Due to a difficulty in acquiring additional gold and silver bullion, the Confederate Congress closed all three mints after existing bullion had been used up. Therefore, the Confederacy desperately needed some other sources of local currency in order to encourage normal commerce. Many Southern states promptly created their own paper scrip, and the new Confederate Post Office began printing its own "postal currency."
How could you not be moved by the picture on the front of the Statesboro Herald last Thursday showing the massive number of people waiting patiently to apply for a job with Great Dane.
I first noticed it on Sunday - a sycamore leaf, the size of a spread hand and the color of cured tobacco, was stuck in the stems of a cotton plant at the edge of the driveway. Surprisingly, it was still there Wednesday morning, having withstood a couple of days of stiff wind and one day of sustained rain. Obviously, I was meant to take note. I got out of the car and walked to the edge of the field for a closer look.
Sometimes we can only wonder at the working of God, and the way he chooses to bring about his ends. It is true that "God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform."
By 1850, America's supplies of silver had been nearly exhausted as the mother lodes of silver ore discovered out west had been mined dry. The majority of existing American silver dollars were being melted down and sold back to the mint at greatly inflated prices in order to provide it with silver bullion with which it could mint new coins.
Devon Corneal is an attorney and a writer. Her essay, "Can You Hear Me Now? Why Parents Can't Get Kids to Listen," was published online by The Huffington Post (Nov. 3, 2011). In it, Ms. Corneal carps about her children not listening to her. She identifies the three children in question as "a son, a stepson, and the manchild I married." She refers to them as "boys."
For the most part, I have reported on our local economy over the last three years. However, something that has continued to be a concern of mine during that time period has been the plight of our neighbors in Jenkins County.
Ireland's ancient "septs" were very similar to Scottish "clans." Those groups from which the Bulloch County Brannen's are descended include the "O Braonain" and "Mac Branain" family groupings. The term "Mac" designated "the son of" while the term "O" designated "the grandson of" a ruling warrior.
The colonists in British North American quite naturally expected the British Crown to continue to subsidize them. England's rulers, however, had a different idea: they planned on the colonists making them rich. They figured that if all the colonists had was British money, colonial exports and imports would almost exclusively come from and go to Great Britain.
Someone recently asked if I agree with the currently popular parenting adage that "rules without relationship lead to rebellion."
I believe it was Confucius who is reported to have said, "Find a job you love, and you will never work again!" I don't know about you, but this rings so true for me as I always had a job that I couldn't wait to get to, wanted to hang around after work just to look over the place and went home feeling that I had put in a good day.
A couple of weeks ago, I reported some statistics about our local economy which I had compiled for a presentation to Rotary. One of the stats that I found to be the most telling was the bank deposits market share report produced by the FDIC.
With recent headlines screaming of pepper-sprayed shopping competitors and choked customers over a waffle iron, one can truly appreciate the lyrics to the song, originally sung by Angela Lansbury, We Need a Little Christmas. Right now. Right this very minute.
I am standing at the kitchen window, staring into darkness where only a few minutes before the light had smeared lavender across the horizon like a little girl's first attempts at makeup. It is the night before Thanksgiving, the dishwasher has died and one by one each knife, spoon, spatula, pot, plate, bowl, cup and colander involved in the preparation of my assigned dishes - together with all the dirty glasses and plates and silverware that filled the dishwasher at the time of its demise - must be washed and dried by hand.
Americans take their change for granted, and sometimes even consider it a nuisance. This was not the case in the early American colonies. For all intents and purposes, money as we know it didn't exist at all.
It's time once again for me to clarify my position on spanking. I arrived at this reluctant conclusion because twice in the last week, I've been informed that I believe in it - which is not exactly true.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
Again, recent temperatures belie the season, but it truly is the month of November in south Georgia. Whether warm or crisp, it's the season to be thankful for a bountiful harvest: the love of family and friends and all the memories both have provided throughout the year. Incorporate a spirit of thankfulness in every day with each event, feast or fellowship. Be grateful for the minutiae and the mighty, and enjoy the beauty of November with those you love.
I have had a certain amount of interest concerning John Forbes Nash Jr. ever since Julie and I saw the very loosely-based movie on his life, "A Beautiful Mind." I also liked the fact that he was born in Bluefield, West Virginia - only a hop, skip and jump from Huntington - and I could claim a certain amount of kinship. The man was a mathematical genius, a schizophrenic and pretty odd. I do not claim any of what I just wrote as kinship. His basic theory was, "any abstract Riemannian manifold can be isometrically realized as a submanifold of Euclidean space."