The sun this morning is a cross-section of pink grapefruit back-lit by a strobe light. It balances on the horizon, pulsing and trembling with the tension of anticipation, as though the day cannot begin quickly enough. As the road curves, it moves back and forth like the bouncing ball on the old Mitch Miller television show and I find myself wishing desperately that I knew the song. I try to identify what I am feeling and I settle on wistfulness.
Full disclosure in four parts: First, I am not a tech-savvy person and never intend to become one. Second, I am convinced that the less technology, the better the life. Third, the technology in my life consists of a laptop, basic cell phone, stereo system, DVD player, flat-screen television, ROKU, and a Digital Video Recorder. Fourth, I do not believe children should have cell phones until they are able to take full responsibility for them, including paying the monthly bill.
The name Alderman is well-known throughout Bulloch County, as they were one of the first families to settle in the area. Their ancestral family lines can be traced all the way back to Robert Alderman, who was born in Saint Margarets in Ipswich, England at the end of the 16th century.
Because of the onset of the "Great Depression," Statesboro's tobacco prices dropped from an already low price of 8.9 cents a pound in 1930 to 6.2 cents a pound in 1931, but then rose very slightly to 7.8 cents a pound in 1932.
One afternoon last week, I came tootling down my street, only to see a service type truck in my driveway. I hadn't requested any help, so I was beyond curious, whipped into my driveway, and addressed the pleasant looking man in the truck with a pointed question - "Is there something that I can do for you?"
I've been thinking a lot lately about the difference between the way I and almost everyone else in my generation (I was born in 1947, the year the flying saucers returned…just a coincidence) were raised and the way today's kids are being raised. The two ways in question reflect two entirely different mindsets; specifically, two entirely different understandings of the responsibilities involved in being a parent.
A few leaves in golden yellow and fiery red have turned loose their grasp and fallen to the ground, littering the floor in patchwork colors of fall. Let every shade of autumn, from the brilliant display of colors on the trees to the oranges and yellows of scarecrows, pumpkins, and gourds remind you to capture each moment fall has to offer to make fun memories with your family. Try some of the celebrations below or make up a few crazy ones of your own. (After all, what could be much crazier than Moldy Cheese Day?)
The formation of the Confederate Navy is one in which Georgia, and particularly the port of Savannah, played an important part.
Let me start this column by saying that I commend my fellow reporter Holli Deal Bragg for her coverage of the Ogeechee River fish kill including the most recent development - a consent order agreement between manufacturer King America Finishing and the Georgia Environmental Protection Division.
I finally used my passport. It's been in my safe for eight years, its navy blue cover stiff, the edges of its pages unruffled. It would be difficult to explain why it took so long; the important thing is that now a lovely blue stamp on one of its pages confirms the fact that my feet left the sovereign soil of the United States, landed in Ireland, and returned.
Browsing a gift shop the other day, I happened on a decorative plaque on which was inscribed a quote attributed to the late "power of positive thinking" guru Norman Vincent Peale: "Change your thinking, and you change your world."
In Georgia, the effort to organize a Farmers Alliance was led by two men: Oswald Wilson and J.B. Wilkes. Wilkes set up the first four local groups (or sub-alliances) in Carroll, Heard, Coweta, and Troup Counties, starting in the fall of 1887.
Even though most people don't think about making personal resolutions until closer to the New Year, I'd like to say a few things about their importance, and suggest a few for you to consider. A lot of people don't like them, but, in my opinion, we need them. They help us think about where we need to improve, and, at the same time, encourage us toward making our lives more productive and enjoyable.
A priest, who taught at Notre Dame, spoke to me about a textbook he had written which concentrated on the early sociological system around the first century Middle Eastern culture. While the Bible does not use his exact terminology to describe the family unit, most scholars agree that he and his peers are right on target.
Several years ago, my wife Carole and I were in "the process" of moving to a different house in Statesboro. "The process" had began several weeks earlier when we learned our offer on the house we're in now had been accepted, and we started getting things together.
The month of April showers the observant one with a magnificent display of colors, from the fragrant wisteria blossoms creeping through the boughs of trees to the willowy stems of bright-yellow Jessamine, to the snowbells bowing their heads and wild azaleas bursting forth. Seemingly every shade of green imaginable puts on a show just for the month of April before fading and dulling as summer approaches. New life springs forth: buds and blossoms, chicks and bunnies, an empty tomb and the Resurrection.
Question: Can I plant my Easter lily outdoors?
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, his shoulder fits into the hollow of my side and the loop of my arm conforms to the back of his neck. Exactly. Perfectly. I have to tilt my chin only slightly to rest it on the blonde head, to draw in the scent of little boy. One chair, two of us.
(Note: The following is the first of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)