Wasn't it only yesterday children were giddy at the thought of getting out of school for summer break? And now, the calendar beckons them back.
You've probably been waiting to see what the Lehman's Non-Electric catalog, mentioned in my last column, has to offer.
The brightly-lit gymnasium of the Boys & Girls Club in Columbus reverberated with laughter Wednesday afternoon. The song "Ice Cream Freeze," by Hannah Montana, began on a laptop in one corner of the cavernous space, cueing a dance team to begin its routine.
The Columbus Arts Council is considering a logo redesign and is looking to the talented public for ideas.
Several people have commented on Eugenia Summer's story about getting a jukebox at Mississippi State College for Women. They are usually people who remember attending the college in those years, as I do. I thought, well, I, too, have a W story; and maybe I ought to tell it, although it does not reflect very well on me.
Feeling childlike is timeless, and never has it been more fun to be feminine. Yesterday I stood perfectly still in the middle of the mall, entertained through a store glass window by two girls with blonde bobs giggling and trying on the daintiest of headbands.
I have reason to believe that the gods of technology hate me. Paranoia? Perhaps. But the evidence is mounting every day. Last week our telephone (yes, we still have a land line) did not ring for about six days. In a way, this was quite lovely. I do not answer the phone, anyway, because it is always for Chris. For a while we could make outgoing calls. Then, nothing. Nothing in, nothing out.
If the way to a man's heart isn't actually through his stomach, the women of the "Casserole Patrol" will be sorely disappointed. Food is the heavy artillery in their quest to win the affections of the recently-widowed "Colonel," the newest eligible man in their little town.
Even as a child, enchanted by the luminous stained glass windows in Laurel's First Baptist Church, Jane Crawford was captivated by the jewel-like beauty.
Finally -- rain! This week the Golden Triangle area got some much needed rain. It wasn't too great for my little dogs, who do not like to go into the backyard when the grass is wet. However, for everyone else, the showers were a wonderful event. Gardens perked up and flowers smiled.
Jewish Roots Journey: Memoirs of a Mizpah" is a chronicle of Nancy Petrey's exploration of the Jewish roots of the church, and the deeper understanding she came to of scripture, church history and the history of modern Israel through intensive study and travel.
Since 1828, the faithful have gathered at Tabernacle Campground near Ethelsville, Ala., for an annual retreat of worship, fellowship and play. This summer is no exception.
"But I hate to cook." I hear it all the time. Whether it's too time-consuming, too messy, or the end result is less than appetizing, one's disdain for sautéing, simmering and stirring seems to be the number one reason for falling off the weight loss bandwagon.
Shade is an asset during summer's triple-digit temperatures, but you may find a shady spot in the landscape that needs some color.
Did you notice? By July 5, many big box stores had replaced their festive red, white and blue displays with reams of back-to-school supply lists. Don't let bins of notebooks, pencils and glue psych you out of celebrating the weeks of summer break remaining. Even if you don't have an actual trip to the beach to look forward to, that's no reason not to pull out the tiki torches, bake a themed cake and make some waves right at home.
I got it!" beamed Delaney Shedd, touching small fingers to the screen of an Early Literacy Station to make an image of a flower, a train or an animal appear. At just 22 months old, her consonants may not be quite crisp, but her understanding that she was making things happen definitely computed.
The boys are back in town. Or soon will be, when original members Clyde Lindley and Billy Watkins join with Taylor Watkins, Jonathan Scarborogh, Mike Dawson, W.G. Watkins and Todd Watkins for a reunion performance of the 21st Street Band
When Woody Guthrie died in 1967, he left behind eight children, about 1,000 songs and a musical legacy that helped shape the American folk movement. July 14 marks the centennial of the Okie's birth. The Columbus Arts Council is joining a worldwide celebration of the milestone.
The July-August issue of "Readers' Digest" carries a feature in which people make short comments about places that have meaning for them. Mississippi has two: one about Smithville recovering from last year's tornado, and one by Morgan Freeman about why the Delta is special to him. Columbus did not have an entry. One would not expect it to; there is no special reason for us to be included. The article did make me think, however. What would one say about Columbus if invited to do so? I decided to give it a try.
I'm not one to complain much about the heat. I'm a summer girl through and through and will take 100 degrees and humidity over a frigid barren winter day any time. And besides, it's nothing a little river or lake time, a pool day, or even a spray of the water hose can't fix.