Julie and I had been officially dating for about six months and most of her family seemed to like me. What's not to like? We were going to visit her favorite on this particular day. She was Baba Mamie, Julie's grandmother, who lived on the fifth floor of the Simmons Apartment Complex. As we started to walk into the foyer, I heard a, "Yoo Hoo!" and looked up to see Baba Mamie leaning over her railing and tossing some candy down to us. I liked her already.
The sun did not rise today. It sprang. Did not slowly inch into the sky. Catapulted. Went from being a clean, sharp, compass-drawn arc behind the tree line to a barely-round blotch midway up the sky, its lower half covered by a cloud like a towel wrapped around its waist. A towel made of long-staple Egyptian cotton. Extra thick. Talcum powder soft.
Believe it or not, there has only been one boat, ship, or vessel registered with the name Bulloch County. It started out its career as just a number: L(anding) S(hip) T(ank) landing craft #509, part of the LST 491 class of transport vessels built for the United States Navy at the beginning of World War Two.
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
Q: I recently heard you speak in San Diego and need some clarification. While I understand that researchers have found that high self-esteem is not what it was cracked up to be, I want my kids to approach the challenges of life with confidence in their abilities. There's got to be a reconciliation point here. What is it?
I do not want to be a slave to technology, but I'm afraid there simply isn't any way to get around it. A savvy investor understands the power of technology, and the companies that manufacture it - either hardware or software, and a savvy entrepreneur uses it.
In times of great financial crisis, people sometimes need and ask for compassion as they struggle to pay bills and feed their loved ones.
Q: My kids, 4 and 3, are very loud. They yell and run inside the house. They bang toys, get into loud conflicts, and my son likes to scare his little sister by growling like a dinosaur. I know most of this stuff is normal, but I've got a new baby on the way, and I'm worried that the baby isn't going to be able to get enough rest during the day. Should I punish or just lighten up?
Somebody said that if I went outside around 9 o'clock and looked in the western sky I could see Jupiter and Venus. So I went outside and stood in the middle of the big empty yard and stared at the place where I'm usually watching the sun sink. There they were, two white lights too big to be stars and too still to be airplanes, so they must be planets. I didn't see any rings around either one of them - not that I expected to at that distance, of course - but it occurred to me at that ...
The most famous ship named "Sylvania" was a Cunard passenger liner, 608 feet long, 80 feet across and weighing in at 22,017 tons gross. Built in 1957 in the Clyde Bank Shipyards in Glasgow, Scotland, the Sylvania was one of the Cunard Line's new fleet of ships for the Canadian passenger market.
Q: Our 8-year-old son was caught stealing from the teacher's prize box at school. He has done this in the past and was punished, but it seems he hasn't gotten the picture yet. Do you have any suggestions for us?
Un partie: Stop the presses! Two weeks ago, I reviewed and commented upon Pamela Druckerman's book "Bringing Up Bebe" in which she makes the claim that French parents, on the whole, raise children who are much more well-behaved, and at earlier ages, than their American counterparts.
The month of all things green leapt onto the calendar just after the gift of an extra day in February. Celebrate the blessings of family with green treats and surprises throughout the month, like green grits and milk, green shirts and matching hair bows, cloverleaf searches and barefoot walks in the grass. Look for every shade of green imaginable, as sprinkles of leaflets begin to dot the formerly barren trees of winter. Welcome hints of springtime with original celebrations or try some of the holidays below.
It is Tuesday afternoon. I arrive home to find Mama and Daddy immersed in the project of burning off some undergrowth in the branch behind Sandhill. I am planning a party and they've decided - actually Mama has decided - that the place will look prettier without the dead vines and fallen-over trees blocking sight of the pond. Within minutes there are three or four piles of brittle branches and broken limbs stacked into pyres and throwing fat orange flames into the late afternoon air.
Parents tell me their daughter is intelligent and did well in school up until the seventh grade, at which time she stopped doing the required work and her grades, consequently, went down the proverbial tube.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)