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.
According to Acts 2, Jews from every "nation" converged on Jerusalem and received the gift of the Holy Spirit. The amazing and remarkable happening was that although these foreigners were speaking the language of their native lands, those Aramaic-speaking Jews could understand every word. This was not remotely similar to the Glossolalia of I Corinthians 14. In other words, everyone heard the alien languages and needed no translation. The gift of God's Spirit was ...
Last Thursday night, my two daughters and I went to the Coconut Thai Cuisine restaurant in the College Plaza shopping center located at the corner of Fair Road and Zetterower Avenue. Every time I go in there, I appreciate what it takes to make a restaurant "go."
I still remember the time when I was a young man growing up in Huntington, West Virginia - that's west - attending Fifth Avenue Baptist Church and hearing the newly-appointed pastor from just plain Virginia say, "Anyone in here who begins reading that new revised standard version of the Bible will go to hell and should resign this church immediately!" Since he and most folks were raised on the old King James edition, he ...
Major Joseph Habersham, a Savannahian, was born on July 28, 1751 to James Habersham and Mary Bolton. His father, James, filled in for Royal Governor Sir James Wright when he was in England.
There are only a handful of guys in Georgia Southern's offense who have any real, in-game experience playing college football, fewer that have played their current position before and, by the way, only one quarterback has any in-game experience at all.
I am sure that we are all pretty used to seeing the little signs that are posted next to the road advertising everything from apartment rentals to candidates seeking political office. In fact, they have become "old hat", and frankly I don't pay much attention to them anymore, in most cases.
Probably just about everybody has seen one. They're very common-place, and, as far as I know, can be seen just about anywhere in the world. Some are more complete in their development, but they're all beautiful. Conditions have to be just right, but it's the conditions that make them such wonderful reminders.
Start across the Sidney Lanier Bridge from either direction and, just before you reach the crest, you will become convinced that you are going to drive straight into the sky. On a hot July day - when white puffy clouds approach like meringues, seductive with soporific sweetness, clouds that look like the blow-up slides used to rescue passengers from airplanes - that's exactly what you want to do.
William Few Jr. was born in Baltimore, Md., on June 8, 1748 to William Few and Mary Wheeler. They were poor tobacco farmers, and along with many of their neighbors became bankrupt because of a series of droughts.
I have always wondered if a caveman - most likely a cave woman - just missing being eaten by a T-Rex, hummed a tune and that was the beginning of music. I am not sure if he or she had words to the tune like, "I'm so glad that the big lizard ate she and not me … dum ditty dum." Don't get me going on what I think the first "rock" band resembled.
Every summer, I am reminded just how important Georgia Southern has become to Statesboro and the prosperity of its full time residents. Things clearly slow down here in the summer months, and business owners will admit that it can be a struggle.
I got a plaque in the mail the other day. Well, I should technically say I found an envelope containing something that I would later discover to be a plaque but for now had been blown into the driveway by one of those sideways rainstorms that will suddenly pop up on any given brutally hot, late summer Georgia afternoon. You know the kind. The kind where the sticks on the ground ...
In the navy blue of just dark, the headlights illuminate only a few feet in front of the car. The high beams give shadows to the rocks on the road directly in front of the tires in outlandish proportion to their size, but the hundred-foot pines on the other side of the ditch remain invisible. Behind me, the full moon is but a promise, not even a tease of her liquid silver light yet spilling over the horizon.
On this Sunday before our national day of Thanksgiving, let's think a little about the importance of gratitude.
Note: The following is the 13th in a series of columns that will describe towns and communities, past and present, that were settled after Bulloch County was first settled. Some have since been cut into other counties.
The mother of a 4-year-old boy shared an interesting story with me the other day. At age 2, her son began chewing meat to the point where it became liquid, but would not swallow. The parents became worried and began attempting various means of persuading him to swallow. Nothing worked, which increased the parents' anxiety and, likewise, the energy they put into the swallowing project.
The city of Statesboro and our community are safer places today because the Platinum Lounge and the Primetime Lounge are closed.
Thanksgiving is upon us. Whether you're planning to host the event at your home, travel to a relative's house or opt to dine out and let someone else do the dishes, I've got a holiday menu that won't disappoint and some downhome local restaurant recommendations that are sure to satisfy.
Note: The following is the 12th in a series of columns that will describe towns and communities, past and present, that were settled after Bulloch County was first settled. Some have since been cut into other counties.
One of the most problematic words in America's post-1960s parenting language is "cooperate."
A good way to get some in-depth information about a career is to go online and type in the Bureau of Labor Statistics, mess around with that database for a tad and then switch to Occupational Outlook Handbook. As they say in West Virginia, "You'll have more stuff than you can shake a stick at." I have no idea what that means, but it sounds good.