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[Nguyet Edmondson]

In a way, people are like perfumes. My brothers are avid cologne enthusiasts. When I am with them, they introduce me to the new fragrances that are in fashion. There seems to be an infinity of perfumes due to the large number of ingredients and possible combinations. For this reason, each perfume is singular and unique. A characteristic of a good perfume is that its smell lingers for a long time. In the same way, each person is unique and their character is evident to everyone around them. The smell or personality of someone lingers in our memory for a long time.

As followers of Christ, it is our life that leaves its mark on others. Our character, not our words, is what people remember of our Christian witness. The apostle Paul describes this reality in 2 Corinthians 2:14 this way:

God in his infinite grace uses us as bearers of the knowledge of Christ. The smell of Christ must be so evident in us that when others remember us, they should find themselves thinking about Christ. The word Christian means a little Christ and this is precisely what we should be. We are to others the face, feet and hands of Jesus.

Smell is a very powerful sense and one that is tied to our memory. Smells bring back recollections and help us relate events and people. In time very few will remember our words, but the smell of our character will prevail. What is your aroma? I invite you that with the help of the Holy Spirit we can smell more like Christ in all that we are and do.

Octavio Javier Esqueda is a professor of Christian higher education in the doctoral programs in educational studies at Talbot School of Theology at Biola University. He was born and raised in Guadalajara, Mxico, where he graduated with honors with a Licenciatura in Latin American Literature from the University of Guadalajara as well as two additional diplomas, one on religion and society and the second on journalism. He graduated with honors from Dallas Theological Seminary with an M.A. in Christian Education and completed his doctorate (Ph.D.) in Higher Education at the University of North Texas. He and his wife, Anglica, have two children Daro and Salma. Esqueda has several publications on theological education, Christian higher education, and literature. Teaching is his passion and has had the opportunity to teach in several countries on different academic levels. He is an avid soccer fan.

For a day and a night, my mother was a living tomb. Seven months into her pregnancy with my second sister, the small heart in her womb stopped beating. My mother sat for hours, holding her dead child inside her. On the morning of the next day, her labor was induced and she delivered a small, gray form into the waiting arms of my father.

My parents named their daughter Lydia Joy and buried her wrapped in the downy white blanket in which they had brought their other four children home from the hospital. I painted a small rock with bright colors to place in her coffin, but when the time came, I liked the rock too much to give it up.

I cannot fathom the courage that must have carried my mother through that night, her body still swollen to the form of something now absent but still defining space. Maybe the closest you can come to death without dying yourself is to have a child die inside you, to hold death in a space that is made to nurture life. And the sensing, the deep inner knowledge that my sister had left her, puzzles me the most.

What part of biology dictates the sense of missing? We intuitively know when something or someone is gone. We see things in the landscape that used to be there, the field now covered with pavement or the corner store long since demolished. We crave contact with a person who is not there. Missing something or someone is an acute emotion. Whether the person missed will be gone briefly or forever, the gap their departure creates can be excruciating. We may feel the absence of departed loved ones keenly, seeing their invisible presence around the house, at the dinner table. Maybe nothing turns our head more often than we think.

These invisible realities, the dead mothers and fathers, the missing children, the departed friends, all stand like sentries at the borders of our life, present in their absence. Marie gave her love to something no longer there, but this void became its own real presence as she learned to mark what was missing. We interact with this negative space, moving around it, remembering it, honoring it. Even in ignoring it, we acknowledge it.

And so we scrabble for placeholders, for the pyramids that will speak for us after we are gone. Perhaps this is why great men of the past recorded their features in plaster and glue, leaving to the world what they could not preserve in themselves. This impulse seems brave at first, but also wasted.

Still we persist. Remembering what has gone has always been a human preoccupation. What tribe does not mark its burial grounds and hallow the remains of its departed? These rituals serve a very real need for those still here.

One of my earliest memories of my mother is of her sitting at our kitchen table with a mug of tea. When she finished, she would clasp her hands around it and hold it against her cheek, the lingering warmth a testimony to what was so recently there.

