There was a time, in the not-so-distant past, when churning an ice cream freezer on the back porch was a summertime ritual. Every strong arm in the family took a turn at the crank, and youngsters in the right place at the right time got to lick the dasher.
It's late afternoon and Jordan Mize's little garden is bathed in the warmth of a low-lying sun. Light glints brilliant through droplets of water clinging to broad leaves and tiny green tomatoes, just coming into the world.
"Moonlight and Magnolias" is the theme of the Columbus Arts Council's gala June 2 at the Rosenzweig Arts Center in downtown Columbus.
Ten years ago, Rick Asherson got his first taste of Willie King's Freedom Creek Festival, that down-home celebration held in a field behind King's humble home in rural Pickens County, Alabama. There, by a cinderblock-and-plank stage under trees strung with lights, blues fans doused in bug spray and sun screen camped in lawn chairs and danced in the dirt when the spirit moved.
Last weekend I decided, on a whim, to join my husband and my dad on one of their saltwater fly fishing trips to the barrier islands off of the Mississippi Gulf Coast. They go on these survival camping trips to Horn Island several times a year, and when they return from their adventure it takes them days to recover from the sunburn, bug bites, chaffing, and general malnourishment and dehydration. Sounds fun, huh?
Little girls grow up way too quickly to suit us, and my niece is no exception to the rule. Recently I was honored to escort her to the makeup counter where she would be introduced to mascara applied the right way, lipstick in a shade worthy of a graduating sixth-grader, and even something to "blush" about, literally.
For generations of Columbians who have only hearsay to know what MSCW (Mississippi State College for Women, now Mississippi University for Women) used to be, Eugenia Summer has a tale of the days when Dr. B.L. Parkinson was president. I think it will amuse, perhaps amaze, you.
Deep in the heart of every writer lurks a voyeur. We are masters of schizophrenic listening. A good writer can participate in a lunch-time conversation while tuning into diners at the next table. He (or she) is an observer of human nature, body language and, most importantly, subtle inflections, the nuances of speech. There is an invisible recorder in the brain, storing away accents and tones.
Memorial Day traditionally serves as the starting pistol for a summer of outdoor smoking and grilling. How better to usher in that mouthwatering season than with a little insight from a master cook?
Two months ago, fifth-grader Jalyn Collins had never heard of guerilla marketing. Her classmate, Morgan Williams, could not imagine she would "pitch" a product to random shoppers at the mall. And 11-year-old Kevin Brown certainly had no idea what an elevator speech was. But these students at Sale Elementary International Studies Magnet School -- an IB (international baccalaureate) World School -- and their fifth-grade classmates have become pretty savvy since March. With a public exhibition Monday evening, they completed the K-5 school's first-ever IB exit project.
Photographer Martin J. Dain was one of the few who photographed author William Faulkner at Rowan Oak, the writer's home in Oxford. A selection of those images are compiled in a traveling exhibit, "Faulkner's World: The Photographs of Martin J. Dain," on display at the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library through June 22.
Grants can often make the difference between a project coming to fruition or languishing unfulfilled. This academic year, the Starkville Area Arts Council has awarded more than $5,000 in grants in Starkville schools to support artistic pursuits.
There will be a decided Southern drawl added to New York City's Central Park Saturday, June 9, when Mississippians and friends from far and near converge for the 33rd annual Mississippi Picnic in the Big Apple, presented in part by the Mississippi Development Authority.
Many of my friends are reading "Fifty Shades of Grey." They simply can't put it down. I suppose many of us need to escape reality, if only through the pages of a bestseller. Well, never mind that, I am going to hit reality head-on with a few "grey" matters of my own.
Doesn't it seem like men have it easier where weight loss is concerned? It doesn't seem to take any time at all for a guy to get into tip-top shape. And don't even get me started on how quickly and easily those rascals can lose fat and gain muscle. It's quite unfair.
Mississippi native performing with Wilco Saturday in Memphis
Southerners love their banana pudding.
Country singer discusses whirlwind year with Dispatch's Jeff Clark
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" giggled 8-year-old Stella, entertaining her house sisters and "Mom," Kara Copes, at Palmer Home for Children in Columbus. Her audience, gathered under the gazebo on a bright May afternoon, pretended to be stumped.
As a child, I was terrified of trains. I cried if our car stopped near a train track or crossing. Many songs have been written about the romantic sound of a distant whistle. I cannot relate to lyrics about the allure of a train whistle's screech. That sound pierces chills and panic into my body. To me, it is the soundtrack of horror movies.