Podcasts about Iuka

Ecowater Systems of Ripley and Iuka, Mississippi is turning 100 years old today. In this episode Director Terry Lauderdale tells us about the past, present and future of Ecowater Systems. Welcome to HEARD IT ON THE SHARK with your show host Melinda Marsalis and show sponsor, Mississippi Hills National Heritage Area.  HEARD IT ON THE SHARK is a weekly interview show that airs every Tuesday at 11 am on the shark 102.3 FM radio station based in Ripley, MS and then is released as a podcast on all the major podcast platforms.  You'll hear interviews with the movers and shakers in north Mississippi who are making things happen.  Melinda talks with entrepreneurs, leaders of business, medicine, education, and the people behind all the amazing things happening in north Mississippi.  When people ask you how did you know about that, you'll say, “I HEARD IT ON THE SHARK!”  HEARD IT ON THE SHARK is brought to you by the Mississippi Hills National Heritage area.  We want you to get out and discover the historic, cultural, natural, scenic and recreational treasures of the Mississippi Hills right in your backyard.  And of course we want you to take the shark 102.3 FM along for the ride.     Bounded by I-55 to the west and Highway 14 to the south, the Mississippi Hills National Heritage Area,  created by the United States Congress in 2009 represents a distinctive cultural landscape shaped by the dynamic intersection of Appalachian and Delta cultures, an intersection which has produced a powerful concentration of national cultural icons from the King of Rock'n'Roll Elvis Presley, First Lady of Country Music Tammy Wynette, blues legend Howlin' Wolf, Civil Rights icons Ida B. Wells-Barnett and James Meredith, America's favorite playwright Tennessee Williams, and Nobel-Laureate William Faulkner. The stories of the Mississippi Hills are many and powerful, from music and literature, to Native American and African American heritage, to the Civil War.  The Mississippi Hills National Heritage Area supports the local institutions that preserve and share North Mississippi's rich history. Begin your discovery of the historic, cultural, natural, scenic, and recreational treasures of the Mississippi Hills by visiting the Mississippi Hills National Heritage Area online at mississippihills.org.   Musical Credit to:  Garry Burnside - Guitar; Buddy Grisham - Guitar; Mike King - Drums/Percussion     All content is copyright 2021 Sun Bear Studio Ripley MS LLC all rights reserved.  No portion of this podcast may be rebroadcast or used for any other purpose without express written consent of Sun Bear Studio Ripley MS LLC      

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Air Date 9/18/2023 Exploring the captivating world of conspiracy theories! We are all wired to believe misinformation to some degree, but not all to the same degree. With help from Naomi Klein, and other experts, discover why people are drawn to conspiracies, the psychology behind belief and ideas about the best way to prevent conspiratorial thinking. Be part of the show! Leave us a message or text at 202-999-3991 or email Jay@BestOfTheLeft.com Transcript BestOfTheLeft.com/Support (Members Get Bonus Clips and Shows + No Ads!) Join our Discord community! SHOW NOTES Ch. 1: Why we are all attracted to conspiracy theories - The Guardian - Air Date 3-10-21 Belief in conspiracy theories is far more widespread than the stereotypes that dominate pop culture. Ch. 2: How did conspiracy theories become mainstream? | Naomi Klein | Big Questions - Penguin Books UK - Air Date 9-12-23 When Naomi Klein discovered that a woman who shared her first name, but had radically different, harmful views, was getting chronically mistaken for her, it seemed too ridiculous to take seriously. Then suddenly it wasn't. Ch. 3: Why Do Conservatives Fall For Fake News? - Leeja Miller - Air Date 6-28-23 Why do conservatives fall for fake news? Is it just them, or are we all culpable? How did Americans become so susceptible to falling for disinformation? And what can we do about it?? Ch. 4: Naomi Klein on Her New Book "Doppelganger" & How Conspiracy Culture Benefits Ruling Elite Part 1 - Democracy Now! - Air Date 9-14-23 Klein explains her initial motivation for the book was her own alter-ego, the author Naomi Wolf, for whom she has often been mistaken. Ch. 5: How Conspiracy Theories Capture the Mind - UChicago Institute of Politics - Air Date 4-8-22 Journalisms role in solving the spread of misinformation Ch. 6: Naomi Klein on Her New Book "Doppelganger" & How Conspiracy Culture Benefits Ruling Elite Part 2 - Democracy Now! - Air Date 9-14-23 Ch. 7: Why People Believe in Conspiracy Theories, with Karen Douglas, PhD - Speaking of Psychology - Air Date 1-13-21 This past year, COVID-19 and the U.S. elections have provided fertile ground for conspiracy theories—with sometimes disastrous consequences. Karen Douglas, PhD discusses psychological research on how conspiracy theories start & why they persist. Ch. 8: Birds Aren't Real? How a Conspiracy Takes Flight | Peter McIndoe - TEDTalks - Air Date 9-13-23 Peter McIndoe isn't a fan of birds. In fact, he has a theory about them that might shock you. Listen along to this eye-opening talk as it takes a turn and makes a larger point about conspiracies, truth and belonging in divisive times. MEMBERS-ONLY BONUS CLIP(S) Ch. 9: Conspiracies Around Trump, Military Leadership, and Militias - Jordan Klepper Fingers The Conspiracy - The Daily Show - Air Date 7-12-23 MAGA supporters not only believe that Donald Trump is still president, but that he's in charge of the military. Ch. 10: Mother has Moment of Truth that leads to her rejecting conspiracy theories she believed - PBS NewsHour - Air Date 9-27-22 Like millions of Americans, Karen Robertson of Iuka, Mississippi believed in conspiracy theories. But one day she had an experience that convinced her to challenge her beliefs. She spoke about that moment with student reporter Makenna Mead FINAL COMMENTS Ch. 11: Final comments on the importance of making connections while avoiding conspiratorial thinking MUSIC (Blue Dot Sessions)   Produced by Jay! Tomlinson Visit us at BestOfTheLeft.com Listen Anywhere! BestOfTheLeft.com/Listen Listen Anywhere! Follow at Twitter.com/BestOfTheLeft Like at Facebook.com/BestOfTheLeft Contact me directly at Jay@BestOfTheLeft.com

