This is Mother's Day, that occasion set aside to pay tribute to the women who got us started in life.
Never having received an accolade myself, I decided the next best thing would be to create one.
Recently I spent a few days in a city so cold my nose did not warm up for a week. In all that bitter chill I was surprised not to notice a single fur coat. I saw many of those puffy coats and jackets that are efficiently warming, but no fur that I recall.
Easter is the highest holy day of Christendom. I suspect that most of us have had Easters that we considered high in our experiences. Perhaps it was an Easter of your childhood with a particularly pretty egg hunt. Or maybe it was the year you got a new outfit you always enjoyed.
This is a true story about a slave. He was abducted from his home and family when he was 16 years old. He was taken to a land colder and more brutal than his.
Back when we went to the "picture show" for our movies, we saw newsreels that ended with "Time Marches On." Today time does not march; it stampedes. I did not realize it had been so long since I had tried to get around the Ole Miss campus until I went there recently. Like Mississippi State University, it has changed dramatically. We recognized a few landmarks, of course, but we could not find half of what we wanted.
Now we have made it official. On Friday, Dr. James Borsig was inaugurated president of Mississippi University for Women amid all the pageantry and partying that accompanies such an occasion.
In some of the old "Saturday Night Live" television episodes the late Gilda Radner portrayed a deaf person speaking vehemently against something she perceived to be unjust because she misunderstood it. One example was a diatribe protesting "deaf' taxes in which she said deaf people have enough trouble without being taxed for their handicap. When told she had misheard the term "death taxes," she said, as always, "Never mind."
The one-block section of Fourth Street South in Columbus known as Catfish Alley has been in the news often lately. A slick magazine bears its name. A building on the corner of Catfish Alley and Main Street wears a painted sign that probably goes unnoticed by many: "Joseph Hanna Gen. Mdse."
My father had only one brother, and my mother only one sister; but my uncle had no children of his own. Because of that, I think, my sister Margaret and I were special to our Uncle Noy.
Over in neighboring Montgomery, Ala., lives a young man with cerebral palsy who has earned a bit of local fame as "the grave tender."
Two of my daughters visited me recently, and I got ambushed. I had been toying with the idea of getting a smart phone, and they called my bluff.
Nobody wants to hear about your trip, so I shall not tell you about mine. I would, however, like to touch on one aspect of it for the reason you will see.
What if you had a diamond so big you could neither wear nor insure it? Or what if you had a mansion so massive you could not live in it? Or what if you possessed that fabled, precious white elephant? You might feel the frustration some Columbians feel about the Princess Theater.
Rachel George is busy moving into her new-old house in Columbus. That is not especially newsworthy; people move every day. But there is a neat little twist to this particular story. She is moving into a house one of her ancestors once owned after winning it in a poker game.
Two things: Last Sunday I attended what was intended to be the final performance of the Columbus Community Theatre's comedy, "Casserole Patrol," directed by Linda Bobbitt. Since all performances had been sold out, there will be an additional performance Friday, Aug. 10, at 7:30 p.m. in the Omnova Theater at the Rosenzweig Arts Center.
Several people have commented on Eugenia Summer's story about getting a jukebox at Mississippi State College for Women. They are usually people who remember attending the college in those years, as I do. I thought, well, I, too, have a W story; and maybe I ought to tell it, although it does not reflect very well on me.
The July-August issue of "Readers' Digest" carries a feature in which people make short comments about places that have meaning for them. Mississippi has two: one about Smithville recovering from last year's tornado, and one by Morgan Freeman about why the Delta is special to him.
Columbus did not have an entry. One would not expect it to; there is no special reason for us to be included. The article did make me think, however. What would one say about Columbus if invited to do so? I decided to give it a try.
June is the traditional month for weddings. I am often interested in the many ways brides and their mammas find to make the ceremony unique. It is, hopefully, a unique occasion in the young couple's lives. Of course, they want it to be different, at least in some little way, from all the others.
May 5, 1945, was a typically beautiful spring day in Plzen, Czechoslovakia. The sun shone; flowers bloomed everywhere. But two hostile armies occupied the city. The Second Infantry Division of the U.S. Army were coming in on the southern flank for Allied forces in World War II. Germany held the city, but their resistance was fading.
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