Bill Woodruff loved to play golf, but poor eyesight made it difficult for him. Trying to help him continue one of his favorite activities as long as possible, his club professional suggested he play with Mr. Hughes, who was somewhat older than Bill but could "see like a hawk." So the next day, both golfers went to the first tee together. All excited about being able to play confidently again, Woodruff took a tremendous swing and smacked the ball right down the middle.
A couple of Saturdays ago, I was at Jackson's third birthday party. More unbelievable than the fact that he is already 3 years old is the fact that I am the great-aunt of a 3-year-old. I had a lot of great-aunts growing up, and my memories of them are consistent: They all had gray or white hair, and they all wore plain cotton shirtwaist dresses during the week and lace-collared shirtwaist dresses on Sunday and to funerals. Not one of them would have been found going down an inflatable slide on my third birthday - which is what I was ...
Until 1803, Georgia distributed land based on the "headright" system. Each head of family had the "right" to 200 acres of land for himself and 50 acres of land for each member of his family, up to 1,000 acres. However, after the Revolutionary War, a number of governors signed land grants of significantly greater amounts than the law allowed.
If my parents told me once, they told me at least 100 times, "Don't talk to anyone about their religious or political beliefs." They meant, of course, that those topics are likely to generate tension and angry conflict. As such, they were not the stuff of polite social conversation. Notwithstanding the fact that I find religion and politics to be the two most interesting conversational topics of all, a third caution should be added to the list: parenting. In other words, don't talk to anyone about how they are raising their children.
The first time that Jesus talks about the kingdom of God in terms of family is found in Matthew's record: "While Jesus was still talking to the crowd, his mother and brothers stood outside, wanting to speak to him. Someone told him, 'Your mother and brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you.' He replied to him, 'Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?' Pointing to his disciples, he said, 'Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother'" (Matthew 12 ...
Every time I pass the Aspen Heights student housing development on Highway 67 South, I am amazed. This massive development which is slated for completion Aug. 1 is coming together at a rapid pace thanks to the hard work of many local subcontractors.
Q: Our 9-year-old daughter is going to the fourth grade next school year. She loves school and has always done very well.
I've often been called a chip off the ol' block. I am my father's daughter, there's no doubt about it. We're built just alike. I have his eyes and his exact feet, only mine are prettier. I get my trademark curly hair from Daddy. We love a classic country song and the Georgia coast. We like good eatin', going fishing and front porch rockin' among the pine trees on our home place. We love pickin' and grinnin' and spending time singing Southern Baptist hymns and 1990s Alan Jackson hits. We're a lot alike, my Daddy ...
If you are a regular at CHOPS in Statesboro, then you probably know its resident bartender Scott Martin. Martin has been bartending there off and on for the last several years.
The morning after a rain, no matter how sparse, is always startling. It isn't just that every sprout and blade and leaf of green is greener. It isn't just that the vista has been swiped by a giant squeegee and everything is in clearer focus. It's not even that the birdsong is deeper, as though the entire genus overnight has become a choir of contraltos. It's that some of the pall of dust that the rain has washed away wasn't that clinging to the landscape, but to you.
The first white man to meet Georgia's native peoples was Dr. Henry Woodward, a surgeon and world traveler who had joined the English colonists sailing to the area that would become the Carolina colonies. In 1670, Woodward journeyed far inland to the Indian village of Cofitachequi, located between the lands of the Creeks and the Cherokees.
Q: My 3-year-old started preschool three days a week (with a private sitter the other two days) about two months ago. He did great.
There is always a certain excitement in the air around graduation season.
A good road trip becomes a great road trip at first sight of those often hand-painted, wooden, one-to-two-word signs seen along the interstate, leading up to an exit a mile away. Sometimes they're nailed to trees at eye level or simply secured in the ground one after another and written in shorthand exclaiming, "Boiled P-Nuts," "Peaches" and "Watermelon." The sign that makes me grin the widest that's often included in the mix - especially in the South - says "Jesus Loves You." Truck beds and tractor-trailers turned produce stands have an inviting way of making you pull over, take a ...
Q: Our son's fifth birthday is in August. He did just fine, socially and academically, in preschool, but the counselor at the school he's slated to attend has recommended that we hold him back a year because of his late birthday. She says that kids with late birthdays, especially boys, do better if they're given an extra year of maturation before starting school. What do you think?