By Dick Yarbrough
Well, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Dr. G. Gil Watson, aka, the World’s Greatest Preacher, up and retired after two decades of trying to save my sorry soul. Not only was he my preacher, he was and is my friend. He did his best to resuscitate me. He just didn’t have a lot to work with.
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Columns - Topics from April, 2018
Going home
By Mary Ann Ellis
Visiting a grieving family at a funeral home is a sad task at best, but when you are a part of the grieving family, things are even worse. What do you say? How do you convey the feelings welled up in your heart? Such was my situation Sunday night in Hazlehurst at Wainright-Parlor Funeral Home as I hugged my cousin Max whose lovely wife went to Heaven on Friday last. Both Max and Maude are 90 years old and have been faithfully and lovingly married for nearly 72 years. [Full Story »]
Visiting a grieving family at a funeral home is a sad task at best, but when you are a part of the grieving family, things are even worse. What do you say? How do you convey the feelings welled up in your heart? Such was my situation Sunday night in Hazlehurst at Wainright-Parlor Funeral Home as I hugged my cousin Max whose lovely wife went to Heaven on Friday last. Both Max and Maude are 90 years old and have been faithfully and lovingly married for nearly 72 years. [Full Story »]
The problem with “church folk”
By Billy G. Howard
One subject that seems to be virtually unavoidable, no matter the circumstances, is that of religion. That was a topic among many included in a recent lengthy conversation with a man I’ll identify as Mr. Fred. He reported his efforts at trying to embody the characteristics of Jesus though not having an affiliation with any local church. When pressed on the issue of significance held in the biblical directive to not forsake the “assembly of the saints” Mr. Fred had spoken of an unfortunate incident that altogether deflated his faith in the church. [Full Story »]
One subject that seems to be virtually unavoidable, no matter the circumstances, is that of religion. That was a topic among many included in a recent lengthy conversation with a man I’ll identify as Mr. Fred. He reported his efforts at trying to embody the characteristics of Jesus though not having an affiliation with any local church. When pressed on the issue of significance held in the biblical directive to not forsake the “assembly of the saints” Mr. Fred had spoken of an unfortunate incident that altogether deflated his faith in the church. [Full Story »]
Skeeter plows through facepaint and twerps
By Dick Yarbrough
I could tell by the way the telephone rang that Skeeter Skates was calling. The phone sort of jumps and jangles when he calls. He can be a pretty intimidating guy, even to a telephone. [Full Story »]
I could tell by the way the telephone rang that Skeeter Skates was calling. The phone sort of jumps and jangles when he calls. He can be a pretty intimidating guy, even to a telephone. [Full Story »]
Progress, you say?
By Mary Ann Ellis
Progress is an interesting concept. In my lifetime, we’ve moved from handheld paper fans to air-conditioning. Being cool in South Georgia summers is real progress as far as I’m concerned. The old black phones that once squatted like oversized frogs on tables gave way to portable phones. Back in the day, I never had to look for the phone. It went nowhere. Now I search all over the house for a phone because we leave our three here, there, and yonder. Just yesterday we were laughing about the old bag phones that preceded today’s slim-line cell phones. The new ones slide compactly into our backpacks, our purses, even our pockets. But I scratch my head about some of the things that have been done in the name of progress. [Full Story »]
Progress is an interesting concept. In my lifetime, we’ve moved from handheld paper fans to air-conditioning. Being cool in South Georgia summers is real progress as far as I’m concerned. The old black phones that once squatted like oversized frogs on tables gave way to portable phones. Back in the day, I never had to look for the phone. It went nowhere. Now I search all over the house for a phone because we leave our three here, there, and yonder. Just yesterday we were laughing about the old bag phones that preceded today’s slim-line cell phones. The new ones slide compactly into our backpacks, our purses, even our pockets. But I scratch my head about some of the things that have been done in the name of progress. [Full Story »]
How fresh is fresh?
