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A commemorative issue of Paducah Life Magazine covering Heath, Lone Oak, and Reidland High School histories, notable moments and people, memories from current faculty and students as well as alumni. A celebration of each school's legacy and impact on our communities. (Limited Issue - Print only).

On fourth street near the edge of downtown stands a long, narrow, two-story brick building marked by a well-preserved sign reading PADUCAH BEAUTY SCHOOL. Not much can be seen through its first floor window, but five days a week the building is a-buzz with students learning to bend, twist, cut, and curl hair. And students have been bending, twisting, cutting, and curling hair there, under that very same sign, for over 80 years.

Monday through Friday, and sometimes Saturday, too, Steve Hyde is up before the sun, but he’s not actually a morning person. For over a year now, he’s been waking up at 4:15 AM or so with the help of an alarm.

What involves a dentist’s office, a guitar named Blueridge Betty, a little place called Shandies, and a Mrs. Claus costume? Another Thursday in the life of a lady named Tracy Badger.

Senior prom is a bittersweet moment for most students, but for students attending this year’s proms at Lone Oak, Reidland and Heath High Schools—as well as those with fond memories of proms past—the night will be especially poignant. These mothers and daughters from each of Paducah’s soon-to-merge schools joined us at Paducah Life in a nostalgic trip down high school-memory lane; here are their photos and thoughts of proms past in honor of The Last Dance. What does being part of the RHS traditi

If you follow the multicolored handprints painted along the hallways of McNabb Elementary, they’ll lead you past offices and classrooms where you’ll hear sounds typical to any school: teachers explaining assignments, students asking questions, laughter, chatter, the squeaking of sneakers on slick floors. But after 2 PM, you’ll begin to hear something else entirely. You’ll hear the in-sync steps and stomps of budding ballerinas, the repeated thwack of bows releasing arrows and thudding into bulls

First, she sketches a bold, black brow over the model’s eye. From the inner corner of the brow she brings the black down, contouring with the face’s natural shadows. She then strokes the brush diagonally to close the triangle, and fills it in to complete the shock of black. Next, she makes one more quick, decisive stroke from the outer corner of the eye upward and outward. Finally, she fills in the spaces between the black with white, marrying the two colors where they meet. It’s intense. It’s d