I suppose we are all aware that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. There are a lot of fundraisers, pink ribbons being worn and commercials reminding us to keep up with our self-exams. Even the professional football teams are on this bandwagon, with pink additions to their uniforms in gloves, shoes, socks and all sorts of masculine equipment dyed a bright, rosy pink.
As some readers may have noticed, I have been a big fan of C Spire. This is not just because my brother-in-law Terrell Knight works there. Or that my father-in-law Bob Knight and the Creekmores were college buddies. Nor is it because they run big ads in newspapers. (Though none of that hurts!)
The first and most visible step in the sea change that will be occurring in downtown Starkville has just occurred. If you haven't looked recently, the old electric department building that served as the west end of Main Street is gone.
Thursday's edition of The Dispatch will include a story about a group of mostly older women who gather in Columbus once at week to compete in a bowling league. Somewhere, there are 20-somethings shaking their heads in amusement: Don't these women have a bowling app on their smartphones?
If you have never had the privilege of viewing the beauty of a large bodock tree from your own yard, you've missed something. A gnarly looking twisting structure of a tree with big lime green fruit with a pebbly texture, the bodock could well be the official tree of the Prairie.
"Nose into the wake," Sam hollered. We were out for a little kayak fishing on Bear Creek when three fancy bass boats sped by. As luck would have it, there was a bass tournament going on.
There were many famous generals and horses that came out of the Civil War. Among the most noted was Confederate General Nathan Bedford Forrest and his favorite horse, King Phillip.
About three years ago, I walked past Linda Massey's desk and into my own office. My office has a window that looks into the front office of The Dispatch. I had noticed a man talking to Linda when I walked in, but didn't realize it was Lloyd Vaughan until I sat at my desk and looked out that window.
Green Oaks is a subdivision in Starkville that has been around for a generation or two -- more accurately since the late 1950's. I know because my father developed it and my maternal grandfather who was a carpenter by trade built not only the first house but several houses on those first few streets.
Mary is a single parent of two children. She works, earning $9.50 an hour or about $19,300 per year. She receives no child support. She might be eligible for subsidized day care for the children, but her parents keep the kids while she is on the job -- and she much prefers that arrangement.
"The sole cause of man's unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room." Blaise Pascal.
More so than any other single question, I am asked about the origin of local names. What does Tombigbee mean? What is West Point west of? What does the Military Road have to do with the military? Our region abounds in interesting names. I will try to shed some light on a few of them.
In his book, "An Education of a Lifetime," former University of Mississippi Chancellor Robert Khayat tells the story of his recollection of one of the most traumatic events in the university's history -- the riots on the Ole Miss campus associated with James Meridith's enrollment at the school's first black student in 1962.
Cities live beyond our here and now. Beijing is about 3,000 years old; Paris is over 2,000 years old; Rome is over 2,500 years old; London is just under 2,000 and New York is headed to its 400th birthday. Starkville is officially 175 years old.
Leah stuck her bill into the broken egg and hoisted it up high. She shoved off into the water and paddled as fast as her webbed feet would take her. On the bank she carried the egg into the grass where she ate the egg, shell and all.
From under the old drawbridge at the Riverwalk, the Tombigbee River looks small and peaceful as it slowly flows toward Mobile. Yet for almost 500 hundred years that location has witnessed an almost unbelievable pageant of history.
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