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What I love about my South

Ronda Rich's picture

It happened the other day. It’s funny how things so simple can remind us of things so meaningful, of those sweets that are tucked inside our hearts and unknowingly treasured.

I went to the co-op. For you non-farmer types, that’s the Farmers Exchange where farm supplies are purchased at the most reasonable prices.

“Where’s Tink?” asked the lovely woman at the register, smiling cheerfully. “He’s the one who normally comes in.”

We exchanged talk on Tink’s whereabouts then I placed the order for several bags of horse feed. Read More»

Autumn Elegy 1996

Sallie Satterthwaite's picture

The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the west garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.- Ezra Pound

Something stirs painfully this time of year. I think it has to do with the conflicting messages autumn sends to the subconscious.

In many ways, autumn is the season of new beginnings. Last spring’s fourth grader is now a sure ’nough fifth grader, ready to take on the world. Television introduces a new season, albeit pathetically. Read More»

Elephant-less circus

Rick Ryckeley's picture

When I heard the circus was coming to our fair town, I jumped at the chance to buy tickets.

Memories of all those extravaganzas from when we lived back on Flamingo Street started to parade themselves through my head. Three rings under the Big Top filled with lions, tigers, dancing bears, trapeze artists flying high overhead, and an impossible number of clowns climbing out of a miniature car.

Little did I know how different this circus would be from those of Flamingo Street past. Read More»

A jarhead's journey

David Epps's picture

A few weeks ago, I retrieved the mail and discovered, among the bills and junk mail, a package. When I opened the package, I found that it contained a book. That’s not unusual as both my wife and I are voracious readers. However, I did not order this book which bore the title, “A Jarhead’s Journey.” The Urban Dictionary defines “jarhead” as, “A member of the United States Marine Corps. When used by civilians it could be considered derogatory, but it is used often among Marines. Read More»

We can handle the truth

Cal Thomas's picture

The Ebola virus is not a threat, but ISIS is. That’s what some of our leaders tell us. Should we believe them? Do they have a track record for truth-telling that would lend them credibility?

ISIS hasn’t (yet) invaded America, but Ebola has. We are bombing ISIS in Syria, but treating Ebola here as an interloper that can be controlled. There is nothing to worry about. No need to panic. Pay no attention to the disease behind the curtain. Experts are in charge and we must always trust our experts. Do you? I sure don’t. Read More»

Ebola and Obama

Thomas Sowell's picture

The Ebola outbreak in West Africa is both a danger in itself and a wake-up call for Americans — about President Obama, about the institutions of this country and, most important, about ourselves.

There was a time when an outbreak of a deadly disease overseas would bring virtually unanimous agreement that our top priority should be to keep it overseas. Yet Barack Obama has refused to bar entry to the United States by people from countries where the Ebola epidemic rages, as Britain has done. Read More»

World’s view of being cool

Ronda Rich's picture

My parents, according to the world’s definition of “cool,” were not. Neither drank nor did either ever possess a credit card. Groceries and clothing were paid for in cash, utilities paid by check, and the only monthly payments they ever allowed themselves were a mortgage for a house, a short-term loan for another farm, and a couple of cars bought, over time, and paid for quickly. Read More»

The grandfather clock

Sallie Satterthwaite's picture

The clock

It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped short — never to go again —
When the old man died.

He was at mid-life when his grandfather’s clock — always a shadowy figure in the corner of his memory — became at last his own. Built in Zeeland, Michigan, it had been purchased in the early ‘20s and graced his grandparents’ Main Line home throughout his mother’s childhood. Read More»

Domestic warriors

David Epps's picture

Ever since the first Gulf War way back in 1991, the churches I have served have set aside a special day to honor our military veterans. Most of the time we set a time for a special observance on the 4th of July. A couple of times, the veterans were recognized on Memorial Day.

Last year, we finally settled on the most appropriate day to honor these brave men and women — Veteran’s Day. Yet, there’s another group of heroic men and women who put their lives at risk day after day that we have not recognized every year. Read More»

Book covers

Rick Ryckeley's picture

My three brothers, The Sister, and me spent seven magical years growing up at 110 Flamingo Street. During that time, both Mom and Dad dispensed a lot of advice, hoping some of it would eventually sink into our hard heads. And trust me, I got one of the hardest, otherwise I wouldn’t have survived those seven magical years of adventures (and misadventures).

Some of my parents’ advice was indeed followed. Some was simply ignored (I still wear the scars from those decisions) and some is still trying to sink in. So what was the most sage advice given by my parents you may ask? Read More»

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