Topic: This weekend, the Mississippi Book Festival kicks off. It is known as the Literary Lawn Party of Mississippi and is always a great showcase of southern culture. We'll build upon that and Mississippi's great literary traditions by talking about cook books and books about foodways with general manager Lynn Roberts of Square Books in Oxford. Also we will travel to Iuka and visit the Apron Museum with founder Carolynn Terry.Host(s): Malcolm White, Carol Palmer, and Java ChatmanGuest(s): Lynn Roberts, and Carolynn TerryEmail: food@mpbonline.org. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this Memorial Day, we look back at episode #615 from May 2019. Jim Swager of Brookhaven joined the US Army shortly after his 18th birthday, three months before D-day. In this episode, he shares his memories of the journey from Mississippi to the battlefields of France as part of the 103rd Infantry, Cactus Division. Although he weighed a mere 130 lbs. his captain made him a machine gunner and assigned him a BAR. The Browning Automatic Rifle was a 30-caliber light machine gun used extensively by Allied forces during WWII. Swager recalls the challenge of lugging the twenty-pound weapon across Europe. During the war, Swager always enjoyed meeting other Mississippians and remembers how he and his buddy from Iuka survived a German artillery barrage together. In the chaos of war, soldiers are sometimes mistaken for the enemy by friendly forces and pay the ultimate price. Swager gets emotional when he discusses how another friend was killed doing night reconnaissance. The Nazi government sent millions of Jews and other so-called undesirables to concentration camps for forced labor and eventual extermination. Swager describes the barbaric conditions of one such camp they helped liberate near the end of the war. WARNING: This episode contains graphic descriptions of violence and atrocities.

Fresh off the heels of Antietam the war rages on. We move to Mississippi for the battle of Iuka, fought on September 19th, 1862 in the opening battle of the Iuka-Corinth Campaign. The Union's Ulysses S. Grant faces off against the Confederate's Sterling Price. Then we move back to West Virginia where McClellan and Lee are still facing off, this time in Shepherdstown which took place September 19th-20th. Did we miss something or get something wrong? Email us at bangdangpodcast@gmail.com and let us know!

Like millions of Americans, Karen Robertson of Iuka, Mississippi believed in conspiracy theories. But one day she had an experience that convinced her to challenge her beliefs. She spoke about that moment with student reporter Makenna Mead of Mississippi Public Broadcasting's Youth Media Project. Their conversation is part of our Student Reporting Labs series on misinformation, "Moments of Truth." PBS NewsHour is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders

Like millions of Americans, Karen Robertson of Iuka, Mississippi believed in conspiracy theories. But one day she had an experience that convinced her to challenge her beliefs. She spoke about that moment with student reporter Makenna Mead of Mississippi Public Broadcasting's Youth Media Project. Their conversation is part of our Student Reporting Labs series on misinformation, "Moments of Truth." PBS NewsHour is supported by - https://www.pbs.org/newshour/about/funders

In Episode 79 we wrap up the Antietam campaign with Shepherdstown, the Heartland Campaign sees action at Munfordville, and we fight the battle of Iuka in Mississippi. https://cwweeklypod.wixsite.com/my-site Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/CWweeklypod Venmo: @Timothy-Patrick-48 --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/civil-war-weekly/support

In this episode, we sit down to an interview with Pastor William Lambert. Pastor Lambert pastors a revival church in Iuka, MS. Prior to pastoring, he evangelized for 11 years. Listen in with us as we glean wisdom from pastor Lambert. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sainttalk/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/sainttalk/support

About Us: Business owners, Chamber directors, industry leaders, Main Street Directors, school and hospital leaders discuss what's happening in North MS with station owner, Melinda Marsalis. Interviews are recorded in Ripley, MS at Sun Bear Studio, broadcast every day at 11 am on The Shark 102.3 FM Radio and added here to help you stay informed.   Topper Time is a weekly presentation by Blue Mountain College Students about life at Blue Mountain College.  Every Day is an Event is hosted by Beth Benson. If you would like to be considered for an interview, you can call us at 662-837-1023.  Ask for Melinda.  You can send an email to theshark1023@gmail.com.  The Shark 102.3 FM Radio Station and Sun Bear Studio are located in Ripley, MS and owned by Chris and Melinda Marsalis.  Chris and Melinda have a passion for community development and love all of the amazing things that are going on in North Mississippi.  This week: Iuka based Pickwick Adventures, owned by Mark Lowrey, offers the not so adventurous an opportunity to go camping...well, glamping.  glamp·ingnouna form of camping involving accommodation and facilities more luxurious than those associated with traditional camping."glamping is likely to satisfy any city slicker seeking a little refuge in nature—without foregoing any of life's luxuries"

Reverand Gary Davis "Let Us Get Together"Spirit Family Reunion "Green Rocky Road"The Ronettes "I Wonder"The Detroit Cobras "Midnite Blues"Lizzo "Juice"Amy Winehouse "Me & Mr Jones"The Detroit Cobras "Boss With the Hot Sauce"The Ronettes "Walking in the Rain"Bob Dylan "Black Diamond Bay"Sister Rosetta Tharpe "Cain't No Grave Hold My Body Down"Golden Smog "Radio King"Iron & Wine "Sodom, South Georgia"Glossary "The Natural State"Waxahatchee "Fruits of My Labor"Cat Clyde "Walkin' Down the Road"Alex Chilton & Hi Rhythm Section "Kansas City"Steve Earle & The Dukes "Harlem River Blues"The Beatles "Dig A Pony"Fiona Apple "Werewolf"Nina Simone "Chilly Winds Don't Blow"M. Ward "Girl From Conejo Valley"Lilly Hiatt "Jesus Would've Let Me Pick the Restaurant"Don Nix "Going Back to Iuka"Barrence Whitfield & The Savages "Madhouse"Arlo McKinley "The Hurtin's Done"Margo Price "About to Find Out"Lucinda Williams "I Lost It"Merle Haggard "Big City"Doc & Merle Watson "St. James Infirmary"Gillian Welch "Here Come the News"Adam Faucett "Day Drinker"Kris Kristofferson "Burden of Freedom"Public Enemy "Don't Believe The Hype"Charles Mingus "Better Get Hit in Yo' Soul"Peter Buck "I Hate My Life And The Way I Live"Drivin' N' Cryin' "Scarred But Smarter"R.E.M. "Crush with Eyeliner"Marie/Lepanto "Uinta"Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit "Sometimes Salvation"John Hammond "Can't Beat the Kid"Thelonious Monk "Blue Monk"

About Us: Northeast Mississippi business owners, industry leaders, Main Street Directors, school and hospital leaders discuss what's happening in our "little postage stamp of native soil" - William Faulkner. Interviews are recorded in Ripley, MS at Sun Bear Studio, broadcast every day at 11 am on The Shark 102.3 FM Radio and added here to help you stay informed.   When broadcast on The Shark, the shows will either come from Main Street Moments or Heard It On The Shark.  On Main Street Moments, Melinda talks to area Main Street Directors, Chamber directors and small business owners.  Heard It On The Shark interviews are usually with industry, medical, non-profit and school leaders in North Mississippi.  If you would like to be considered for an interview, you can call us at 662-837-1023.  Ask for Melinda.     The Shark 102.3 FM Radio Station and Sun Bear Studio are located in Ripley, MS and owned by Chris and Melinda Marsalis.  Chris and Melinda have a passion for community development and love all of the amazing things that are going on in North Mississippi.  This week:  Ferrin Rainey is the Tourism Director for Tishomingo County's Development Council.  She took over in September when the long time director, Teresa Cutshaw, retired.  Tishomingo County is home to the highest point in Mississippi, Woodall Mountain.   Woodall Mountain is where the battle of Iuka was fought during the Civil War.   Tishomingo is also home to beautiful Tishomingo State Park and JP Coleman State Park.  

