Nancy McClanahan Imes, a lifelong resident of Columbus known for her over-sized personality, support of charitable causes, marriage to businessman and Dispatch publisher Birney Imes Jr. and, in her later years, the realization of a sumptuous French country-style home in the Prairie, died Thursday afternoon. She was 92.
About this time last year, Jannette Adams had a crippling case of the COVID blues. She felt lonely and adrift.
This past week, a friend, who is a lover of trees, butterflies, hummingbirds and all things in the natural world, asked if I knew anything about the live oaks lining Airline Road near the Humane Society.
On long ago summer evenings when the kids were small, I would take them and their friends to the front campus of The W to play freeze tag.
At 5:30 a.m. the only light in the backyard is the soft, red glow of the greenhouse.
One of the pleasures of living near downtown is the variety of options the walker has just outside his or her front door, i.e. The Riverwalk and/or soccer park, MUW campus, Friendship Cemetery.
If there was ever a time to haul out the Christmas lights, this is the year.
Gardeners can be a notoriously parsimonious lot.
For his service to his country in Vietnam, he was spit upon and called a “baby killer.” For his devotion to his Southern wife, he was reviled by his mother-in-law as a “damn Yankee.”
Not too long ago, someone said to me, “You always were a little off-center.” Later that day I was going to be driving a tractor and was dressed for the part in patched work pants and a rumpled cotton shirt. Though attire is what evoked the comment and his tone friendly, I suspect the fellow’s assessment wasn’t limited to my sartorial choices.