KnowBe4 Security Tips - Protect Yourself Against Card Skimmers

With the convenience and seemingly secure way of paying at the gas station pump and using drive-up ATMs, cybercriminals are now targeting these locations. They are using this technology called Card Skimmers to read and record your card information in a matter of seconds. With each Card Skimmer being able to hold details on about 80 cards, protecting yourself at gas station pumps and ATMs should be a priority now more than ever.
How Does It Work?

Card Skimmers are physical devices that cyber criminals attach to the credit card reader. The card skimmer then reads the magnetic strip on the card to gather your full name, the card number and the expiration date. Once the skimmer reads your card information, the cybercriminals can then sell your information or use it to gain access to your bank account. These skimmers are designed to fit tightly over the real card reader at the gas station and ATM making them undetectable if you don’t know…

Always a Horse

If you have never ridden a horse this might be hard to understand, but there is a power, a freedom, and peace about it.On the back of my horse is one of my happy places.Since the age of around five I have had a pony or a horse. Starting with my pony General, the beginning of love for the soul and the spirit of a horse.After General came Satin, my Welsh pony. I spent so many hours with this horse. He could pull a cart that my parents bought for me. I taught him to lay down and sit up. We barrel raced at Douds Field Day along with all other kinds of events. We swam across ponds, camped out in old barns, rode thru parades, moved and worked cattle. We were trusted friends. I was blessed to have had the opportunity as a child to have a horse.When we bought our farm in the early 90s, I had to have a horse and then came Jewel.  She was a kind soul with a beautiful spirit. We had a lot of good years together. We did hours of trail riding, rode to the Ft Madison Rodeo and camped in Franklin, I…

Wow...10 Years!

As I sit here and ponder what I should write about, something my mom told me when I was a teenager crept inside my thoughts.“Never wish your life away.The years go by so much faster the older you get.”I remember thinking, no way was that going to happen to me.I couldn’t wait to go to college, get married, and start my family, but as much as I hate to admit it, she was right.I started working at Libertyville Savings Bank in September 2010 as a teller.My daughter Shelby was twelve at the time and my son Zach was only seven.Not only am I now celebrating ten years at LSB, Shelby is now a graduate of Iowa State University with a degree in Genetics and Zachary is going to be a senior at Fairfield High School with plans to also attend ISU to study Electrical Engineering.As my kids have grown and evolved in their lives, I have also grown and evolved.Within the first year of being at LSB, I became the Deposit Compliance Officer as well as being a teller.Five years ago, I moved from teller to h…

For the Love of a Dog

I have owned my fair share of dogs over the years and have loved them all, but what I have seen develop between Blake and his dog, Gunner, is something special.Our youngest son, Blake, who is 11 years old, got his first puppy, Gunner in July of 2019. Gunner was about 8 weeks old when we brought him home, an English Chocolate Lab, the last of a litter from Ryan and Randi Troutman.It didn’t take Gunner long to settle into his new routine.Between Blake and our older beagle, Bluegill, Gunner learned the ropes.Blake taught him to sit, stay, lay down and go up and down a loading ramp.He taught him to load into the ranger and kennel into his kennel.They wrestle each other, jump in the creeks and ponds, and play keep away daily.Then COVID hits, and Blake is home more than ever without baseball or school.Gunner is his go-to playmate.They travel miles through the timber, down the old dirt road, and through the pastures exploring together.Whenever Blake is outside, Gunner is by his side, a tande…

No Place Like Home

I’m a home body…always have been.The farm is my favorite place to hang out, and I’ve never been more grateful for it.With the world slowed down, I’ve spent more time enjoying my favorite pastimes.I like working in my flower beds, on landscaping projects and on my never ending “to-do” list.It’s a great feeling to cross something off that list.The problem is, I’m usually adding to it faster than I’m crossing off.I always love spending time with my pets.They put life into perspective.Their favorite evening is when I read a book on the patio.You’ll find them right beside me…a contest of which one of them can get the closest.Cooking and baking are also a favorite.  I’m trying new recipes; including my first attempts at key lime pie and homemade strawberry ice cream.  Some recipes are more successful than others.  I consider myself an amateur, but I enjoy the creative outlet. Hope you’re finding ways to enjoy the “silver linings” in these wonky times.   By: Lori Mitchell

The Story of Josh and Molly Pilcher!

Josh and I met when I was 18 and he was 24. We were engaged when I was 19 and Josh was 25 and married on August 2nd, 2014 at 20 and 26. Once we were married, we decided it would be a great idea to buy our first house and remodel it all while being newlyweds. There were a lot of long nights spent ripping out plaster and old insulation; moving the stair way and adding another bathroom upstairs. Then picking out flooring, cabinets, counter tops and paint. It was a lot of hard work, but we were able to make it our forever home. We have now been in our home for 5 years!
After we were all moved in and settled, we thought that we would try to have a baby. We thought it would come easy, but we were extremely wrong. We tried for a year and a half before I did a bunch of testing to find out that I have Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). PCOS makes it very hard for me to get pregnant without being on the right medication. Once I was on the right medication it took 4 months and on my 21st Birthda…


Competitiveness is something I was born with as sports were a big part of my life growing up. My brother and I lived at the gym watching my Dad coach, play old men’s basketball, or at a diamond watching slow pitch.It was at a young age that I realized losing was one of the worst feelings in the world.My earliest memory is being in gym class trying to out race all the boys. No matter how hard I tried, I never came in first.Each time I lost I felt so angry. My Dad was normally coaching my brother and I no matter what sport it was.Most people thought he was harder on us than the rest of the team and they were right!My brother and I knew it was just because he wanted to push us and wanted us to get better.We had a few rides home that weren’t so fun but if he knew we were giving it our all that’s what really mattered. I believe that growing up around sports is a big part of who I am today.Being a good loser takes maturity and practice.It also teaches us to bounce back from disappointment.Be…