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Join hosts C.J. and Evan as they continue to follow R.S. McMichael and discuss Confederate prison camps, ethnic regiments from Wisconsin, as well as the Battle of Iuka.News: Rittenhouse verdict discussed

Join student host Caleb Castile as he interviews coaches and players about the upcoming fall sports season here at Tishomingo County High School in Iuka, Mississippi.

BECOME A PRODUCER! http://www.patreon.com/themidnighttrainpodcast   Find The Midnight Train Podcast: www.themidnighttrainpodcast.com www.facebook.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.twitter.com/themidnighttrainpc www.instagram.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.discord.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.tiktok.com/themidnighttrainp   And wherever you listen to your favorite podcasts.   Subscribe to our official YouTube channel: OUR YOUTUBE   A story from a Union Screaming House Survivor  By Steven LaChance, 2004 “Do you believe in ghosts? I used to be like many of you. I was a true skeptic. A true disbeliever. That was me until three years ago. Now I do believe. I wish I didn't. It would be easier for me to sleep at night. Even now, three years later, I am still woken up in the night by the memory of the screaming man, the child in pain, and the dark ghostly image that turned my world upside down and changed my beliefs forever. I do believe in ghosts.   It was in May 2001. I needed desperately to find a place for myself and three children to live in Union, Missouri. Our lease was up at the apartment where we had lived for two years. I was a single father, and I was about to find myself and my children homeless. Like many, I had answered just about every ad in the newspaper for rentals. One evening I received a call from this woman telling me about this house. She said it was a rather large old house that was in very good shape. She invited me to an open house which was to be held that coming Sunday. Sunday rolled around. You can't imagine the surprise when my daughter and I rolled up in front of this large old white house. We walked in. The smell of cookies baking hit us immediately upon entering through the front door. To our surprise, we were standing in a living room with cherubs surrounding the top of the walls all the way around the room. All of the original woodwork was intact and a large wooden pole ran to the ceiling creating a divider which separated the living room from the family room. The house had two floors with three bedrooms, and a large family kitchen with a mudroom that led to the back door. The upstairs bedrooms had a breezeway that could be accessed from all rooms.   The basement had an old butcher's shower and a fruit cellar. It was more house than we ever imagined for the price and immediately made up our minds that we had to have it. Anyone who has lived in an apartment for two years with three children would understand our desperation. We had to have this house.   We spoke with the landlady and she gave me an application to fill out. There were many people there looking at the house so we knew we would have to compete to be its tenants. I handed my application to the landlady. “You understand the responsibility that comes with living in an old house such as this?” she asked. “Oh, yes I understand. It's beautiful.”, I quickly replied, not really understanding to what I was agreeing to. “Well then I will get back to you,” she quickly retorted and was off to peddle her wares to another of the visiting house hunters. She was a strange old lady and the way she showed the house wasn't in a real estate type manner. She showed the house as if she were showing a museum. We felt like we were on one of the house tours often given each year for charity.   A week went by before the phone rang one evening. It was the strange landlady overly excited to tell me that she had selected me, my daughter and two sons to live in the old house. I was to meet her that following day at a restaurant to settle all of the paperwork and payment. I thought this was a little strange and I was a little disappointed because I couldn't wait to see the house that would now become our home.  The papers were signed on the following day. That weekend was Memorial weekend and we were all set to move in.   It seemed like years before Friday came that week, but we were finally there. Moving day. The move was a normal one and before we knew it all of our belongings were hidden safely inside the old white house. I was removing the last few items from the moving truck when a car slowed down, almost stopping in front of our new home. From the window of the slow-moving car, the passenger said, “Hope you get along okay here,” and then sped up and drove away. “What do you think of that dad,” my puzzled daughter asked. “Friendly neighbors I suppose,” I replied as I shut the sliding door to the truck.   The first night in the house went by without fanfare. Maybe because we were so tired from the move or perhaps because the house wanted to draw us in a little closer before beginning its series of attacks and assaults upon me and my family. The next morning started like most any other day. Except I did notice one strange thing about the house. Each of the houses' interior doors had an old-fashioned hook and eye latch, but not on the inside of each rooms doors to keep someone out. The latches were on the outside of the rooms doors, as if to keep something in. “What is it dad?” my youngest son asked from behind. “Oh nothing,” I replied and went about the business of unpacking our things.   The first incident happened in the living room when I was hanging a large picture of two angels. My daughter thought that this would complement the cherubs that surrounded the room. I hung the picture and turned to walk away. Crash! I turned to see that the picture had fallen to the floor. Re-hanging the picture once again, I turned away. Crash! The picture was once again on the floor. Hanging it for a third time, when I started walking away I felt a rush of air and something hit the back of my ankles. “What the hell…?” I turned to see the picture lying at my feet. More determined than ever, I hung the picture again and stated loudly, “Stay there dammit.” I had to laugh because I was alone. Who did I think I was talking to? The kids were playing on the front porch.   “Dad come and see this,” my daughter's voice rang through the front door. I stepped out onto the porch. “Sit down and watch this,” she said excitedly. “Watch what?” I replied. No sooner were the words out of my mouth when my daughter pointed to an old man walking down the sidewalk toward our house. However, when he reached our property line he quickly crossed the street and continued his walk on the opposite sidewalk. “They don't like walking in front of our house dad. Isn't that weird?” my daughter, breathless with excitement stated. And right she was. I sat on that porch for a good three hours watching our neighbors cross the street away from our house any time they walked along our street. A couple of times I motioned as if to say hello, but they just dropped their heads and continued on their way at a brisker pace.  “Maybe they are uncomfortable with new neighbors?” I rationalized trying to make sense out of the senseless situation. We went inside for dinner and the rest of the night went normally without incident.   Sunday. The kids came home from church excited because we had set aside the whole day to work on our yard. This was a big deal for us because the only outside area our apartment provided was a front balcony. We mowed the grass and cleaned out the leaves from under the porch and in the front yard. Strangely enough, the trees seemed to be shedding their leaves as if it were Fall. Strange tree behavior, I thought, and made a mental note to mention it to the landlady when I talked with her next. I asked my youngest son to go inside and bring out the garden hose from the basement so we could clean off the walkways and wash down the weathered white of the house.   A few moments passed when I heard him screaming from inside the house. Running frantically into the house, I found him standing in the kitchen shaking, in the middle of a  puddle of urine. “What's wrong? What happened?” Looking at me with the scared eyes of a child, he said, “Something chased me up the basement steps.” “What chased you?” I asked, already thinking the overactive imagination of a little boy was at play here. “I don't know daddy, but it was big.” Me and my other two children checked the basement but found nothing except for the garden hose that had been dropped during his frightened escape. “Let's get you cleaned up,” I said. Naturally, there was teasing from my other two children about the proverbial basement monster. “Better watch out when you go into the basement because…” The glare of my eye finished my middle boy's sentence. The rest of Sunday and Monday went without any other incidents and we were so happy those first few days in the house. My daughter was making plans about gardens, decorating, and my boys thought it would be easy to walk to their baseball games because the park was very close. It was a normal, happy time which, unfortunately, did not last for long.   