This is a time of mixed signals for sure. On one hand, government officials and financial analysts report our economy is growing again and that the era of job "letting" has eased. Within a few days we hear that consumer confidence is down, and spending has contracted leading to "fears" in the marketplace.
Maybe in Reykjavik people can render an image of snow in cliche-less terms. Maybe in International Falls they can avoid words like pristine in describing the scenes outside their living room windows. Maybe in Kiev, where my Kate has been for five months, one can be so accustomed to it that it hardly merits mentioning.
According to the man on the radio several years ago, owners of world-famous Starbuck's Coffee decided to implement an interesting and innovative policy. In simple terms, they would pay an additional ten cents per pound for their coffee if their suppliers could show they were paying their employees at least minimum wage, and treating them well otherwise. I never heard whether this proposal motivated Starbuck's third world coffee bean suppliers to upgrade the treatment of their workers. But the proposal does raise an interesting question concerning the will of God.
In 1767, Englishman Dr. Joseph Priestley developed the process by which one could flavor water beverages. His first flavors included sarsaparilla, birch bark, dandelion and several fruit-flavored drinks. Although Swedish chemist Torben Bergman developed the process to carbonate water, it wasn't until 1832 that American John Waters developed a machine capable of producing large quantities of carbonated soda water.
It was a goodly number of years ago when I was honored to be named as a commissioner to the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church, which was held at Milwaukee, Wis. It might have been the second day of meetings and I just happened to be standing by the free coffee and donut table when a stranger came up to me and asked, "Bressler, is that you in there?" I don't get those kinds of questions too often, so I stared at his name tag and read his name, Don Munzmay. Don and I just happened to have ...
Do we really need to know every move Tiger Woods makes? Do we really care, and those of us who do - do we need to get a life?
I like surprises. The Statesboro Lady Blue Devils, the Bulloch Academy Gators and the Claxton Tigers have each had a whale of a season, so when they each went out and got a region championship, it was some good icing on their collective cake.
I think our local organizations do a wonderful job of recognizing those individuals who give of their time and resources to make Statesboro and Bulloch County a better place to live.
I keep at least four books open on my desk and try to read from each of them at least once a day. Sometimes I will just skim, occasionally look up a point in question and now and then touch them to make sure they're still where I left them. Today, I have picked up the seventh edition of "Western Civilization" and a brief section about Medieval Society, sub section Noblewomen, to check out some stuff I want to share with my classes. You pick your stuff and I will pick mine. Okay? Okay.
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. After the Revolutionary War a number of governors signed land grants of significantly greater amounts than the law allowed.
This has really been a wet winter. Since Dec. 1, our area has had an estimated 26 inches of rain. Creeks, ponds, streams, and rivers are filled and in many cases overflowing.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It was November 27, 1922, when archaeologist Howard Carter changed history. For some 15 years, he had been searching for the illusive remains of the legendary boy king Tutankhamen. He was running out of money and time because his benefactors, expecting to make both fortune and fame, had little to show for his efforts except some rather common and hardly valuable artifacts.
Sometime around Thanksgiving I heard a radio broadcaster announce that the meteorologists for the state were predicting a colder and wetter winter than usual. I say give those boys and girls a gold star. Winter won't be officially over for another six weeks or so, but their prophesies have been fulfilled.
The Hodges are a family of great antiquity. Variations in spelling occurred in their names over time, including Hoegges (pronounced ho-edges), Hogge, Hoge, Haig, Haigh, Hage, Hogue, Hodges, Hodge, Hodgis, Hodgins and even Hodgson. The family immigrated to Holland to escape persecution for their religious beliefs, and changed the spelling of their name to 'Hague.'
Where there's watermelon, there's usually a good time. They instantly take a beach trip or picnic to the next level. Georgia may be the Peach State, but we're also among the leading five states in the U.S. that consistently produce watermelons.
"Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing … But if you remain in me and my words remain in you, you may ask for anything you want, and it will be granted! When you produce much fruit, you are my true disciples. This brings great glory to my Father." (John 15:5-8)
(Note: The following is the second of two columns from Bulloch County resident Ruth Green outlining her concerns with some county government issues. The first column ran in Wednesday's Statesboro Herald.)
(Note: The following is the first of two columns from Bulloch County resident Ruth Green outlining her concerns with some county government issues. The next column will run in Sunday's Statesboro Herald.)
I was listening to good old 91.1, the public radio station, and heard about something I found hard to believe. Hold that thought for just a minute. Trying to find a decent show on television can be a heartbreaker at times. There are so many of those so-called reality shows on these days and I have a very difficult time wondering why anyone would watch them.
I absolutely love it when people begin to realize that the problems they're having with a child are of their own making; when they begin to realize, in other words, that the child is not the problem - they are! All this time (however long that might be), they've been trying to correct the wrong person - the child - getting nowhere and becoming nothing but frustrated in the process. Instead, they need to correct themselves, and it goes without saying that correcting one's self is much, much easier than trying to correct someone else.
(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.)
In the minds of students and teachers, summer is over. But sweltering temperatures and the calendar beg to differ. Postpone the culmination of the season with additional summertime fun and memories. Enjoy every minute of leftover summer days with celebrations, including, but not limited to, the following August holidays.
They are hungry and frightened, but the fear of the unknown isn't nearly as bad as the fear of the known.
It's that time of the year when the school system, from elementary to university level, start the prayers, organize the planning, order the books and stand back for the onrush of hopefully eager and determined students who will learn everything possible in preparation for the day of days! That day of days is when students get a full-time job, move out of the house and begin sending a portion of their vast earnings to good old mom and dad who will spend the rest of their days in frivolity and relaxation.
Note: The following is one of a series of articles from the Canyon Ranch Institute dedicated to showing people how to live healthier and encouraging folks to take small steps to adjust their lifestyle.