Our world is so very full of need. It is overwhelming, trying to understand the vastness of poverty and suffering. Humans everywhere (and voiceless animals) are hurting. Sometimes scarcities are created by war, or natural disaster, or the unwise actions of a government. Misery may be the direct result of choices made by those most in distress. However, the causes hardly matter when the results are tragic and immense.
My mother was definitely a Southern mother, and I appreciate her more and more the older I get. I feel that I must apologize to the following generation, especially the young women, for spending more time and money trying to preserve my own youth and less acquiring the wisdom necessary to pass on to their generation. “ ... older women ... train the younger women ... ”
Once upon a time, big family-style Sunday meals were the rule rather than the exception. Aromas drifting from mom’s or grandmother’s kitchen promised delicious home-cooked dishes, hot from the oven. Children, changed out of their church clothes, romped and played, before being told to go wash up.
You may spout any praise of America, but you cannot conceal the fact: America has no hedgehogs. Not native ones, anyway. Oh, we have hedgehog hobbyists who enjoy having imported hedgehogs as pets, and even have them compete in the International Hedgehog Olympic Games (the Olympic Committee who runs the human version wants you to be sure they do not themselves sponsor or endorse the hedgehog version).
Charles Darwin’s name is so firmly linked with evolution that it is often forgotten that he was interested in specifics of biology. For instance, while he was fretting for 17 years over whether to publish about evolution, he was busy investigating barnacles. He was to publish an authoritative work on them. He also wrote about the geology he had seen on his travels in the “Beagle,” and did experiments on whether eggs or seeds could travel the oceans to get to new lands. He was constantly busy on other projects, constantly enquiring and doing his own research simply because he had an exemplary curiosity.
The late Tennessee Williams, born in Columbus in 1911, is most often associated with the vivid plays and characters he created and twice winning the Pulitzer Prize for Drama. But it is the Mississippi native’s poetry which inspired his induction Thursday, and in a special service today, into the American Poets’ Corner at the magnificent Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine in New York City.
The newly-formed Columbus Choral Society will present its first concert Sunday, Nov. 15, in the First United Methodist Church Artz Fellowship Hall located at the corner of College Street and Sixth Street South in Columbus.
WEST POINT — On Nov. 15, West Point will showcase its own Clay County artists and authors as part of Christmas Open House. The West Point Arts Council is hosting the second annual Artists and Authors Showcase, from noon-4:30 p.m., in the historic McClure Furniture building on the corner of Broad and Commerce Streets downtown.
Vendors of all things locally grown, made or conjured up still have time to sign up for the Nov. 21 Hitching Lot Holiday Market, Main Street Columbus has announced.
Gill Harris freely admits he could talk all day about the big band era.
In a Friends of the Library Book Talk Wednesday at 2 p.m., Dr. Jane Hinton-Stegal will explore the ventures and adventures of native Iowan and journalist Bill Bryson, who spent 20-plus years in Britain before returning to his native land. The free event at the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library, 314 Seventh St. N., is open to the public.
North Mississippians are urged to drop off non-perishable canned goods at any of the 17 Mississippi State University Extension offices for the Food for Families Food Drive presented by WTVA, WLOV and WKDH TV stations. The drive runs through Dec. 16.
Bob Elder — inventor, artist, world traveler, problem-solver — likes to make things. Rarefied, mechanical things; practical, labor-saving things; beautifully artistic things. Give him a challenge, and chances are, the gears will start tumbling. The 76-year-old retired mechanical and design engineer already holds patents for various widely-used components of farm, material-handling and asphalt-laying equipment. And, he’s a deft hand with stained glass and wood-cut art, as well.
“People have always been good to us, and we’d kinda like to put on a little party for our friends and fans,” says Swing Shift front man and founder Johnny Coleman. “They’ve been with us a long time.”
When I moved to Columbus from Washington, D.C., I was in Miss Emily Potts’s fifth-grade class at Franklin Academy. In Washington people had teased me about my “southern drawl.” In Mississippi they called me a “d---- yankee.” My defense was to try to talk like whoever was talking to me. (I have even caught myself lisping back at someone who lisped!)
Once upon a time, when the world was a simpler place, there were only four seasons. In those days, it was easy to understand spring and summer, winter and autumn. The seasons were sort of color-coded and clearly-themed. Back-to-school ads and photographic calendars were always embellished with falling leaves in tones of gold and rust and fiery reds. No matter where you lived, winter meant Currier and Ives-inspired snow scenes.
The second annual Festival of Trees, benefiting United Way of North Central Mississippi, opens Thursday with a Holiday Party and Auction in the Palmeiro Center on Mississippi State University’s campus. Last year, more than $20,000 was raised during this multi-event festival. For 2009, a new venue, more events, and increased participation promise an even better year.
The growing season may have come to a close, but the knowledge gained by a new crop of very young hands-on enthusiasts will hopefully last a lifetime.
As I emptied my satchel Monday, I wondered how many of my friends attend symposiums (such an educated word) and return with: homemade peppered jerky, individually-packaged cookies from famed Momofuku Restaurant in New York City, a blueberry muffin-shaped kitchen timer, Martha White blueberry muffin mix, harmonicas from the National Peanut Board and the remains of a dark chocolate, grilled jalapeno and salty peanut candy bar? (I could eat another one right now if I had one).
If the past three years are anything to judge by, savvy shoppers with an eye to the holidays will be out in force Nov. 7 for the 2009 edition of the Handworks Christmas Bazaar in Starkville.