Gwen Gouveia's earliest childhood memories are of light bulbs darkened with shoe polish, lowered green window shades and the cold dampness of the dirt floor of a bomb shelter. Gouveia -- the name is Portuguese -- was 15 months old and in her high chair when the Japanese surprised her hometown on that Sunday morning in 1941.
On the second floor of the Lowndes courthouse, there is a room where on election night candidates gather with their family and supporters, media and political junkies to watch returns as they come in.
This Tuesday I witnessed the best evidence for early voting.
People have often asked me where I find some of the little known events of history that I have written about. The answer is easy: The newspaper. Accounts of the settlement of what is now Mississippi have been published since articles on the French colony at Biloxi first appeared in French and English papers in 1699.
If Rita Jones ever invites you for dinner, don't even bother checking your calendar; just say yes. In a minute I'll tell you why.
Caledonia, the little town that could, can at times be a fractious place. At least that's the case where the board of aldermen and its sometimes contentious mayor, George Gerhart, are concerned.
A recent news story in the Clarion Ledger caught my attention; it was titled "Culture change in Mississippi urged." The article focused on a recent presentation given by the state economist, Darrin Webb, at a conference hosted by the Mississippi Economic Policy Center.
On Thursday Sam Lathrop, of late the police chief of Beloit, Wis., sent an email to Columbus HR Director Pat Mitchell asking her to remove his name from the list of those under consideration for the the city's police chief.
Chances are if you've ever heard or seen a news story about some development in the magazine world, you've heard the voice of Samir Husni. And if you work in that field, it's almost certain you know of Mr. Magazine, as he calls himself.
Starkville is literally at a crossroads. It is time for fresh, creative and rational thinking followed by decisive action by the mayor and aldermen.
My first phone was a pink "princess" one and my Mother could pick-up on the kitchen phone and know exactly what I was talking about and when.
It was shortly before 5:30 Friday morning, October 21, when I was awakened by the telephone ringing. My daughter, Scoti Diane Springfield Domeij originally from Columbus, in Colorado Springs, Col., called to say that she had been awakened about 11:30 Thursday night by a loud knocking on her door.
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