He grinned at me, a huge, ear- to- ear kind of thing, and pointed at the words on his shirt. It was during an invitation, mind you, when everyone was supposed to have their heads bowed and their eyes closed.
My southern credentials are unimpeachable. Every male ancestor of fighting age served the Confederacy during the Civil War and my father was a former Klansman. My great grandfather, Capt. Isham B. Small, 48th Alabama Infantry, whose family owned 15 slaves, gave his life for the Confederacy in 1864. But even during my formative years I had doubts about what I was told justifying the Southern cause.
It may not snow every winter in our area, but we are sure to see frost. Here are a five tricks to keep your pipes from exploding this winter from Jamie Wiebe. Learn how to prevent your pipes from freezing, even if you think they may already have started to freeze.
Few things seem to duplicate the arc of the Grim Reaper’s scythe like the whooshing sound of a swinging clock pendulum. Mack was in hospital when another thing slipped up and killed him. Nobody knew he was so ill.
Snakes! Why would anyone want a pet snake? Uncle Guy Phillips didn’t own a pet snake but kept a rat snake in the corncrib. Snakes make poor pets. They won’t come when called, cuddle in your lap or follow you around the house. Unless, they are cold or hungry.
I sit writing this just moments after I sent out a tweet I have been mulling over nearly all day: “If there were never anything to make us doubt, there would be no reason for faith. Questions are the fertile ground of confidence. #Faith”
A couple of Thursdays ago (Nov. 5), my mama was on her way to me from Florida and she got a flat tire. She was able to make it to a Shell gas station to the left of the off ramp. She asked if there was anyone that could help her.
There is a mystery surrounding the name of the community where I live. It is named for a man who never was. There never was a man named “Bill Arp,” and yet he was famous, in his time, for writing newspaper columns, which was a poor recommendation.
As my sweet mama would say, “Things just get curiouser and curiouser.” That is the best way to describe the recent events at the University of Georgia — or more specifically — the athletic department at UGA.
I first heard of him from my mother, and what she said of him made him sound like the most amazing of individuals. Little did I realize the entire world knew of him, and he was even more wonderful than I could possibly comprehend. She said his name was Jesus.
There isn’t much in Stilesboro, Georgia. It was once a busy place, a small, prosperous farm town, regular train service and a famous academy. Built in 1859, the academy was old when my grandfather became headmaster in 1918.
Hot Diggity Dog! It is December and that means Christmas is just around the corner. I love Christmas. I love it today and I loved before it became politically-incorrect. Anytime someone tells me “Happy Holidays,” I thank them and say “And a Merry Christmas to you, as well.” If it is to a store clerk, I will generally get a knowing smile. They would like to say “Merry Christmas,” too, but it is against store policy.
The worst Thanksgiving dishes I’ve ever eaten are those I have made. I have this bad habit of trying out new recipes for the first time and taking it to a family event, usually on my mother-in-law’s side of the family. So one side of the family is convinced I can’t cook.
Several of you got a chuckle over my recent observations on a survey from the College of Family and Consumer Sciences at the University of Georgia that says a good way to improve your marriage is to show gratitude to your spouse. As one reader told me, groveling doesn’t hurt, either.
Georgia is burdened with a host of health challenges across the state, from an uninsured rate that ranks among the highest in the nation to its lack of health care providers. This figures to be exacerbated by a financial crisis at the rural hospital in Fort Oglethorpe this month. Many patients lack access to needed health services due to geographic and transportation obstacles, even when they do have health coverage. Many more Georgians suffer poor health status caused by environmental factors, unhealthy lifestyles and other issues.
Anyone in the community now has the opportunity to try their hand at a variety of art classes. Choices for the weekly classes include clay, printmaking, stained glass, tie-dyeing, photography and many more. Room 310 is open from 4-7 p.m. on Tuesday evenings from November to May.
By the time this column goes to print, we will be full scale into the swing of the holiday season, November and December, Thanksgiving and Christmas. If a columnist could do multiple smiley face emojis in a newspaper, I would. Alas, due to issues of printing and professionalism, I cannot do so and, thus, you will just have to trust me when I say I really, really love this time of year.
As a key component of the new model for Georgia's provision of library services to the blind and others whose physical abilities require the use of books and magazines in audio format or braille, Georgia Public Library Service (GPLS) has begun supplying a suite of assistive technology devices to every public library system in the state.
