The saw-tooth oaks in the back yard, the ones that started out as knee-high, pinky-sized saplings, tower over me now. They move in the breeze like crinolined ball gowns, all hip-swaying, bodice-gripping green chiffon. Their widest branches reach out curving, almost touching, debutantes holding hands before their names are called. They look like Scarlett O'Hara at the barbecue, all insolent and saucy, dangerously aware of their beauty and its seductive power. And, because there are two, the Tarleton twins don't have to fight. There is plenty to go around.
Over our nation's two hundred plus years of existence, there have been two United States Navy ships named "Claxton." The first, the DD-140, was Wickes Class Destroyer launched on January 14, 1919, at Mare Island Navy Yard twenty files miles north of San Francisco.
Q: My 12-year-old daughter thinks she's old enough to set her own bedtime. We told her that we want her in bed, lights out, by 9:30 on weeknights and 10:00 on non-school nights. This really isn't working, however, as she continues to try to stay up later. In one of your books, you describe a system for letting teenagers earn their curfew. Can we use a similar system for bedtime?
Several years ago, I reported on the boom in development on Highway 67 between the Denmark community and I-16. A number of antique shops had opened - anchored by the already thriving 67 Antique Mall - as well as a couple of restaurants and a physician's office.
Though summer-like heat anguished us prematurely in the month of March, Spring officially has arrived, bringing crisp weather with cool breezes, every shade of green imaginable and a plethora of pastels and petals splattered on the earth like paint on an artist's palette. Gather bouquets of springtime memories by celebrating one of the holidays below or creating new family festivities this month with those you love.
We move through our world focused on chewing up the miles to the freeway, not on the roadside views we're traveling. We stroll out to get the mail and see only the weeds that need pulling, not the bird nesting or the magnolia blooming. We live in a place for a year or a lifetime and forget to see the sights, scenes and moments that make the place – and our lives – what they are.
It might be interesting to note that there also has been only one vessel, ship or boat registered with the name "USS Screven." The ship was the Alamosa Class Cargo ship AK-210.
If the frequency of my own sightings is any indication, those "My Child Is a Terrific Kid!" bumper stickers are fast becoming ubiquitous. Curious, I did some investigating and discovered that Terrific Kids is a school-based character-building program sponsored by Kiwanis. Terrific is an acronym that stands for Thoughtful, Enthusiastic, Respectful, Responsible, Inclusive, Friendly, Inquisitive and Capable.
I think the word is pretty much out that our local business community will soon be losing one its most ardent supporters and accomplished leaders.
Julie and I had been officially dating for about six months and most of her family seemed to like me. What's not to like? We were going to visit her favorite on this particular day. She was Baba Mamie, Julie's grandmother, who lived on the fifth floor of the Simmons Apartment Complex. As we started to walk into the foyer, I heard a, "Yoo Hoo!" and looked up to see Baba Mamie leaning over her railing and tossing some candy down to us. I liked her already.
The sun did not rise today. It sprang. Did not slowly inch into the sky. Catapulted. Went from being a clean, sharp, compass-drawn arc behind the tree line to a barely-round blotch midway up the sky, its lower half covered by a cloud like a towel wrapped around its waist. A towel made of long-staple Egyptian cotton. Extra thick. Talcum powder soft.
Believe it or not, there has only been one boat, ship, or vessel registered with the name Bulloch County. It started out its career as just a number: L(anding) S(hip) T(ank) landing craft #509, part of the LST 491 class of transport vessels built for the United States Navy at the beginning of World War Two.
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
Q: I recently heard you speak in San Diego and need some clarification. While I understand that researchers have found that high self-esteem is not what it was cracked up to be, I want my kids to approach the challenges of life with confidence in their abilities. There's got to be a reconciliation point here. What is it?
I do not want to be a slave to technology, but I'm afraid there simply isn't any way to get around it. A savvy investor understands the power of technology, and the companies that manufacture it - either hardware or software, and a savvy entrepreneur uses it.
Fireworks and sparkling grape juice, off-key "Auld Lang Syne" tunes, a large falling ball, horns and hugs and kisses ushered in a new year. Do you have dreams and hopes for 2015? Whatever your plans for the new year, make family and loved ones a priority with lots of special time and celebrations to treasure for much longer than 365 days.
Amid allegations, speculations, and opinions whirling around regarding both the journalistic reporting of the alleged University of Virginia rape and the accuracy of the alleged rape itself, it's important to note how this national news story can shape our knowledge about sexual violence.
As the pastor who initiated the presentation of the manger scene I have special interest in the response from the community and would like to add a few insights to the conversation.
If the atheists in Bulloch County know that there is no god, then why do they care when and where I pray? And why are they rankled by a nativity scene in downtown Statesboro? If I choose to enslave my mind, as indicated on their banner on the courthouse lawn, then why does that bother them so much?
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
From the road, the wreath on the door and the swags over the windows look just right. From the road, they are even and balanced, the wire-edged ribbons are full and round and the ends flutter just the least little bit in the winter breeze. From the road, the blue on the door and the blue in the ribbons match perfectly and from the road the tiny white lights on the tree fill up the windows at the corner of the house.