Missing will always be tragic. That things leave, that they go away, end, finish, and die, will never be palatable. I have never found anything sweet in the sorrow of parting. But I can see that absence has a role to play in vitality all the same. To contemplate and ritualize it is not macabre, but an act of true consciousness.

Don had a personality that could not be contained within the confines of a radio, or a television. To fully appreciate his charisma, one needed to share a room with him, or even better, the great outdoors.

The Dayton, Tenn. native first made his mark in Chattanooga broadcasting in the 1960s, as a news reader and disc jockey on WDXB radio. Jerry Lingerfelt was in charge of hiring and firing, and got to know Don well, hiring and firing him numerous times.

Don loved Chattanooga and was very active in many associations and clubs throughout the area. He was a 32nd Degree Mason and held memberships with the York Rite, the Scottish Rite, and the Alahambra Shrine. He was also active in the Royal Order of Jesters, Court 39, as well as, the Highlander Drum and Pipe Band. Don also served on the board for CADAS, the Hamilton County Beer Board and served as a former board member of Goodwill.

I met Don Welch when I was in fifth grade. He came to my elementary school to talk about weather. I just thought he was so funny and just friendly as can be. I have pictures of him that I sent. I always wanted to meet back up with him to show him the pictures.. never got the chance. I hope he was able to see them. I am now 43 and it was so fun that day. Rip Don welch. You will be missed.

I am in shock, David. Don Welch and his witty humor made me laugh and have sunshine during many a difficult day. He always was friendly when I saw him out and about, and always a class act. I knew he was going through difficult times physically, and this announcement of his passing would come. First Luther and now Don Welch. Too much demise of key Chattanooga announcers which were beloved. Thanks, David for your own contributions and your chronicles of Chattanooga Radio and TV history, this gimpy radio engineer and historian enjoys them. Don Welch will never be forgotten by all he came in contact with, in person, and those who listened to and watched him. He was honest and told it like it was up front, and a man of class and integrity. A gentleman. A giant, and never forgot where he came from.

Don will be greatly missed. My Father and I have had the privilege of spending time with Him off and on the air. He was someone you would never forget. His humor and smile took over wherever he was.
Praying for Sammie and family.

Thanks David, for giving such a wonderful tribute. Also thanks for the memories of years gone by. I came to Chattanooga first in 1948 with my father and fell in love with it. I was 15. Thankfully I have gotten my wish and lived here since 1972. Sorry for the loss of Don Welch, condolences to his family.

Thanks David, for giving such a wonderful tribute. Also thanks for the memories of years gone by. I came to Chattanooga first in 1948 with my dad and fell in love with it. I was 15. Thankfully I have gotten my wish and lived here since 1972. Sorry for the loss of Don Welch, condolences to his family.

He was a great man and I can remember him very well. Growing up n the 60s and 70,s .My parents always watched Don.Then I marry and he is a neighbor to my in-laws.Prayers to this great family.From David and Debbie Hancock.

I was blessed to be able to work with Don. My condolences to his wife Sammie and his family. May he rest in peace. The laughter he is bringing to Heaven will make the sun shine a little brighter, and the clouds fly a little higher.

I would love to see a blog post on whether to teach sight words/high frequency words, and if there is any useful reason to track whether a student is learning them. My teachers are still teaching them in K and 1st, but more through reading and spelling them, decoding, and encoding them, in and out of text, and not by memorizing their shape. Yet, they are unsure of whether it is worth it to track which words they've learned and how much intervention to provide based on that data.

To help kids develop sight vocabularies in the tens of thousands (which is the real goal), we should provide systematic instruction focused on spelling patterns, relationships between letters and sounds and spellings and pronunciations and meanings. That is where most of our word teaching efforts should be focused.

Just as abstract spelling patterns and grapheme-phoneme correspondences can be generalized to new words, words themselves can serve as analogies facilitating the reading of new words and the application of decoding skills.

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