Monday came. The last week of school for my kids and a long week of work for me. Each day we would leave the house and return each evening to find every light in the house turned on. I blamed the children for leaving the lights on in the morning. However, on Friday, my daughter and I sent the boys to the car while we toured the house making sure that every light was off. That night we returned home to again find every light burning. When I walked into the house I was a little shaken – there being no logical reason for all of the lights being on other than there was someone in our house. Searching the house in a panic, I found nothing. “Daddy, it's cold in here,” my daughter stated from the living room. What was she talking about? Sweat was pouring down my back and across my brow. However, when I stepped into the living room, the temperature dropped a good thirty degrees. That was the first time I felt its presence. I can't describe it any better than it felt like an electrical current running through my body, bringing tears to my eyes and bumps to my arms. It passed quickly. I remember thinking, “What the hell was that?”  Soon, my daughter stated, “Daddy it's getting warm in here,” and sure enough the temperature was rising as I watched the thermostat climb. That night my children slept with me – what little sleep I got.   Sunday night.  We were sitting in the living room talking. I was getting ready to take a trip the following morning to Indianapolis for work and we were discussing their plans for a stay at Grandma's. The kids had their backs to the living room, for which I am still thankful because the memory of what happened next still haunts my dreams to this day. I noticed it first out of the corner of my eye. A quick glance. Something moving, standing at the kitchen doorway that led into the family room. Not something – someone. I looked toward it again. It was a dark figure of a man, even though there was full light. He was solid in form except there was a moving, churning, dark gray, black smoke or mist that made up his form.   I looked down because I was sure I wasn't seeing this and that my eyes were playing tricks on me. One or two good rationalizations and we could go on with our lives without incident. A few moments passed and I was sure that when I looked up again that it would be gone. But, he was still there and he began to move.   Moving into the family room and pausing in the center of the room, his form was still a mass of churning, turning blackness. He stood there for what seemed an eternity, but in actuality, it was only a few moments and then he melted into the air. Gone. I remember the thoughts that were racing through my head. ” I have two choices. We could run out of the house screaming into the night like those crazies you always see in the movies. You know the ones that are always based on fact. Or, the other choice, we could get up quietly, leave the house and figure all of this out.” My hands were shaking uncontrollably. “That's what we'll do. We will go quietly, orderly as if nothing was wrong”   Standing up on shaky legs, I said in my calmest daddy voice,  “Let's go get a soda and see grandma.” My youngest was instantly excited at the prospect of a soda before bed and the older two looked at me as if I lost my mind. “Come on guys, it will be fun.” Thank God, my car keys were on the coffee table in front of us. We moved orderly out the front door and I turned to lock the door,  when a loud painful scream of a man came from inside the house. It sounded as if he was screaming in pain, so loud that it could be heard throughout the neighborhood and the dogs began to bark. To hell with orderly, “Get in the car!” I screamed at my children.   At a dead run, we headed to the car and to drive to my Mom's house, which is still a blur to this day. I was in a panic and I knew that we had to get away from the old white house. But before we were away from the neighborhood, my youngest son, in a very scared voice, said, “Daddy the basement monster is standing in the upstairs window.” I looked back and sure enough, the black form was standing in the window watching us leave.   That night we stayed at my parents' house. Early the next day, I gathered my things and left for my business trip. I had a whole week of rationalizations by the time I returned home to pick up my children. Where else were we to go? I had put everything I had saved, and then some, into the move. We had no other choice but to go back to the big old white house. Besides, after a week of talking myself out of the events of that night I was ready to return, so on Friday night we returned to the house. The weekend went by without incident, though we got very little sleep.   I was taking another extended weekend to make up to my kids for my week away. On Saturday we explored the big shed at the back of the yard and in it, we found a number of personal belongings that appeared to belong to different people. My parents convinced me that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to call the strange old landlady and ask her some straight forward questions about the house.   It was to be one of the most awkward and strangest phone calls of my life. Once I was able to reach her, I carefully chose my words and asked in a normal voice if any of the previous tenants had ever mentioned a ghost. Well of course, she said at first that she could not remember. However, she went on to say that one female tenant had claimed that her dead father came to visit her, but the old woman always thought she was crazy. The landlady said that some of the stuff in the shed had been left behind by the girl, but she couldn't get her to come pick it up.   The other stuff in the shed evidently belonged to a man who had lived there but left in the middle of the night, leaving behind his things. But, no she had never heard of anyone talking about the house being haunted. I asked her how long ago did these people live there? And she said, “Not much more than a year honey, why do you ask?” The phone call wasn't of much help. And it didn't calm my fears much, but what else could I do?   The rest of the long weekend came and went. I actually had convinced myself that it was just a one-time ordeal because nothing more was happening. That was until Monday night. I was on the phone with my mom. The kids were off playing in my bedroom which was located on the first floor. While on the phone, I began to hear the inside doors rattling. Listening closely, they rattled again and I yelled at the kids to quit playing games. I told my Mom that everything was okay, just the kids playing tricks. They rattled again, this time harder. So, I scolded the children this time louder to behave and stop playing tricks. At this time they rattled louder, but before I could scold them, my daughter's scared voice cut me off., “Daddy, I'm in here reading and my brothers are asleep.”   Now I will try to recreate what happens next to the best of memory. Some of it I remember clearly. Other parts are a blur to this day. Just as soon as I heard my daughter the temperature in the house instantly dropped a good thirty degrees. With it came the feeling of the electrical charge running through my body. Along with its energy a horrible stench that I cannot describe permeated the room. And then, the screaming started – softly at first, but building in momentum. I yelled through the phone to my mother to come help – we were getting out. Then the whole house began to shake and come alive. From above, I could hear something large coming down the stairs. Boom. Boom! BOOM! The screaming of the man over and over. The screaming of my daughter, “Daddy what is happening!” Along with this came the thought that one of my two bedroom doors connected to the stairs. BOOM! BOOM! It was coming down those stairs! I had to get to my children! The whole house was alive with noise. The floor beneath me was shaking as I made my way to the bedroom door.  I felt something behind me and I knew I didn't want to turnaround to see it! BOOM! SCREAMING!  A new scream mixed into the man's scream – this one from a child. BOOM! SCREAMS! BOOM! I made it to my bedroom door but it wouldn't open. By this time I, too, am screaming. Throwing myself against the door it still wouldn't budge. I continued to throw myself against the door again and again until it finally slammed open.   My daughter was in shock by this point. I instructed my middle son to grab his brother and run out the front door and head for the car. BOOM! BOOM! SCREAMS! My daughter won't move and I finally had to slap her to bring her to life. Finally responding, I grab her and head for the door as I hear the other bedroom door slam open behind us. It was on our trail and I knew I couldn't let it reach us. The whole house was still shaking and alive with noise and something big on our heels. When we reached the front door and out onto the porch, I slammed the front door behind us. As we got into the car we could still hear the noise coming from the house. I drove away and parked at the top of the street where I could still see the house and wait for my parents to arrive. We could see “it” searching through the house. Searching! Searching for us! It's blackness moving from room to room methodically.   