One Big Happy Family?
There are definitely two things you should not write about less you invite controversy: religion and politics. I will reduce my chances by commenting on just one of the pair: religion.
There are definitely two things you should not write about less you invite controversy: religion and politics. I will reduce my chances by commenting on just one of the pair: religion.
There are some county farmers who have goods for sale, but there is a logistical problem: how to connect the producer with the consumer.
This is how my column came to mind. I listened to a sermon recently about the Parable of the Talents as recorded in Matthew 25:14-30 and Luke 19:12-28.
Every other Monday morning, I go to a local nursing home and play the piano for a group of singers from Mount Calvary Baptist Church.
The rite of passage most anticipated by any teen is getting a driver’s license. Much effort will have been invested in a successful outcome usually by taking a driver education course in high school plus hours of unofficial studying and practicing ‘under the wheel’ to insure that the right to drive is at last official.
It was 1973 in the spring and things were beginning level off in the 11th grade; the day was perfect outdoors and the four girls were not interested in a dull day in classes.
She was on time, it was Sunday morning and soon she would arrive at her 200+ year old Southern Baptist church Sunday school class.
This column covers a period in Dillon County history when there were at least 25 or more school districts throughout the county; today there are three.
The word “turkey” when used as a slang term means that something or someone is a loser. But for sportsmen who test their hunting skills against this wily bird the term is grossly uncharacteristic.
Some of my happiest memories were those of childhood. I grew up as a member of a large family (of 9) with six boys. There seemed to have been something going on all the time even in the days before television and other modern electronic devices.