Most all of you "know" my mama, if only through the dozens of columns I have written about her over the years. She is sick right now, fighting a difficult health battle, and we appreciate any prayers you can send our way. It is, however, my daddy that I want to introduce to you today.
Starkville Oktibbeha Achieving Results (SOAR) will hold a press conference and convening for civic and service clubs Wednesday, June 29, at the Hilton Garden Inn in Starkville.
Memory is a strange thing. I wonder why I remember totally useless bits of trivia, but not where I put my keys (instead of the designated place for them) or what the price is for certain grocery items, information that could be useful.
To make it to 103, you must be doing something right. The Shuk-ho-ta Tom-a-ha chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution mark that anniversary this month, celebrating more than a century of patriotism, education and historic preservation.
Clarksdale native Rick Anderson has come a long way from the days his mother had to admonish him about drawing in church as a child.
The doctor's mouth was moving, but his words sounded far away, like a disembodied voice talking about someone else. Geneva Wright wasn't worried about her survival -- not at first anyway. Instead, she thought about her co-workers at the bank. What would they think if they knew? She didn't want their pity, that was for sure, and she didn't want to be the subject of town gossip.
One of the most interesting figures in Columbus history was William Cocke. He was born in Virginia in 1747 and died in Columbus in 1828. Cocke actually lived the founding and settlement of the U.S. He then became one of the founders of Columbus.
Monday was almost unbearably hot and humid. Tuesday, it rained and the power went out. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, more of the same.
Maybe you've seen her on "Good Morning, America," or perhaps the "CBS Early Show." Or you may have read about her in Garden & Gun magazine this spring, or in any of the towering stack of glossy pages she's graced since first writing her best-selling cookbook, "Screen Doors and Sweet Tea."
George Washington Carver has been pigeonholed by history. He plays two roles. He is first, the man who advocated peanut farming and invented all sorts of uses for the crop; we even go so far as to give him credit for inventing peanut butter, which he never did nor claimed to have done.
Antoine "Booger" Brown's comedy is as Golden Triangle as it gets.
Artist Robert Ladislas Derr is searching for one to three community members interested in singing "Christopher Columbus," a short song by 1950s pop artist Guy Mitchell about the legendary 15-century explorer, for his 10 town multi-media project, Discovering Columbus.
Have you ever heard the expression "tarantula eyes"? Well, I have, and images of longer-than-life lashes from old mascara commercials still reverberate in my memory.
A nationally recognized Alabama musician will present a June 23 concert of Civil War tunes at Mississippi State University as part of his role in the university's first Social Studies Teachers' Institute.
Thanks to efforts by the Starkville Pilot Club, children visiting McKee Park on Lynn Lane will soon be hearing -- and making -- the sounds of music.
Scott Enlow, USDA certified organic farmer and owner of Black Creek Farms, is the June 22 speaker at the Friends of the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library and Hitching Lot Farmers' Market Table Talk series.
The Miniature Artists of America's traveling exhibition of miniature art will be on display at the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library July 1 through Aug. 31.
My father has been gone 12 years, now. Still, that essay never fails to make me a bit weepy. Today we are all thinking about our fathers, and about that delicate relationship between a man and his child. Mothers are perceived to be the first-class parent. It is usually a more intimate bond, and somehow easier. Fathers must be disciplinarians. "Just wait 'til your father gets home!" is every mother's threat. Fathers dispense punishment. Mothers soothe the hurt. Who would want the father's role?
As the afternoon waned, George Dyson Sr. sat in the softening light, rhythmically burnishing the handle of a wooden spoon he made years ago -- before the heart attacks, before the strokes. With each methodic pass of wood on wood, the deep, umber-colored bois d'arc handle released a glow, preening in the hands of its maker.
The public ceremony officially dedicating a portion of U.S. Highway 82 in honor of legendary Mississippi State sports announcer Jack Cristil takes place Monday on the university campus.