A couple months ago when I complained about a pinched nerve to a friend who is a retired doctor, he urged me to see Kenny Edwards. “He’s from Crawford,” my friend added as an afterthought.
This year’s New Year’s Day arrived with more than a fair share of worries.
Mayor Keith Gaskin announced during his Wednesday press conference that he will be burying a time capsule at city hall on New Year’s Eve.
“A Christmas Carol,” has always been my favorite Christmas movie, and I’m a pushover for any retelling of Charles Dickens’ classic novella.
With super majorities in both houses of the Mississippi Legislature, the reveal of the state’s new congressional redistricting plan by Republican leaders drew predictably partisan reviews and criticisms from Democrats.
Many a Christmas tree at the Prairie house have come from the woods where we collected the most perfect native Christmas tree. At one time, when more of the family lived at home, the tree was tremendous.
As Christmas approaches, one of the most popular holiday topics is always food.
As a child, I had an advantage when the Christmas lights appeared. My need for corrective lenses hadn’t yet been discovered, so every bulb produced an exquisite explosion of light! Even today’s laser light shows couldn’t compete.
Two years ago as he was beginning a canoe trip that would crisscross America, Neal Moore called a friend, a fellow paddler, who lives on the Hudson River just above New York City. He wanted to know the best time of year to arrive in New York by canoe.
There in the pyracantha shrub sat a mockingbird. The bird was dove gray and black. The tree was full of glossy green leaves surrounded by red berries. The scene looked like a Christmas card.
Joe untied Sunshine and led her to the gate of the holding pen. As he did so, I walked over to a table and put my hands on the sides of a stainless steel pail half full of milk.
Names preserve a place’s story and history. Many local roads and streams actually have real stories to tell.
Our little bit of the Black Prairie here in Lowndes County starts in southern Tennessee and runs south through eastern Mississippi, then swings east through Alabama. Its length is about 310 miles and at its widest 25 miles.
Last week I was in Alexandria, Virginia, for a family visit. It turned out my granddaughter’s school class was studying the Indians of Virginia. We had planned on spending a few days in Yorktown sightseeing, and so the timing was perfect for a side trip to Jamestown.
“Bilateral.” That word stood between me and winning the Ashley County, Arkansas, spelling bee in 1995.
Let’s try an experiment. Do you speak Hebrew? No? But you know about shekels. Or Japanese? That’s right, it’s the yen. Pesos? Lira? I’ve traveled the world and never had a communication problem when I pulled out some greenbacks. Money talks. It’s the international language.
For the past four years, representatives from the Greenfield Multistate Trust have held meetings in Columbus to provide information on the clean-up efforts at the old Kerr-McGee site in Columbus.
As the holiday season abounds and families once again gathering together, the inevitable question arises, especially to those whose academic level will soon place them on the path to high school graduation.
Over the next few years, communities everywhere will have an opportunity to shape their future on a scale not seen since Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, and I’m reminded of the words of George Bernard Shaw: “Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.”
The COVID-19 pandemic produced more than physical and emotional illness, suffering, and death over the last two years. The virus also brought global economic paralysis that impacted the global supply chain and created historic worker shortages.