By Jamie Denty
Longtime friends gave us a bowl of orange-sized lemons from the tree growing in their front yard. Talk about fresh, juicy fruit. Whenever I make a lemon pie, my husband’s favorite, it takes squeezing three store-bought lemons to glean the 1/2 cup of juice required by the recipe. In contrast, it took only one of our gift lemons to offer more than a half cup. What a difference, both in quantity and in taste.
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Longtime friends gave us a bowl of orange-sized lemons from the tree growing in their front yard. Talk about fresh, juicy fruit. Whenever I make a lemon pie, my husband’s favorite, it takes squeezing three store-bought lemons to glean the 1/2 cup of juice required by the recipe. In contrast, it took only one of our gift lemons to offer more than a half cup. What a difference, both in quantity and in taste.
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Egg on my face...
By Billy G. Howard
After I’d submitted last week’s column, I was advised of some discrepancy with information specified. The subject matter concerned something being reported more frequently as of late in that there’s another shooting by police every few days. That actually brings me to the point of this week’s opinion without meaning to be redundant. I was contacted the day following submission of the column and my attention was called to misleading facts as I’d quoted from an assumed reputable entity. [Full Story »]
After I’d submitted last week’s column, I was advised of some discrepancy with information specified. The subject matter concerned something being reported more frequently as of late in that there’s another shooting by police every few days. That actually brings me to the point of this week’s opinion without meaning to be redundant. I was contacted the day following submission of the column and my attention was called to misleading facts as I’d quoted from an assumed reputable entity. [Full Story »]
A late but heartfelt remembrance of Miller
By Dick Yarbrough
An unalterable deadline does not allow me to comment on certain events as quickly as I would like. Also, it is my policy to avoid writing about what everyone else happens to be writing about at the moment. Otherwise, I become just another voice crying in the wilderness, indistinguishable from all the others. [Full Story »]
An unalterable deadline does not allow me to comment on certain events as quickly as I would like. Also, it is my policy to avoid writing about what everyone else happens to be writing about at the moment. Otherwise, I become just another voice crying in the wilderness, indistinguishable from all the others. [Full Story »]
On friendship
By Mary Ann Ellis
Two weeks ago, Donna Boone Tindall, my best friend from high school came to visit. Donna and I had tried to get together in person for the last several months, but the Fates had been against us. We both had surgeries that spoiled our efforts. I had my foot surgery first and couldn’t walk or drive for several months. By the time she had her big surgery, I was incapacitated. Thank goodness for phones, texts, and emails. We did manage to stay in touch. [Full Story »]
Two weeks ago, Donna Boone Tindall, my best friend from high school came to visit. Donna and I had tried to get together in person for the last several months, but the Fates had been against us. We both had surgeries that spoiled our efforts. I had my foot surgery first and couldn’t walk or drive for several months. By the time she had her big surgery, I was incapacitated. Thank goodness for phones, texts, and emails. We did manage to stay in touch. [Full Story »]
Change the narrative
By Billy G. Howard
As youngsters, children are taught police are “good” people and encouraged they should turn to them when in trouble or danger. A badge is supposed to represent an upstanding individual who seeks to enforce the law, which is perceived as being designed to equally regulate the behaviors of all U.S, residents. It’s not the responsibility of police to decide a person’s guilt or innocence; only to enforce the law. Note: The premise of this column isn’t intended to be “anti” anyone but designed to simply “lift a mirror.” [Full Story »]
As youngsters, children are taught police are “good” people and encouraged they should turn to them when in trouble or danger. A badge is supposed to represent an upstanding individual who seeks to enforce the law, which is perceived as being designed to equally regulate the behaviors of all U.S, residents. It’s not the responsibility of police to decide a person’s guilt or innocence; only to enforce the law. Note: The premise of this column isn’t intended to be “anti” anyone but designed to simply “lift a mirror.” [Full Story »]
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