That was our last night in the house. My children never returned. When I returned to get a few of our things on several occasions I never went alone. Everyone I brought into that house with me would also witness something happen. A scream. Whispers. Pounding from the floor above. It was not selective anymore at who it let hear its fury. I remember what the old lady said to me as I turned over the key.  Standing there, the whole side of my arm and torso still bruised from throwing myself against that bedroom door, she said, “Some people are meant to live in an old house like that. And some people aren't. I never thought you were the old house type.” And I guess she was right. About a month after moving out of the old house a friend sent me a website address that she wanted me desperately to see. “Put John T. Crowe, Union, Missouri into your search engine,” she said. When I did, the face of a man came onto my screen. The same face that showed up in a picture my brother took in the fruit cellar one afternoon while I was packing for the move. The man was famous. The land itself is famous, with a history dating back to the civil war.   About a year ago, someone I know saw a police car race up to that house one night and witnessed a family running out of its front door in their nightclothes.   As for the house today – the old lady turned it into a dog kennel this past fall. I guess she ran out of people that could live in an old white house like that one.   You see I do believe in ghosts. I still drive past that house every once in a while and when I get enough nerve I look up at the upstairs window and it's there. Watching. Waiting. Angry. Sometimes its screams still wake me from my sleep, its infectious scream creeping into my dreams, turning them into nightmares. I still don't sleep very well. In my dreams I see a faceless man standing in that basement washing away blood from his naked blood-covered body. Grunting. Panting. Breathing.   The breathing you'd hear when you were alone with it in a room. The breathing you would hear when you knew it was there. Heavy. Labored. Breathing. Yes, I do believe in ghosts. I do believe in ghosts. And maybe you should too?   Submitted by Steven LaChance. Updated: March, 2017 who wrote a book about his experiences called The Uninvited.    Ok, so who was this captain John T. Crowe? Well, we found his actual obituary from 1923.   Obituary for John Thomas Crowe from the Republican Tribune, Union, Missouri April 20, 1923 Captain John T. Crowe died at his house nine miles west of Union Monday night, April 16, 1923, aged 81 years, three months and nineteen days having been born in the home in which he passed away, December 28, 1841. Captain Crowe belonged to one of the most highly respected families of the county and one that perhaps has been as long connected with the progressive spirit of the county as any of the many prominent families that have left their imprint upon our county's progress. Captain or Judge Crowe, as he was sometimes called, belonged to one of the oldest families in the state as well as in the county. His great-grandfather, Godfrey Crowe, was born and raised in Germany and came to Missouri in 1796 and settled in St. Charles county. Michael Crowe, the grandfather of Captain Crowe was born and reared in St. Charles county. He married a Miss Green, the daughter of Col. Jas. Green, who was born in Virginia and came to Kentucky, where he took part in the Indian troubles and was a close companion of Daniel Boone. When the latter came to Missouri, Colonel Greene came with him and settled in St. Charles county, towards the close of the 18th century. Michael Crowe and his wife came to Franklin county in 1808 and settled near Labaddie. March 1, 1818, he was killed while loading a log on a wagon. The father of Captain John T. Crowe, Martin Luther Greene Crowe, was born August 18, 1818. A few months after the death of his father, he was married to Jane Catherine Jump, daughter of Samuel Jump, July 25, 1838. The father died November 14, 1890 and the mother, February 7, 1891. Martin L. G. Crowe was elected county assessor in 1854. At the expiration of his term as assessor he was elected county judge and in 1859 he became county clerk and served faithfully in that capacity until January 1, 1871. To Mr. And Mrs. M. L. G. Crowe, six children were born: two died in infancy, one son, Samuel, died in 1886 at the age of almost 30 years, Mrs. William Leiser, the only daughter, died in Montana a few years ago and one son. George Crowe is at present living in Nogales, Arizona. When the father took charge of the county clerk's office in 1859, his son, John T., although only 18 years old, immediately became his father's assistant and main reliance and remained to the office until President Lincoln's first call for 75,000 men to serve three months. John Crowe was one of the first to respond to his country's call. At the end of three month's service, he returned to Union and enlisted in Co. E, 26th regiment of Missouri volunteers infantry. This company was organized in the southern part of the county in December 1861. It was recruited by Robert C. Crowell, who desired and expected to be captain. At the election of officers, however, John T. Crowe, who was just twenty years old, was almost unanimously elected captain. But owing partly to his youth, but more largely to the loyalty to his older friend, positively declined any office in his company whatever. He accepted, however, the position as adjutant for the regiment. He took this because he realized what all others knew, that owing to his office experience and education he was better fitted for the place than anyone in the regiment. He was appointed 2nd lieutenant of the company June 26, 1862 and six months later was transferred to company I and promoted to first lieutenant, August 22, 1862. He became captain of the company June 23, 1863 and remained at the head of his company until the expiration of his enlistment, which was December 25, 1864. He lacked three days of being 24 years of age and was one of the youngest captains in the service. Soon after its organization the regiment joined the expedition under General Pope against New Madrid and as an officer Captain Crowe took part in the following military activities: Battles of Tipton, Farmington, Corinth, Iuka, Port Gibson, Missionary Ridge and in Sherman's famous march to the sea and through the Carolinas. The late Judge Ryers, who made a study of the army reports told that the official records of Captain Crowe were among the very best of any in the state. When he reached Union after the expiration of his enlistment he was commissioned adjutant to the second military district of Missouri. When the war was over he came back to Union and resumed his duties in the office of the county clerk and continued to relieve his aged father of as much of the work as he could. He retired from his duties as deputy when his father's term expired, December 31, 1870. In 1868 he was admitted to the bar of Franklin county but did not enter the regular practice of law. In 1872 he was elected sheriff over John R. Roberson. He was reelected in 1874 and in 1876 he was elected probate judge over H. R. Sweet and served until January 1, 1881 when he was appointed deputy internal revenue collector at a much larger remuneration than he had received as probate judge. He served as deputy revenue collector until the election of Cleveland when he retired to the old homestead and where he has made his home practically ever since. He was elected as representative in the legislature in 1890 and served the county faithfully in the 36th general assembly. He was by nature a great lover of agricultural pursuits and sold all his real estate in Union and lived the remainder of his life on his farm which was well fitted with modern conveniences. On January 16, 1860, John T. Crowe married Minerva M. Breckenridge, a daughter of Asa Breckenridge, a most highly respected citizen and relative of the famous Breckenridge family of Kentucky. To this union four children were born, Asa B., a prominent merchant of Sullivan; Martin Luther, who was killed in a railroad accident October 17, 1890; Maude, the wife of R. L. Allen, a banker of Farmington; and Nellie, the wife of Lilburn W. Brown, with whom the father made his home on the old homestead. Mrs. Crowe died in July, 1874. On March 9, 1877, Mr. Crowe was again married, this time to Miss Sarah E. Hendricks, a member of an old and honored family. To this union three children were born; Addie, the wife of Fred Lyford, a civil engineer living in Iowa; and John and Howard Crowe, prominent business men of Southwest Missouri. The second wife died September 18, 1895. In addition to the six children above enumerated captain Crowe is survived by one brother, George Crowe, of Nogales, Arizona, who arrived at the bedside just four hours before his brother died. He also leaves sixteen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Captain Crowe had been a prominent Mason since early manhood. He was a member of some three or four old soldiers' organizations and always attended their meetings as long as he was able to do so with comfort. Captain John T. Crowe was a patriot in the fullest sense of the word and proved it by his facing the enemies of this country in the most trying circumstances. He was always courteous and amiable in society and was always a gentleman. But above and beyond all he left a family that are each and all an honor to themselves, their country and the communities in which they live. No man could leave a greater or nobler heritage to posterity.   