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.
The Columbus Arts Council hosts Seattle singer/songwriter Ian McFeron and fiddler Alisa Milner in concert Wednesday, May 16, in the Omnova Theater of the Rosenzweig Arts Center in downtown Columbus.
Once upon a time, we visited. When I was a young mother we visited often with other mothers tending small children. Morning coffee with friends was not unusual. Then, children grew, and mothers went back to work.
If gardening is your passion, or if you just want to spend a leisurely morning listening to good music or watching an artisan at work, the Starkville Area Arts Council (SAAC) suggests Art in the Garden Saturday, May 19.
Last weekend was a fun yet busy one, with Market Street Festival and Cinco de Mayo falling on the same day. I had Market Street After Dark on Friday night, Zumba In The Street with my Y peeps the following morning, then, of course, a little Market Street shopping in the Mississippi May humidity.
It is true that life is measured not by the breaths we take but the moments that take our breath away. I have so very much to measure this Mother's Day.
Dr. Sue Jolly-Smith and Dr. Harry Sherman, both of Columbus, were honored by Mississippi University for Women's Alumni Association at the association's annual membership meeting during Homecoming at MUW in late April.
Jay and Dana Mordecai of Columbus announce the birth of their son, Barrett Jay Mordecai, on April 21, 2012, at the Clay County Medical Center.
Air Force Airman 1st Class Jennifer N. Adair graduated from basic military training at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio.
In kitchens throughout Columbus, preparation is underway for the annual bake sale to be held in conjunction with St. Paul's Episcopal Church May Luncheon Friday, May 11. The Episcopal Church Women's fundraiser is a major event on the congregation's calendar, for almost everyone takes part in one capacity or another.
On Saturday, CONTACT Helpline will hold its annual fish fry from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. in the Kroger parking lot on Highway 45 North in Columbus.
"Some of these go back years and years," murmured Perrin Smith, shuffling through a stack of well-worn legal pads and spiral notebooks on a coffee table in his den. He kneeled on the floor, thumbing through pages, pausing from time to time when a remembered lyric caught his eye. The notebooks are filled with songs he's written, some finished, some not. There have been hundreds in all. But then, the retired Columbus physician will tell you he always has a song percolating. "Every pocket in my closet has notecards or little notebooks in them because, when something comes to you, you need to write it down then, or it will be flat gone in 10 minutes," he said, moving to an easy chair and hooking one knee comfortably over the padded arm.
Every artist's work is unique, embodying something elemental of its maker, but Dylan Karges' "clay bodies" are a rare sight indeed. It's not often one comes by a mass installation of more than 1,000 ceramic figurines. Each is "deliberately different, though roughly the same," says the Starkville artist and sculptor, who individualizes his characters using small variations in clay composition, texture, size, firing techniques and color.
On Tuesday, May 8, a historically African-American cemetery in Columbus will become the setting for dramatic and musical lessons in local history. Students from the Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science will present the third Eighth of May Emancipation Day History Program in Sandfield Cemetery at 5:30 p.m. and 6:30 p.m. The cemetery is located at the corner of College Street and 25th St. S. The presentations are free and open to the public.
On Friday afternoon a week ago, as I set out to run my errands before the weekend, I decided to take the scenic route to East Columbus down Military Road and Highway 12 to Lehmberg. As I passed Wolf Road to my left, I noticed Beard's Produce that I had frequented in the past. Somehow it had slipped my mind this spring. I adore a good produce stand. There's something just so nostalgic and reminiscent of a simpler time. And so I vowed to swing back by on my way home to pick up a few things for our first summer soiree of the season.
All my bags were packed for my week at the beach, and I had finessed my essential skin creams into a clear quart ziplock bag along with my other toiletries. The dogs were on high alert as I scrambled from room to room checking things off my list. They knew something was up, and they didn't like it.
This upcoming Mother's Day takes on special meaning for Brent Davidson and his mom, Carol Davidson. Since recently deciding to team up commercially, they've made new discoveries about each other and added a fresh dimension to their already-strong bond.
For years, Gail Funderburk moved in the banking world. One of the friendly faces of Trustmark Bank in Columbus, her days were shaped by finite numbers and critical tallies. Her friend, Becky Abrams, spent 22 years in the classroom as a music educator, a joy occasionally weighted by paperwork and regulations. But, enter Act II. Retired and energized, both Funderburk and Abrams are now free to scratch creative itches, a luxury postponed during full-time careers. Today, Funderburk does her adding and subtracting with clay, molding bowls, trays and vessels in a "Jimmy Buffet blue" workshop tucked in the woods of western Lowndes County.
I wish I had a plot. I do not mean a plot of ground; I wish I had a plot for a novel or a play. I know for sure that I have plenty of characters, but so does a dictionary. A dictionary is not really good reading or entertainment.
Standing at the window of my gym looking out onto the beautiful sunny, breezy afternoon in downtown Columbus, I'm struck with the dreaded thought I was sure I'd eradicated from my brain: "I don't want to be here."