Nov. 2, 1909, was to be a red letter day for Columbus. President William H. Taft was coming to town. He was to be accompanied by his Secretary of War, Hon. J. M. Dickinson, a Columbus native. (A few years later, Crawford native T. W. Gregory served as Woodrow Wilson's Attorney General.)
The dazzling "Moby Dick" is not simply about whaling. Melville's grand and exhilarating volume is about good and evil, nature, the futility and magnificence of human endeavor, and literature itself, to list just a few subjects.
History is rich with stories of pilgrims. Sometimes they are fleeing religious persecution. They may be traveling toward Mecca, the shrine of a special saint, or even a battlefield.
Snow was piled to the tops of doors, even to the eaves of some houses. Residents had had to cut corridors through the drifts to get out to the street.
Spring is well underway, and the bright yellow rays of the daffodils' smiles have popped up everywhere with the magnificent rainbow of azalea blossoms competing for the attention.
One of the mistakes in movies I always find funny is the opening scene where the director wants to set a locale in the mind of the viewer, so he might place the words "Washington, D.C." at the bottom of the screen, while at the same time showing the capitol or the Washington Monument, making such a caption unnecessary.
This week, my homepage had the nerve to suggest quick fixes for my décor dilemmas.
I remember my mama's weekly visits to the beauty salon downtown.
Civil War reenactment bands are noted for their playing of period music. Bands recreating Southern units are always thought of as playing Dixie and The Bonnie Blue Flag but the popular music of the South was much more varied.
"Hi, my name is Sarah," said the lovely young women as she pulled up a chair beside me. We chatted, and I learned that Sarah was collecting information for obituaries, a topic dear to my heart. I confessed my love for obituaries. I have been known to read out-of-town, even out-of-state, obituaries just for the pleasure of it.
Say "Cheese!" When it comes to being camera-ready, there are a few surefire ways to guarantee a picture-perfect result every time. I have worked alongside some of the best photographers, makeup artists and stylists in the business of "making pretty," so I have picked up a few tips along the way.
A week ago I underwent major heart surgery at Baptist Hospital in Columbus. While the surgery could not have gone any better and the doctors, nurses and staff could not have been any more caring, I am an outdoors person who could only look out of a window while spending four days in the Critical Care Un
Last weekend was a wild one in Columbus. We celebrated Mardi Gras downtown, turning Main and Fifth Streets into a mini French Quarter, with bands and artists and horse-drawn carriages. Saturday night, the Kudzu Social Aid and Pleasure Club took to the streets, with a costumed procession fashioned after the walking krewes of New Orleans.
The pixie has made a comeback! For some, such as Halle Berry and Sharon Stone, it was never gone, but a new generation of Hollywood starlets have been seen around town with a newer, more edgy version all their own.
An annual rite of spring is just around the corner. The 61st annual Junior Auxiliary Charity Ball will take place Saturday, April 2, at Trotter Convention Center.
All the talk about "priming" would lead folks to think less about makeup and more about something seen on HGTV or on the local home improvement do-it-yourself aisle. Nevertheless, we are speaking of cosmetics, and the vocabulary has changed quite a lot over the years.
I drove in late Tuesday night. I found this letter on my back door from one of my neighbors, a little girl.
"Teach your children well ... and feed them on your dreams ... " When Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young sang those lyrics in about 1970, many families were waging war with each other.
Turkey season will soon open, and hunters wearing the latest camo while carrying their favorite turkey calls will venture into the woods. The tradition of turkey hunting in the Tombigbee Valley goes back to the early Native Americans who were here even before the Historic Period Choctaws and Chickasaws.
A handful of yellow crocus poke their heads from under dry, brown leaves in one corner of what once was a garden. Persephone is emerging from the underworld. She reaches, tentatively, from Hades, but I almost wonder why.