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.
Dr. Lelia Kelly knows her herbs. The Mississippi State University Extension Service consumer horticulture specialist grew and sold them commercially before coming on board at MSU. When she pronounces herbs the multipurpose plants of the 21st century, it's with good reason.
In the gothic thriller "The Mysteries of Udolpho" (1794), the mysteries consist of distinguishing the real from the supernatural, and one of the scary visions seen by the heroine Emily was a body in grave clothes, being eaten by worms. She really saw it, and the author reflects, "On such an object, it will be readily believed, that no person could endure to look twice." Is it a horrific supernatural vision, or is it a mere waxwork?
Sam has a passion for fishing. I was thinking about that while a local official was asking me questions about where and how Sam fishes. He oughta know that I can't tell him anything. It tickles me to hear Sam on the river and a fisherman idles up beside us.
The S.D. Lee High School Class of 1946 held its first reunion in 1976, 30 years after graduation. It was determined at that time to meet every five years, and we did, until the last one at Lake Norris in 2001.
Junior Auxiliary of Columbus has been recognized across the Southern region as a leader in community service.
When Sarah Harmon, a 17-year-old honor student at Columbus High School, leaves for a foreign mission trip to India and Nepal later this month, she will be equipped with some valuable information.
The Friends of the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library and Hitching Lot Farmers' Market present Birney Imes, avid amateur beekeeper and editor/publisher of The Commercial Dispatch, as the featured speaker at the June 15 Table Talk series.
Remember crop circles? Not too many years ago mysterious circles began to appear on crop lands in England, then later in the U.S. and perhaps elsewhere. I don't know; at the time I didn't give them much thought. But some people did.
In one of my fantasies, I am a matchmaker. This is a big problem for Chris, because he is a strong proponent of minding-your-own-business. And that disparity in thinking is only one example of the vast differences between men and women.
Stephanie Holcombe is a "yes" woman -- and proud of it. "Yes" to exploring. "Yes" to learning. "Yes" to new experiences. Her worn passport is evidence enough.
Some kids have never had a fruit smoothie. It may never have occurred to them to sidestep the monotony of eating fruit by tossing it in a blender with some milk or juice and drinking it. They may have assumed the smoothies at McDonald's are just a marketing gimmick to sell another cup of fruit-flavored ice cream.
The generations that had had smallpox vaccination scars upon their arms are dying off. That scar might have served as something like a passport to get them into a new country, or it might have allowed them to enter school.
A walk through the Southside neighborhood in Columbus yields an architectural mélange, from massive antebellum mansions to quaint Victorian houses to World War II-era bungalows. Together, they may soon become the city's first residential historic district registered with the National Trust for Historic Preservation.
I have a friend who is in love with Bonsai trees. John Weathers probably has about 100 of the tiny trees scattered around his yard. Bonsais are adult trees that have been artificially dwarfed. Some can be very old; the diminutive height has nothing to do with age. Every time they produce a normal-sized leaf, it is carefully pruned. Eventually, the trees stop producing large leaves, growing only miniature ones.
At the family reunion you couldn't always tell which person was the "reunitee." Did that person look like Uncle Luther or Aunt Betty? Or did they just marry someone who looked like Uncle Luther or Aunt Betty? Whatever the case, on some level, everyone was familiar.