There are many good things happening at my alma mater, the University of Georgia, these days. Unfortunately, not much of it is occurring on the football field. But please remember that football is only a game and that we are first and foremost an academic institution. (I usually say that when we lose to Florida. I don’t say that on the rare occasions when we lose to the You-Know-Where Institute of Technology. That is because I go into a fetal position. It is hard to say anything meaningful when in a fetal position.)
Few of us would want to bring back the so-called “good old days” of unrealistic, repressive moral codes. Generations ago human afflictions such as birth defects were even attributed to some sin perpetrated by the child’s forebears or to other such superstitious nonsense. But there were certain societal restraints back then from which we might profit today, such as consequences and retribution for wrong-doing. But consequences are an effective deterrent only if they are feared by the potential transgressors.
Honestly, I am not even certain of the context of the conversation, if there even was a context. All I know is that as I was driving, I tuned in just in time to hear my youngest daughter say, “Women achieve mental blah blah blah more than men.”
The history revisionists are still busy as a bee trying to rid us of all vestiges of the Old South. That means some brave soul is going to have to tell Wheeler County that they have to change their name because the county is named for Confederate Gen. Joe Wheeler. Oh, and while you are at it, change the name of the county seat of Alamo. It might just offend Mexicans who got a bad rap at the other Alamo in 1836. They were just mad at the time because they couldn’t register to vote.
While preaching recently in Tennessee, my wife and I had the privilege of traveling through lovely Sevierville. We have been that way many times before and always commented on the sign for the Forbidden Caverns. On this day, however, we actually had some time to spare.
If you have just arrived in our fair state from some alien environment like the planet Krutopia or maybe Vermont, I need to explain to you a cataclysmic event taking place on this Saturday afternoon in the city of Jacksonville, Florida, which is a suburb of Greater Metropolitan Brunswick, Georgia, much like Vermont is a suburb of Canada.
He spoke to me pleasantly but called me by the wrong name. He asked how I had been doing, how my health was. I stood up and shook his hand, smiled pleasantly, told him it was good to see him and told him I was well. Then I inquired as to his welfare, and he assured me he was well also. The lady standing just behind and a bit to the side of him smiled at the exchange.
We Americans are an impatient and hasty battalion. Other countries may criticize us as lazy but that’s just not true. As a rule we do several things at one time. That’s because we’re impatient and always in a hurry. Patience and endurance belong to the previous generation I think.
I mentioned a few weeks back the TBF/FLW High School Fishing Southeastern Conference Championship tournament scheduled for Lake Lanier. It has come and gone. Fifty-one teams from eight states competed. Fittingly enough, the event was won by two youngsters from East Hall High School — Tristan Thomas and Dakota Crumley. The win earned their team the title of Southeastern Conference champions. They will now compete in the 2016 High School Fishing National championship to be held next spring at a location to be announced. Several of you mentioned wanting to see a fishing club started at your high school. I would suggest that you contact highschoolfishing.org. I suspect they would be delighted to help you. . . .
We have had an excellent run of vehicles. Our Saturn, purchased used for $1750, made it almost 400,000 miles before developing a hole in the engine block. Our 14-year-old Yukon has 350,000 miles on it and other than burning oil faster than I would like is still running like a dream. The little Mazda is also running strong.
A firewall is a method in networks to block unwanted traffic from getting on a network. It is similar to firewalls in building. Firewalls in buildings block fires from spreading thru a building. They do not allow any openings between sections of the building. Computer firewalls allow some openings but want to allow as few as possible.
A few months ago a lone little female cat appeared, slinking around in the back yard. She birthed a kitten under the firewood pile. The kitten was seen once. The Kansas Woman gained her trust with snacks. She named the cat “Miss Kitty,” recycling the name of the previous cat. When the cat started brushing appreciably against our legs I knew we had a cat.
eBible Fellowship, a group out of Philadelphia that does all their worshiping online (“Alright, users, let us bow our heads and Twitter.”) said recently that the world was going to end last Thursday, Oct. 7.
A preacher had to go to the doctor. He had chest pains and was naturally concerned. When the doctor finished his work, he informed the pastor of the culprit: stress. The pastor had been working weeks on end with no break, there were people trying to hurt the church, he was hearing grumbling, and everything put together made him feel as if he was having a heart attack.