Columns - Topics from April, 2011
Senior citizens and such
Paul Payack, president and chief word analyst of the Global Language Monitor, says that “the attempt to remove all bias from language is itself creating biases. It is becoming increasingly difficult to engage in any form of public dialogue without offending someone’s sensitivities, whether right, left or center.”
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Polecats, Potluck and Politics
The seventh production of “Tales of the Altamaha” at the Blue Marquee Theater in Lyons, Ga. was another huge success. The “Tales” based on the writings of T. Ross Sharpe, a native-born Toombs County attorney who grew up on the Altamaha River, portray life on the Altamaha around the turn of the century.
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Don’t forget the real meaning
Just in case you’ve missed all the bunny and egg decorations in various stores in the area, it’s Easter. This holiday is very enjoyable, especially watching the little ones scurry around at egg hunts. Of course one part of Easter that I really enjoy is chocolate. Those Cadbury Eggs really put a hurting on my waistline.
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Cantankerous old coots
Older people have a reputation for being bad tempered, ogres that no one knows how to handle. Quite a few maladies might explain this ornery condition, especially if a person has suddenly changed character. For a life-long grouch to remain grouchy in old age shocks no one; when a gentle soul totally changes character, we all jump to attention. Such was the case with my father. Daddy, the very epitome of patience and gentleness all my life, changed drastically in his last few years. He’d call me from the nursing home in Lumber City and scream at me, although I’d never before heard him raise his voice. Alzheimers was screaming, not my beloved father. He spent his last years where he could get the care we could not provide. My sister and I visited him almost daily, making sure he never became one of the abandoned ones.
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Trekking trails in the Okefenokee
We concluded our enjoyable visit to the Suwannee Canal and Recreation Area. We followed Cathy and Keith yet deeper into the “Land of the Trembling Earth”. They had told us that much walking was in store for us. The remainder of our trip would be mostly walking along primitive trails.
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Thyme in my hands
Advertisers on television constantly show us how much they love us, the consumers. They will go to incredible lengths to please us. One insurance company will rename itself after the subscriber. We’ll save hundreds of dollars with every single one of them if we switch. They stand in line for hours just to serve us. Just hand over your money, and they’ll prove themselves. In my household, we are grateful for the DVR gadgetry that allows us to skip all these commercials, flipping right through every single one unless something interesting catches our attention. For example, I’ll stop and watch the little white dog take his bone to the bank and then retrieve it. It appeals to me, not because I want to change my insurance to that company, but because the commercial is cute.
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Into the Okefenokee
There was a slight drizzle of rain as Big Red followed Cathy and Keith toward the Great Swamp. After several miles on the main road, we turned onto the winding paved road that led deeper into the swamp to the Suwannee Canal Recreation Area on the eastern edge of the Okefenokee.
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