Paranormal groups and the Catholic Church were called in to investigate the home. Historically, the home was supposedly built on the remains of a slave quarters cabin from the pre-Civil War era. Within five hundred feet of the home was an older cemetery, while across the street in a separate home, a violent ax murder once took place.   Paranormal groups have documented dozens of EVPs and photographs of the activity in the home. Such documentation has not come without a price, while some investigators have been bitten or scratched. The Catholic Church issued a rare 156-page report on the home claiming it was indeed manifested with a strong demonic presence.   The Screaming House was built in 1932 and was placed upon the actual spot which once held the slave quarters. In all historical documents, you will not find one incident where the Captain admittedly was a slave owner. The slaves were always listed as belonging to his wife Minerva who came to Union, Missouri with her family from Kentucky. There is talk of Minerva having improper relations with at least one of her male slaves which may have led to her death and the deaths of all of the young male slaves on the property. One of the sources of this atrocity was an actual member and heir of the Captain himself. Captain Crowe sold his land in Union, Missouri to A.J. Saey who later became the first Governor of Oklahoma. Captain Crowe moved to Beaufort, Missouri where he spent the rest of his years.  Below you will see the grave sites of the Captain and his beautiful wife.   Standing on the hillside overlooking Union City Park is a huge Nursing Home. In its day this building was used as a Civil War Hospital and was also used after the war as the County Poor House. It is a well known fact among Union residents that if you don't know where one of your ancestors is buried they are most likely buried in one of the mass graves in the city park. One of these mass graves is not far from the Screaming House.   In 1974, a replaying of a modern Lizzy Borden case took place almost directly across from the Screaming House on the next street over. A woman took an ax and killed her husband. Once she had completed her dirty deed, she took a gun and committed suicide. You might be thinking that a woman using a gun to commit suicide is uncommon, but not in Union, Missouri. Several women have ended their lives at the end of a gun. Another house across from the Screaming House a man committed suicide in front of his young nephew with a gun. So all in all there is plenty of  reason for the Screaming House to be haunted. It seems the land on and surrounding the house is just bad. If you speak to some of the residents of the town who will talk about the haunting. They will tell you that you get an awful feeling from the home and some claim to even get physically ill when they are near it. Others will tell you that not only the house is haunted but the entire neighborhood as well.   It seems that Union, Missouri is rife with axe murders.   From Sue Blessing at emissouri.com   “A story from an 1875 issue of The Record first alerted me to this murder, as the woman accused of the crime was then being housed in the jail at Union. I was particularly drawn to the case because the account stated the perpetrator was the widow of Capt. William Eads, whose steamboats had plied the waters of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers in an earlier era.   William Eads Sr., and William Eads Jr. were both riverboat captains. It is possible she could have been married to the younger Eads, who died in 1863 at age 27, but this is mostly speculation.   However, the case was an interesting one so I began searching for more information. I'll start at the beginning, drawing on at least a dozen resources. The murder was said to have taken place on April 1, 1872. At the time, Mrs. Eads was living on a farm in Jefferson County with a hired man by the name of Joe Howard, two children she had adopted, Louis Merrill Taylor, age 6, and his sister, Mary Josephine Taylor, age 13. Also living in the home was Charles Eads, a young man she had raised and apparently given her surname to. Whether she had any children of her own is not known.   According to an 1875 issue of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Mrs. Eads was very abusive to the young children, often cuffing them about. One day, two or three eggs were missing and she accused young Louis of taking them. He denied having done it and told Mrs. Eads the dog was the guilty culprit. Not believing the boy, Mrs. Eads became enraged. She picked up an axe handle and struck the child over the head. He fell to the floor dead. Howard and young Eads came into the house and, after seeing what had happened, volunteered to bury the body.   Mary Josephine had been churning butter in the next room, but had seen the killing. She ran away and hid. She was found and threatened with instant death if she ever told anyone. As was the case with several aspects of this story, there are two versions as to what happened to Mary Josephine. According to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch version, she was sent to live with her Uncle Eldridge who lived 3 miles northwest of Camden Point in Platte County.   The Record told a different story. Not wanting to kill Mary Josephine, Mrs. Eads came up with the idea of sending her off into the wilderness and leaving her to starve to death. Eads and Howard put the child on a bareback mule and took her 40 miles from the scene of the murder and left her in the woods far from civilization. In the meantime, Mrs. Eads left her farm home.   After much suffering, Mary Josephine found her way to a house but, because she feared for her life, did not tell the whole story. She asked for help and said she wanted to go to the home of her Uncle Eldridge, who lived in Platte County.   The plot thickens. Mary Josephine's Uncle Eldridge had no respect for Mrs. Eads because she had been caught in a conspiracy to have her parents done away with so she could get her hands on their fortune. Mary Josephine opened up to her uncle and told him everything. Both Mary Josephine and her uncle kept their own counsel until the day young Mary Josephine spotted Charles Eads in Platte County. She told her story to the authorities and Eads was soon arrested. Her uncle believed Eads had come to Platte County with the intention to do him harm.   While jailed, Eads wrote a letter to Mrs. Rebecca Boltinghouse, 2620 Papin St., St. Louis. The Platte County sheriff at once suspected that Mrs. Boltinghouse might be Mrs. Eads. He contacted the St. Louis chief of police and it was determined that his suspicions were right. Mrs. Eads, age 40-plus, had been living as the mistress of Frank Boltinghouse, a 24-year-old brakeman on the Missouri Pacific Railroad.   Mrs. Eads was arrested. Frank Boltinghouse came to the jail to see her and they had a good cry together. They decided to get married and the ceremony was performed in the police captain's office. Mrs. Eads, who had been living with Boltinghouse since November 1874, was expecting a baby.   Both Mrs. Eads-Boltinghouse and Charles Eads were jailed in Union for a time because an affidavit alleged the crime had taken place in Franklin County. The scene of the crime, however, was Jefferson County, and they were eventually sent to Potosi for trial. She was charged with killing young Taylor and Eads was charged with assisting her in concealing the body.   A change of a venue took the case to St. Francois County where Mrs. Eads-Boltinghouse was found guilty of murder in the second degree and sentenced to 20 years in the penitentiary. Due to a defect in the charge on which she was tried, the judgment was arrested and both Eads-Boltinghouse and Eads were remanded back to Jefferson County to wait for the grand jury to act on the case. In the January 1877 term, Mrs. Eads-Boltinghouse was again indicted, but Charles Eads was released. A second change of a venue resulted in the murder trial being moved to Iron County where she was tried and found guilty of murder in the second degree. She was sentenced to serve 10 years in the penitentiary.   According to a list of prisoners published in the Warden's Report, Rose B. R. Boltinghouse, white, born in Ohio, entered the penitentiary on Nov. 23, 1881. The 1888 Goodspeed history gives her complete name as Rosabelle Rebecca Boltinghouse.”   So, what the hell is going on in Union, Missouri? Axe murdering women… a creepy captain that just won't go away. Whatever it is that's haunting the area, it's a pretty amazing story and we want to know what you think! Is this house just someone's overactive imagination or is the Captain still lingering about, attempting to wash the blood from his hands, screaming and moaning, warning anyone that will listen.   (MOVIES INTRO)   Top Ten Movies About Haunted House Attractions   10 Awesome Horror Movies About Haunted House Attractions – Halloween Year-Round (wordpress.com) 

