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.
In my column last week, I asked you, gentle readers, to submit interesting gift ideas that could be purchased locally. I received four very good suggestions, so I will share them with you.
Patrick Costello, probably one of the finest flailing banjo players in the world, has written a very well read and constantly used beginners book entitled, "The How and Tao of Old Time Banjo." He tells a story of a young man who was trying to learn on his own and was overheard practicing by an old man who stopped to listen for awhile. The old man walked over and asked, "Are you trying to play 'Cotton Eye Joe?' Well, if you are, try this." He then took the banjo and did some remarkable picking and then told the young boy ...
Q: My 5-year-old daughter relies on me far too much. All through the day, she asks me to do simple things for her like get her a glass of water or help her put on her shoes-things she is able to do for herself. If I don't cooperate, she begins to whine, then cry. It's driving me crazy. Another thing she wants is for me to watch her play. She just can't seem to be alone or entertain herself. At bed, for example, she wants me to lie down with her until she falls asleep. It ...
The Turner Brothers (A.C. and D.B.) controlled, in addition to the Bulloch Herald, rights to three more papers: the Bulloch Times, the Statesboro News, and the Statesboro Star. In 1917, these three papers were then combined into a single paper, the Bulloch Times, and then sold shortly thereafter to the Millers.
When your husband tells you it's time to move your home grown business out of your house and into a storefront, then you must be doing something right. That is exactly what happened to Jahala Akins, whose cake and dessert baking business grew too much for their kitchen to handle.
November Sunday. Two words that, together, do not ordinarily conjure up images of bare feet and air-kiss breezes. And, yet, on this November Sabbath, the sun, which is growing more visibly distant each day, seems to have slipped back into the parlor with a wink and a flirtatious smile for one final curtsy to summer.
Located initially on the second floor of the Bulloch County Courthouse, the Bulloch Banner was sold to J.A. Brannen in 1889, who was working at that time as the associate editor of the Swainsboro Forest Blade. He renamed the paper the Statesboro Eagle.
Today is America Recycles Day. So in that vein, I decided to talk about a local business that is all into recycling.
Q: Several years ago, I married a widower who never disciplined his children. They are now 9, 14, and 16 and he still has a very difficult time denying them anything. I love them very much and think of them as my own, but I often feel like the "bad guy." In this situation, should he be the main disciplinarian? He's given me the responsibility (he has a very demanding job, thus his at-home hours are not reliable) and sometimes I feel like I'm drowning!
If any early Georgian managed to get a hold of a copy of a newspaper, be it from Boston or New York or Philadelphia, that was quite a feat. Once acquired, that newspaper was something to be treasured. Every page was read and reread many times before it was even considered that someone else might borrow it and take it from your home.
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.
Q: My 23-month-old son does well with potty training when we're at home. We use a "potty bell" and he goes every 90 minutes or so. When we're away from home, however, he seems clueless. He pees in his car seat about 5 minutes into a trip and simply will not use a potty anywhere but at our home or at my mother's (she watches him one day a week at her place). Would pull-ups be a bad thing to use when we leave the house?
Mr. Jones, the owner of a small farm on the coast, advertised for a hired hand. But people were hesitant about working on farms in the area out of fear of the terribly destructive storms that so often threatened buildings, crops and the lives of both people and animals. Consequently, the farmer found it almost impossible to hire anyone to help him with the work.
It's mid-morning on a sunny Saturday, after a satisfying brunch and visit to my local farmers' market. Dressed completely casually with nowhere to be, I stroll along East Main Street in downtown Statesboro to find an inviting sidewalk chalkboard and the doors open wide at CAKE Bakery and Cool Beanz Espresso Bar. Upon entering, I discover much more than cupcakes and caffeine. Here two kindred spirits - one culinary artist and one head coffee geek - have joined forces to make their dreams a reality.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the growth of roads and transportation in Georgia and Bulloch County beginning in 1807.)