She was an immigrant, accompanying her new husband in search of the American Dream. Eighteen years his junior, she spoke minimal English and left every relative across the Atlantic.
A letter from a 93-year-old woman in Bartahatchie leads to living room in Brooksville. There on Thursday afternoon I heard stories about long-ago teenagers dancing barefoot in a local dance hall and learned some of the finer points of making Jerusalem artichoke relish.
Horses and earthquakes may seem like an unusual mix of topics for a column that is generally about history and it is.
It seems to be an issue that isn't an issue but is, if you know what I mean.
With insidious truth managers dominating social media, the Internet, the blogosphere, talk radio, and cable news, how can the average citizen uncover reality?
It began with a trickle of spectators braving the frosty early morning Tuesday to watch as the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania-based River Salvage Co. arrived at the John C. Stennis Lock & Dam to start work on removing two barges that had lodged against the dam, one half-submerged, the other resting tranquilly atop it.
The busy holidays had settled down and we were struggling to reclaim our regular schedules.
Thanks to social media and its capacity to fuel instant outrage, the wider world has met Jackson City Council member Kenneth I. Stokes, proudly representing Ward 3. He flickered, flamed, then fizzled in cyberspace last week.
Last week the Mississippi legislature convened for its annual session. My friend -- Representative Jeff Smith -- was there for the opening gavel.
Mrs. Leonard Ross sent us a letter last week. Enclosed was a check for six months of The Dispatch and a year's subscription to Catfish Alley. In a note with her check, Mrs. Ross wrote, "Have been subscribing to your paper since water!!! Keep it going to print!" She also wrote, "Tell Birney to keep 'Partial to Home' articles going. Printed news very important for us 'oldies,' who are not 'computer involved.'"
Tax Increment Financing (TIF) is a catchy name for a government give away in the form of a tax break. It's an inducement used to attract new business or a development that might not otherwise happen, a way to prime the pump, if you will.
When I was a kid, one of my elementary classmates was a boy named Mike Davis. I remember Mike mainly because of the odd hobby he and his dad enjoyed.
Holidays went off without a hitch, well almost without a hitch.
For some reason I got my bowl game dates mixed up and had us playing on New Year's Eve instead of the 30th.
Through the years and in all parts of the state, untrustworthy funeral merchants have taken the money and run.
Probably the most common postcard of a steamboat on the Tombigbee River is a view of the Steamer Ouachita.
New Year's Day -- Late morning as I was driving up College Street on my way to the grocery store, I switched on the radio and The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra was playing "On the Beautiful Blue Danube" by Johann Strauss. I thought of my father.
It is that time of year again. Most of us have eaten and spent more than we should. And now what do we do about it? Why, we make a New Year's resolution, of course. There is something appealing about that line between an ending and a new beginning. There is hope and the possibility of better things. If 2015 wasn't your best year, look at the new year as a new opportunity.
Setting aside the few years Mississippi turned in its membership card, a pretty significant birthday is upcoming.
I was making a gingerbread man, a ginger-Trump-man, using candy orange slices for the infamous hair, all the while trying to figure out why a smart friend the night before had said what everyone and his brother keeps declaring with conviction: The Donald is sure to lose steam any day now.
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