William Few Jr. was born in Baltimore, Md., on June 8, 1748 to William Few and Mary Wheeler. They were poor tobacco farmers, and along with many of their neighbors became bankrupt because of a series of droughts.
I have always wondered if a caveman - most likely a cave woman - just missing being eaten by a T-Rex, hummed a tune and that was the beginning of music. I am not sure if he or she had words to the tune like, "I'm so glad that the big lizard ate she and not me … dum ditty dum." Don't get me going on what I think the first "rock" band resembled.
Every summer, I am reminded just how important Georgia Southern has become to Statesboro and the prosperity of its full time residents. Things clearly slow down here in the summer months, and business owners will admit that it can be a struggle.
I got a plaque in the mail the other day.
Joshua was now an old and weathered man who had been with the Israelites through the invasion into Canaan and wanted to be absolutely certain this young nation to be understood their responsibilities and their loyalties to the God who had brought them this far.
I used to think naively that social networking (i.e., Facebook) had nothing to do with business. Well, I missed the boat on that one. I have always understood how Facebook can be used as a marketing tool. However, it is the covert side of the social networking site that took me by surprise.
The table is large and round. The food is good. The conversation is warm and inclusive. We laugh a lot. Some of the laughter is directed at each other. Some of it is directed toward the unspeakable matters with which we deal every day and which we can't share with the people we love, the unavoidable dark humor of those who see the worst in humanity and manage, somehow, not to fall into the abyss themselves.
In my old age, I often think that all children should be taught how to cook from scratch. Nowadays, too many folks of all walks of life want stuff now, prepackaged and in easy heat, open and eat containers. I am not saying that we have to return to our roots where we planted, tended, harvested, canned or processed our future food. What I am moving towards is our ability to get away from the answer and work hard on the method to get the answer. In other words, "I got the solution the hard way. I worked for it!"
In just a few hours, the roads of Bulloch County will become dotted with large yellow buses in the early morning hours. School bells ring again! Make this a memorable school year for your family. Celebrate good grades with ice cream, completed projects with doughnuts, and new friends with a soda. Celebrate each day this school year as a special gift with your family and loved ones. Make memories that will last a lifetime with some of the calendar celebrations below or create your own to fit your family.
Abraham Baldwin is best known as the founder of the Franklin College & the University of Georgia, but was also a delegate to the Constitutional Convention in 1787.
Over the last six weeks, we took a look at each Georgia Southern athletic program and what each has accomplished since becoming a member of the Southern Conference.
When I go to the Statesboro Farmers Market on Saturdays (and now Tuesday nights), I tend to look at it as a time to pick up some produce and visit with my neighbors.
Reverend James R. Miller came to the Georgia & South Carolina border area in order to spread the gospel. Miller's first pastorate was at the Mill Creek Primitive Baptist Church.
My editor Jim Healy forgot that this is my vacation "week", i.e., I normally don't write a column this week. When he called me on Thursday to firm up what we were doing, I just laughed, because I really didn't have anything to offer.
I don't know about you all, but I have just have had it with that crowd in Washington, D.C., and the "removed" way from the populous that they govern. The latest installment in their arbitrary manner of "ruling" is the "tanning" tax levied on the sale of tanning bed time.
A flock of blackbirds covers the field. Two hundred, maybe. Silent and still before rising, as though at the lift of some unseen maestro's baton, into the air in one loud flap like a bleached sheet on a clothesline. I watch and listen and shiver. Blackbirds. Sign of cold weather.
Michael Kaas is a young man who recently posted a petition on Change.org in protest of local police enforcing laws regarding underage drinking. He complains that arresting Georgia Southern students is ruining their lives.