It's officially holiday season, and if you're like me, visions of green bean casserole, sweet potato soufflé and pumpkin pie have been dancing in your head. This time of year, I'm always itching to entertain. I spend my spare time planning what to bake and take to Thanksgiving dinner and conjuring up a few seasonal parties of my own.
The beautiful fall sights and temperatures coupled with the harvest adornments remind us that it's that special time of year when we purposefully count our blessings. Though we should incorporate an attitude of gratitude daily, we're especially reminded to do so in the month of November. Use each day to talk with family members about the blessings you share. Talk in the car while darting here and there, discuss at mealtimes or playtime, and share at bedtime the people and possessions and memories for which you are grateful. Spend much time this month with a heart of thanksgiving ...
It is that time in the semester when testing is flying around like pancakes on the griddle. Even though there may be great anxiety among the student body, there must be a method by which they can be evaluated for a number of reasons: do the students have a grasp of the material, are there areas that can be improved, are they ready to move to the next level of learning and what can the teacher do to motivate and encourage student progress?
I have waited an entire year for this! Julie and I came early to meet friends, Hal and Cyborg Fiscal, whose names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the parking lot is filled to capacity. Why do all these folks in town always arrive before we do? The signs clearly say, "Doors open at 6 p.m." so we are sure to get here by no later than 5:55 p.m.
I am always amazed by those with a passion for the restaurant industry that are willing to put their money on the line and open a restaurant that is their unique vision and not a chain. Our latest local "visionary" is Lan Doan, who recently opened Orchid on Fair Road near the Market District.
The most valuable course I took in high school was typing. I took two semesters of it my sophomore year at Proviso West High School in Hillside, Ill. By the end of the second semester, I was typing between 60 and 70 words per minute on a manual typewriter.
The usually mindless 25-minute commute to the office has required a little more attention the past few mornings. Crews of men in hard hats and florescent-trimmed vests have been supervising the cutting down of some rather large pine trees along the apron of 301 South, and a little farther down, another group has been digging troughs for, I assume, the long line of pale aqua pipe pieces that have been littering the ditch like massive tubes of penne. I suspect all of this is in preparation for the extension of utilities to property that borders the interstate.
An amazing statistic in the Bible relates to the growth of the Israelites after they went down to Egypt. At that time, they numbered 70 souls. When they left under Moses' leadership 400 years later, many believe they had increased to well over a million. Generations later, when King David commanded the numbering of his army, he was given the figure of 1.57 million!
I don't know about you, but I did a double take the other day when I rode down Gentilly Road and saw a for-sale sign on the fence bordering the now-closed Sallie Zetterower Elementary School.
Note: The following is the ninth 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.
Q: My 5-year-old daughter has developed a bad habit of arguing with me whenever I refuse her something - anything. Believe me when I tell you, she is relentless. She will continue to argue until I put her in her room, but as soon as I let her out, she starts up again.
Isn't it funny how powerful our senses can be? My family takes a trip to the Tennessee mountains every fall, and you can't drive very far up there without seeing a pancake house. The smell alone puts me in a good mood. Who can pass up the scent of crispy bacon, cane syrup and stacks of buttery, fluffy and warm silver-dollar pancakes on a cool mountain morning?
It's often the little things that bring out the worst in us, isn't it? You may have heard about the man who insisted on showing how rude he could be by insistently honking his horn at a lady desperately trying to restart her car after it stalled in rush-hour traffic. After enduring several minutes of this exhibition of bad manners, the woman walked back and said, "Sir, I'm having some trouble getting my car started. If you would be so kind as to go up and see if you can get it going, I'll be glad ...
About a dozen years ago, I was very honored to meet Bill Coen, minister of music at First Baptist, and it was like finding an old friend I hadn't seen for years. Over time, Bill has become a Statesboro fixture and proven that he is a man of integrity, hard work and gifted in a very special way. He even puts up with old Presbyterians, and I've been told that's not an easy task.
It has been really interesting to watch the growth of the craft beer industry here in Statesboro. As in Savannah, Athens, and Atlanta, the interest has been immediate, and the industry well-received by locals.
We certainly live in a "grow or die" world.
Q: Our 4-year-old daughter has a huge problem with being laughed at. She loves to be goofy and do funny things, but as soon as someone, including one of us, laughs at her, she becomes upset. She will say "Don't laugh!" or "I don't want you to laugh at me!" We explain that we aren't laughing at her but at the funny things she does. We've also told her that we laugh because we are happy and having a good time with her. Is there a different way to explain this to her so that she ...
Note: The following is the 27th 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.
Jackson is almost 4 - that age at which he understands his separateness from other people but does not yet understand the separateness of his emotions. His will is clear and distinct, but his heart is still one with the world. Whatever is happening to him, be it highest joy or deepest sorrow, is happening to the world. That thing - the filter, the wall, the individuation of identity that will eventually teach him that this is not so, that his feelings are uniquely his and that not everyone can be trusted with them - has yet to take hold.
"He who has ears to hear, let him hear." - Jesus, Matthew 11:15
Last week, while most students were vacationing in such exotic faraway places like Panama Beach, Daytona Beach or Hopeulikeit, Julie and I had the wonderful opportunity to run down to Sarasota, Florida, to see our daughter and family and our middle son, George, from California. For those of you who don't know the scenario, from the day after Thanksgiving to the day after Easter, Florida fills up like a test tube full of Snowbirds who eat everything in sight, drive like maniacs and play very bad golf.
Despite what you continue to see in the national news, the Affordable Care Act has brought about many positive changes to our health care system – especially for small business owners.
You want another grocery store in town? How about three?
I recently came across a 1951 article my late mother saved from the Charleston (S.C.) News and Courier. Titled "Agency Offers Pointers on How Parents Can Guide Their Child's Emotional Development," it is proof that parents and professionals of three generations ago possessed a wealth of common sense, a quality that has since become most uncommon.
Happy spring! We have survived the long, cold, dark, snowy and rainy days of winter, and I couldn't be happier to lay the power outages to rest and welcome the sunshine, watch the azaleas reveal their colors and see the earth bloom back to life. I've always loved this season, and I may be a little biased. My birthday is in April, the Masters golf tournament returns to my hometown of Augusta, Ga., and my family and I keep I-95 South hot with trips to my favorite vacation destination: St. Simons Island in the beautiful Golden Isles of ...
Note: The following is the 26th 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.