On this MADM, we are continuing to highlight autism awareness & acceptance with Board Certified Behavior Analyst Tasha Gallahar! Originally from Iuka, Mississippi, and a graduate of Tishomingo County High School, Tasha now serves as a BCBA with Compleat Kidz - Pediatric Therapy in North Carolina, making a positive difference in the lives of children with autism! You can also subscribe to TMWS via TuneIn Radio, Apple iTunes, SoundCloud, Audioboom, YouTube, Spotify, Stitcher, & Blubrry. All shows are archived at TheMarkWhiteShow.com.

On today's edition of The Mary Faye Headrick Good Deed Segment, we are continuing to highlight autism awareness & acceptance with Board Certified Behavior Analyst Tasha Gallahar! Originally from Iuka, Mississippi, and a graduate of Tishomingo County School District, Tasha now serves as a BCBA with Compleat Kidz - Pediatric Therapy in North Carolina, making a positive difference in the lives of children with autism! I hope you'll tune in as we talk with Tasha and bring awareness to applied behavior analysis (ABA) and other services to help children with autism and other learning disorders to grow and thrive! You can also subscribe to TMWS via TuneIn Radio, Apple iTunes, SoundCloud, Audioboom, YouTube, Spotify, Stitcher, & Blubrry. All shows are archived at TheMarkWhiteShow.com.

