Julie and I decided it was time, after about three or four years, to clean the windows and put up the screens for the approach of Fall and the cooler weather. Actually, Julie made the decision and it took me a bit to get motivated. Fear is a great motivator, by the way.
The term 'year' comes, surprisingly enough, from the Saxon word "jear," meaning seasons. The ancient Saxons observed just two seasons: Summer, when the days were longer than the nights; and Winter, when the nights were longer than the days.
Once in a while, a mysterious envelope will appear on my desk. The envelope is always typed, and the missive inside is always unsigned.
It's no secret, "we" have a weight problem. So whenever America has a problem, the entrepreneurs get busy.
The family now known as "Mock" has a name that has been spelled many ways: Mauk; Mauck; Mack; Moak; Maag; Mook; Maug; Mocks; Mox; Maux; Motz; Monk; Moncks; Mauch; and others. The majority of the Mocks came from Germany.
It's hard to believe it's September, the ninth month of the year, already. But when the names of our calendar months were first established, September was the seventh month. Here are some details about the origin of the names of our months.
Henry James wrote that the two most beautiful words in the English language are "summer afternoon." Henry James did not live in south Georgia. If he had, his opinion, in my opinion, would have been somewhat different.
I always thought the word "AARP" was a sound made by a dog with a lisp until I began to receive my own copy of the retired person's newspaper, which I have found to be informative and interesting. On page 39 of the last edition, there is a headline, "Banned!", covering just a few of the many books either banned, burned or blacklisted. To my surprise and dismay, I have been found guilty of reading over half of the books on the list, but for the life of me, don't feel embarrassed or ashamed.
Statesboro city council members will consider this morning whether to approve a memorandum of understanding with First Baptist Church, in which the city would provide labor for extending a 10-inch water line from the intersection of Hill and Oak Streets to the new church sanctuary.
This is the third week in a row that I will be writing about restaurants. If I thought that the redundancy of topic might bother you all, I wouldn't do it. But, I know for a fact that Bulloch County residents love their restaurants, so I today I am going to introduce you to the newest kid on the block, Jimmy John's Gourmet Sandwich Shop.
Though temperatures belie the fact that fall is almost here, start celebrating the beauty of the season by scrutinizing every tree and leaf for yellows, reds, and oranges. Make it a family challenge to see who can spot the most changes over the next couple of weeks. As you usher in autumn, celebrate color and temperature changes with those you love. Enjoy all of autumn with family and friends, as well as the September celebrations below.
It's that time of the year when I get the privilege of thanking Dean Bede Mitchell and the extraordinary staff of the GSU Henderson Library for their courtesy and professionalism toward me and my students. As a long ago graduate of the almost defunct Dewey Decimal System and the card catalogue that I would drop on the floor very regularly, I am amazed at the online systems allowing anyone trained in the art of research to scan the known world for information.
Born in Strathnairn, in Invernesshire, Scotland, in 1719, Lachlan McGillivray (or M'Gillivray) belonged to the ancient Scottish Clan Chattan, traditionally headed by the McIntosh family.
As a follow up to last week's column, here are some details about the new restaurant that will be opening on East Main, as well as the restaurant/dance club that is slated to open just off of West Main.
It is about a mile to the top of the mountain. The trail is rocky and narrow, so narrow that two people cannot walk side-by-side. In late summer the thick canopy of trees offers little in the way of shelter from the fleece-like heat, but a few of the trees have already started dropping leaves, most of them red, like paper napkins blown off a picnic table.
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.