Jim Anderson took a learned path on the way to being a potter whose works have been exhibited throughout the mid-South. On Friday, April 17, an exhibit of the Hernando resident’s work opens at the Macon Welcome Center on South Jefferson Street, where it will be through May 8.
In my last column I passed along a story of Tom Hardy illustrating how an incident can be seen from two points of view. Coincidentally, about the same time Linda Lodato shared with me an illustration of how time can produce two different points of view.
I have had the great good fortune of loving two cities that other people find fascinating. Both Columbus and New Orleans are beautiful, and rich with history. They are much desired destinations for those who live in generic places where life has a sameness and the houses are unnamed.
It’s an unlikely place for a bidding war, but the action in the church fellowship hall has everyone riveted. Back and forth the spotter’s attention flies, following competition spurred on by a shrewd auctioneer. The dollar amount increases; delighted gasps rise from the crowd.
For the past week or two coconut cake has been on my mind, and I’m not quite sure why. Not just any old generic coconut cake, but my mother’s. She did not bake cakes often, just the rum cakes for Christmas presents and a cake for birthdays.
Junior Auxiliary of Columbus honored its 2009 Charity Ball king and queen Saturday at Trotter Convention Center during the 59th annual Charity Ball and Pageant.
The Rev. Ron Thomas remembers the phone call that came that late November Sunday.
Sharon Hedrick, of Columbus, and Julia Graber, of Brooksville, have been selected as two of 388 semifinalists for the 25th anniversary American Quilter’s Society Quilt Show and Contest April 22-25 in Paducah, Ky.
She is one of the most photographed ladies in Columbus, her image gracing magazines, brochures and gallery walls. She captures imaginations and inspires artists. And, even after 118 years, the weeping angel of Friendship Cemetery still keeps a silent and poignant vigil over the grave of the Rev. Thomas Cox Teasdale, the ninth pastor of First Baptist Church in Columbus, who died in 1891, at the age of 83.
They say you can’t go home again. This is probably quite true. But, every once in a while, Chris and I make a journey that is lovely and bittersweet.
For imaginative visitors, a stroll through the gracious antbellum dining rooms of Columbus Pilgrimage homes on tour through April 11 just may inspire romantic visions of belles, beaus and balls of a bygone era. What few of us give much thought to, however, is the fare that may have filled those sideboards and tables of old.
Ever since Spirus Roach, that wizened settler said to resemble a possum, inspired native tribes in the early 1800s to dub our little settlement Shook-huttah-tom-a-hah — Opossum Town — Columbus has rather enjoyed its lighthearted association with the waddling marsupial. Even then, pioneers and traders passing through knew a good bargain when they saw it.
For too many employees, reporting to work every morning means just another day at the office. But for Jennifer Lee, the punch of the clock as it stamps her J.C. Penney Co. time card is a success story, a validation of her newfound courage and confidence.
The 69th annual Columbus Pilgrimage begins Monday with a flourish of live music and living history.
Young classical guitarist Erol Ozsever, of Indiana, will be in concert in the Omnova Theater of the Rosenzweig Arts Center Sunday, April 5, at 3 p.m. The artist’s program includes selections by Sylviu Leopold Weiss, Heitor Villa-Lobos and Sergio Assad, among other noted composers.
“If these walls could talk ... ” Thanks to Dale Rainey’s class of gifted students at Heritage Academy, some of them can. In “More Houses Talk,” 16 antebellum homes speak from the pages, offering a friendly, first “person” glimpse into the pasts of some of Columbus’ architectural treasures built between 1828 and 1858.
Tom Hardy is a friend who is a good raconteur and who has a long history in Columbus. Recently he shared the following story with me. I could not improve on it, so I’ll let him tell it himself: “Recently I was driving down Seventh Street South and saw an old water oak tree, between the street and the sidewalk, which brought to mind an incident that has remained in my memory for nearly 80 years.
We fall in love for mysterious reasons. I fell I love with my husband because he said kind things about his boss, and because my knees got weak when he hugged me. That love had nothing to do with wealth or status. It was an intuitive knowing that this man was something special. I proposed to Chris four months after we met and have never regretted one second of our marriage.
First, a correction and some amplification on my last column: Thank you to Scott McKenzie, of the Mississippi University for Women Culinary Arts Institute, and local restaurateur Sarah Labensky for noticing my mistake on the author of “Larousse Gastronomique.” It was Prosper Montagne who penned the first edition of this work.
All around Columbus, plump buds peek out from their protective capes, aware they are about to be given their cue. Under Mother Nature’s watch, azaleas, graceful dogwoods and winding wisteria seem to know the time is near to step on stage to the ooh’s and aah’s of an appreciative audience. The show of color is about to begin, just in time for the 69th annual Columbus Pilgrimage.