In this episode, Steven takes over the mike while Trent is trying to keep corporate happy. Our guests this week are Edie Henne, a retired housewife from Iuka, IL and we discuss the work ethics of her father, Walter Krug, a former farmer and coal miner. Also joining the podcast is Joe Browning, retired and living life in Mesa, AZ. Joe B discusses the mentality of starting a business and how to approach life as a marketer. Hope you enjoy this Family Affair. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/pro-unpro7/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/pro-unpro7/support

We go to Iuka, Mississippi to the state's last drive-in movie theater. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Today’s sermonette based on Luke 8:1-21 is given by Rev. Aaron Kangas from Trinity Lutheran Church in Iuka, Illinois. This is a rebroadcast from May 4, 2017.

Jim Swager of Brookhaven joined the US Army shortly after his 18th birthday, three months before D-day. In this episode, he shares his memories of the journey from Mississippi to the battlefields of France as part of the 103rd Infantry, Cactus Division. Although he weighed a mere 130 lbs. his captain made him a machine gunner and assigned him a BAR. The Browning Automatic Rifle was a 30-caliber light machine gun used extensively by Allied forces during WWII. Swager recalls the challenge of lugging the twenty-pound weapon across Europe. During the war, Swager always enjoyed meeting other Mississippians and remembers how he and his buddy from Iuka survived a German artillery barrage together. In the chaos of war, soldiers are sometimes mistaken for the enemy by friendly forces and pay the ultimate price. Swager gets emotional when he discusses how another friend was killed doing night reconnaissance. The Nazi government sent millions of Jews and other so-called undesirables to concentration camps for forced labor and eventual extermination. Swager describes the barbaric conditions of one such camp they helped liberate near the end of the war. WARNING: This episode contains graphic descriptions of violence and atrocities. Mississippi Moments is written and produced by Ross Walton, with narration by Bill Ellison. PHOTO: browning.com

My mom and I sit down and discuss some memories from her childhood. We talked about what life was like growing up in Mississippi in the 1950's. She talks about her siblings, her father, chores, fun memories, etc. —- All right. So they were talking with Helen easily. Happens to be my mother and mom. Tell me about what it was like. This is the story of of not being able to lay in the bed during the day so let's just talk about that. What was it like for you growing up. You can't go to bed during the day. Well I grew up on a farm and my dad he had these standards. Around our house. But I woke up five o'clock no later than 6:00. And you didn't get you didn't get to have a choice you had to get up yet had list things day and in the early morning. I mean when you have one of 13 children go to draw water. Jada it's breakfast you got wash dishes you got to gather eggs. Got to go out to the fields and gather Hayes and corn and butter beans and okra and big a bushel baskets of these things. And I started doing this. I was five years old five years old and you're carrying this heavy vegetables that you picked for two hours. The Siblin happened but we had to walk in steps and say Today I'm is actually kind of funny thinking back on it because we weren't strong enough but we became stronger because we were using our muscles and we were we had to do because we the weeding get it done when at the end of the day my dad would check the safe. We did what he told us today and if we didn't do it he lines up we all got a switch and you said OK let's go there was a switch and you go. It was it did not for my dad. That was not what you wanted. Dad had no mercy. It was not a matter of but this. But that Dad would just say take the switch to the boat you do today this and he would go out and out in the yard and we'd have these peach trees out there and he would cut off one of those little pastry lambs. And you talked about it's not teaching it her. And he would have red welts on your legs. You didn't want but one of those you realized if you didn't get it if you didn't get your job done you better get you better get somebody to help you anyway because you knew you didn't face Daddy. Yeah. The fear of a parent does instill good things in a child when a child fears and respects a parent. It helps a child a healthy respect because even though my dad didn't do it that way but my dad knew that keep us busy and as long as we were busy it took any and it took all of us doing what had to be done to keep family going to keep things smooth so that it didn't fall on one person that wouldn't let that happen had and go out and work all day long at a lumber Mayo. And he had hired help that they'd be at now these logs and bring them in there and he'd be overseeing these people to address this lumber for people that wanted to build some kind of commercial build in our house somewhere and he'd work all day around here and then come home and eat when I get home like six or seven o'clock at night and actually work it out. I like that Ali one day is just wash up come inside and sit down to eat and rest. Well then he had all of us around him. Not even the hand go out in the field and he would throw us play ball with us say throw the ball we throw horse we'd pitch for shoes. My dad he was one it was always playing with us kids. I never remember my mother doing that with us but daddy did. How many kids there was 13 of us. I was six boys and seven girls. Wow. Before it record you mentioned something about squash you hated picking squash would hate squash now and actually was squash that got this fuzzy hot prickly thing on the vines and and when you start to try to get intSupport the show (https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=CQWQVRBGQCK7E&source=url)

Host Will Kollmeyer welcomes listeners to the twenty-fourth edition of the TigerTalk podcast with Northeast political science/history instructor and president of the NEMCC Faculty Association Will Bowlin, who talks about the upcoming presentation by U.S. Representative Trent Kelly on Monday, April 23, the role of the Faculty Association and how Northeast’s iPad experience has transformed the classroom for faculty. Northeast transition specialist and SMART start coordinator Charlie Smart stops by with one of his success stories — Darren Sparks of Iuka — as Smart talks about the upcoming High School Equivalency (HSE) graduation on Monday, May 14, the two FREE short-term career pathways programs (a business pathway and a medical pathway program) and Sparks addresses what made him take the alternate route via the HSE after suffering a sports injury in high school. Sparks has become a success story after completing his HSE, he has enrolled full-time at Northeast and wants to be an art teacher. In one of our largest interviews in TigerTalk history, eight members from the Division of Health Sciences join us in the form of Division Head of Health Sciences Patti Cooper, program director for the Associate Degree Nursing Camille Beals, registered dental hygienist and faculty member for dental hygiene technology program Julie Davidson, Medical Assisting program director Vickie Hopkins, clinical coordinator of the Medical Laboratory Technology program Rosalyn Singleton, program director of the Practical Nursing Education program Dr. Paula Stennett, program director for the Radiologic Technology program Jennifer Davis and director of the Respiratory Care Technology program Beverly Prince all join us to talk about their programs. As always, Kenny Paul Geno gives us his weekly spotlight of what is coming up at Northeast in this twenty-third edition of the TigerTalk podcast.

Host Will Kollmeyer welcomes listeners to the Tiger Talk podcast with Honors Institute directors Morgan Ricks Kramer, a history teacher at the college, and Carlena Benjamin, a natural science instructor at Northeast, a pair of officers with the local chapter of the National FFA Organization in Edi Kent of Oxford and Emily Sykes of Iuka, Campus Country director Chris Dunn along with the weekly spotlight of what is coming up at Northeast with Kenny Paul Geno.

War stinks! Listening to elderly people discuss the civil war is actually worse than the war itself. In this dicussion, Frank listens to the wrong podcast despite picking them himself, Phoenix actually liked one of the episodes and then a certain war is discussed in a non-civil fashion. War? War never changes. Even if it's civil. www.LIWstudios.com The Civil War (1861-1865): A History Podcast 217 - IUKA 11.27.17 https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/217-iuka/id579999452?i=1000395293619&mt=2 Civil War Chronicles You Are There Lee And Grant At Appomattox 10.5.16 https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/you-are-there-battle-of-gettysburg/id299796299?i=1000376140966&mt=2 Civil War Talk Radio with Gerald Prokopowiez Civil War Talk Radio December 6th 2017 12.6.17 https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/civil-war-talk-radio-december-6th-2017/id1159962944?i=1000396610994&mt=2

In which we discuss the action at the Battle of Iuka (Mississippi), which took place on September 19, 1862.  

In which we set the stage for the battles of Iuka and Corinth, which took place back in northern Mississippi while Braxton Bragg was up in Kentucky.  

This weekend the Mississippi Craftsmen’s Guild hosts a free summer showcase, The Sunflower River Blues & Gospel Festival kicks off, and Cody Dickinson is all yours at Grammy Museum Mississippi. Plus, we introduce Harrison Scott Key leading up to the MS Book Fest and learn about the Dulcimer Festival in Iuka! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Part 3 of Pastor John's Anointing series.