I have often written about the many people who have lived in the Columbus, Starkville, West Point area and left their footprints across history or the arts.
A couple of months ago Berkley Hudson, an old friend, was in town and called. He wanted to get together and walk through Columbus' Friendship Cemetery exchanging stories of the people buried there.
The U.S. Air Force has turned 68 but its roots in the Golden Triangle run much deeper.
Lately I have been enjoying taking photographs of hummingbirds and butterflies at the butterfly garden on the Riverwalk.
Karen and I went to Rosenzweig arts Center Thursday night for the opening of Frances Hairston's watercolor exhibit "Prairie Images: The Way I See It."
Columbus will never be the same again.
Last week I spoke about the history of Columbus to a large group of sixth graders at Heritage Academy. It's always interesting to see what questions are on the minds of young people.
Recently, I traveled with some other members of the Black Belt Blues Foundation to the B.B. King Museum in Indianola and the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale.
One of the fun things about writing this column is never knowing what direction it will take me. This weekend has seen the appearance of a blue moon. Actually a blue moon has nothing to do with the color of the moon.
It's election time and once again sparks are flying.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
One of the fun things about historical research is getting side tracked.
Once again the question of Mississippi's flag has reared an ugly head.
Almost 475 years ago Hernando de Soto's Spanish expedition arrived in what is now the Columbus, Starkville and West Point, Mississippi area, exploring the land and encountering the Chickasaw.
They were a band of brothers, and 71 years ago on June 6, 1944, in the night time darkness, hours before the landing of the greatest invasion force in history, they parachuted behind enemy lines.
Just 10 years after the Wright brothers had delivered the first airplane to the newly formed U.S. Army Air Service, aircraft were playing an important role in World War I.
This is Memorial Day weekend. It is the grand opening of summer. A time to take to the river, the beach, play golf or go fishing. A time for beer and back yard barbeques or family picnics with iced tea and fried chicken. But we all need to stop, reflect and remember.
Last week I had the pleasure of visiting with both Uncle Bunky and Robert Snow.
My daughter, Sarah, called me on Friday to tell me that she was on her way to the Mall in Washington, D.C., so that my grandchildren, Harper and Sykes, could see the fly over of vintage aircraft commemorating the defeat of Germany and victory in Europe 70 years ago.
There is nothing like a good front porch in the spring and summer.
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