Let me introduce you to my grandson, Douglas McRae, who is serving a 27-month assignment in Peru as a health volunteer. I thought my readers might like to know something about what it is like to do that, so I asked him to share his experiences with us. It is new to me, too. What he sent me follows.
In the South we are known for our warmth and hospitality. It doesn’t matter if someone asks for directions, or advice on where to get great barbecue, or just says “hi” as they walk through our lovely streets. In this part of the world, and especially in Columbus, we are eager to respond. In fact, we sometimes wish there were more opportunities to illustrate why we are called “The Friendly City.”
Nothing says “feed me” like 75 hungry teens bent on staying awake all night. And when it came to satisfying those robust appetites, the mood was decidedly Oriental as youth pastors Pat Davidson, Aaron Lane and Tim Bentley joined forces recently for a Wok In with their respective youth groups from Evangel Church and First Assembly of God, in Columbus, and First Assembly of God in Amory.
First, an addition to my column on coconut. Marleen Hansen has told me you can purchase lemongrass in Columbus from Lemon Grass Oriental Foods at 153 Priscella Circle (off Mike Parra Road). I haven’t been there, but I thought I’d pass this tidbit on. For that matter, Joy’s next to the Sunflower across from Lee Middle School may also have lemongrass.
There are days when the news seems surreal. So often we wonder if we really understood what we heard or read. “Pirates Off the Coast of Somalia.” “Airliner Lands on the Hudson River.”
Before you begin reading this Sunday’s interesting and informative “Strummin’,” you should know that I’m lucky.
Chris McDill has been creating something from almost nothing since he was “ … old enough to have my hands on anything.”
As sunshine and mild temperatures become more consistent, Mother Earth is beginning to yield the first of what promises to be months of delicious, homegrown goodness for the table.
They’re gaudy, brash and shamelessly funny. And if you can’t tell that from the Sweet Potato Queens’ lime sequined outfits and big red hair, maybe one of the “Boss Queen’s” books — like the No. 1 New York Times Best Seller “The Sweet Potato Queen’s Field Guide to Men: Every Man I Love is Either Married, Gay or Dead” — will clarify the point.
There’s trouble brewing on the pajama factory floor, and only delicate negotiations will quell it. But while the leader of the union grievance committee and the handsome new factory superintendent square off — and fall in love — the audience can count on “The Pajama Game” to entertain with Broadway-style show numbers at Heritage Academy April 24-26.
The kitchen, it is often said, is the heart of a home, a central place of gathering and sharing. To get it “just right,” to create that place of comfort and welcome, is always an aspiration. And who doesn’t enjoy a glimpse into how homeowners, designers and builders turn the vision into a reality?
Tracie Grace Lyons is convinced old buildings have stories to tell. Armed with rulers, watercolors and a keen eye to the past, the Mississippi State University fine arts major is giving visual voice to as many of those as she can.
Those who know him best will tell you he’s one of the good guys. Selfless, generous with time, talent and encouragement. Ean Evans — “The Mississippi Kid” — has spent years doing for others. And now friends want to do something for him.
Eager supporters of every age are breaking in their walking shoes for the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life April 24 at Saunders Field (Magnolia Bowl). This signature event celebrates courage, survivorship and remembrance for every individual and family who has battled the disease.
Rakes and garden gloves are encouraged, but not essential. A willing heart and pair of hands are the primary tools needed to be an integral part of the Community Day of Service April 18 at Friendship Cemetery.
Jim Anderson took a learned path on the way to being a potter whose works have been exhibited throughout the mid-South. On Friday, April 17, an exhibit of the Hernando resident’s work opens at the Macon Welcome Center on South Jefferson Street, where it will be through May 8.
In my last column I passed along a story of Tom Hardy illustrating how an incident can be seen from two points of view. Coincidentally, about the same time Linda Lodato shared with me an illustration of how time can produce two different points of view.
I have had the great good fortune of loving two cities that other people find fascinating. Both Columbus and New Orleans are beautiful, and rich with history. They are much desired destinations for those who live in generic places where life has a sameness and the houses are unnamed.
It’s an unlikely place for a bidding war, but the action in the church fellowship hall has everyone riveted. Back and forth the spotter’s attention flies, following competition spurred on by a shrewd auctioneer. The dollar amount increases; delighted gasps rise from the crowd.
For the past week or two coconut cake has been on my mind, and I’m not quite sure why. Not just any old generic coconut cake, but my mother’s. She did not bake cakes often, just the rum cakes for Christmas presents and a cake for birthdays.