There is a strange web about this world that sometimes makes it seem like a much smaller place than it is.
During World War II, my father, Rufus Ward Sr., was a B-17 tail gunner in the 337th Squadron of the 96th Bomb Group based at Snetterton Heath, England.
So often when we think of the grand beauty of nature, we think of impressive sights such as Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon.
My plan for today's column was to put together a walking tour of a historic area on the north side of Main Street in Columbus.
Most Christians today will celebrate Easter enjoying a traditional meal that is also one of the year's most important family gathering times.
Two years ago, I wrote a column about famed archaeologist Clarence Bloomfield Moore's expeditions up the Tombigbee and Black Warrior rivers between 1900 and 1906.
Today there are seven different homes and two Churches open on three different tours for the Columbus pilgrimage.
I was talking the other day with Carolyn Kaye about the book on the history of Columbus that she, her late husband Sam Kaye and I had written in 1992 and how much more information we had uncovered since then.
In 1917 the Army began construction of a pilot training base on 533 acres in the prairie four miles north of West Point.
Last Sunday at the Mississippi-Alabama Bicentennial program at Mississippi University for Women, Phillip Morgan, a Chickasaw writer/historian, spoke about how the Chickasaws and Choctaws here at the time of statehood were a cultured, civilized people.
This past Friday marked the 200th anniversary of the separation of the Mississippi Territory into Mississippi and Alabama, and it was 200 years ago this fall that the first house was built on the site that became Columbus.
A week from today, at 2 p.m. on Sunday, March 5, there will be a most interesting program open to the public at the Mississippi University for Women titled "Borderline Confusion: Culture and Conflict in the Making of Mississippi and Alabama."
I have always considered myself to be a child of the prairie.
This week, what I grew up calling snowdrops began to bloom.
Within the narratives of the Underground Railroad as a pathway to freedom for slaves in the antebellum South, one story merges into local history.
Back in November, my cousin Chip Billups and I were examining an old glass medallion with a cameo sulfide bust of George Washington.
It's always surprising how finding an interesting story can lead down a trail to even far more interesting stories.
Lost in the celebration of Mississippi"s Bicentennial is another time for celebration.
The poem "The Night Before Christmas" is an enduring American Christmas tradition, but few know its history or realize its impact on how we celebrate Christmas.
We recently spent four days in Williamsburg, Virginia. It was their Grand Illumination with all of its lights, fireworks and Christmas decorations.
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