Harry Butters was just 22 when he went off to serve in the British Army in Europe’s Great War, which began in 1914. Alan Seeger, an American poet, was writing in Paris at the time Harry Butters went off to war.
It’s a festival made for sitting still, other than tapping toes.
Many other summer festivals offer distractions galore, from food booths to children’s games and booth after booth of unrelated crafts for sale, whatever the festival’s featured event may be.
But at the Historic Happy Valley Old-time Fiddlers’ Convention, it’s all about the music.
Azalea Miron, 8, stretched and curved her body into positions that looked like she was made out of rubber. With her natural talent for bending her spine into impossible shapes and her dedication to succeed, Azalea quickly moved from beginner gymnastics classes to Level 2 classes at Shooting Stars of Hickory.
This weekend, campsites will dot the Yadkin River with firelight, and old-time and bluegrass music will echo across Happy Valley.
The 10th annual Historic Happy Valley Old-Time Fiddlers’ Convention starts Friday evening and runs through Sunday, expected to bring thousands to the field of the convention site to celebrate the heritage and culture of old-time and bluegrass music.
From time to time you’ll read or hear of fun “facts” that speculates as to the number of miles a person will walk in a lifetime or how maybe how many gallons of water a person night drink in his life. Of course, these are just calculated guesses, but they’re still fun to ponder. But what I’m waiting to hear is an estimate of just how many buttons the average American will push in a lifetime.
I love my native language, English in substandard Southern dialect. Those of us classified as substandard put the short “i” sound in hen and pen. We also tend to drop “-ing” endings as in “fishin’and huntin’.”
I have talked to a number of colleagues recently, and they are ready to get back to work. The notion that teachers have their summers off is not really correct. A good teacher is always teaching in some fashion. It does not matter the time of year.
Recently I harped on the fact that I need a car to replace the old Dodge minivan that is still hobbling along like your Aunt Elsie after her hip-replacement surgery. The other night my wife and I were spending a few minutes in conversation just before our arbitrary 9 p.m. bedtime. The subject of acquiring more reliable transportation came up.
The inevitable is upon us: Summer season giving way to autumn. Here in the foothills, around this time of year, summer takes on a tired look like someone at the end of a long work shift. Vines turn brown and dry; gardens are mostly spent. I always watch for that certain leaf green, a dusty tint that the hardwood trees turn in late August, a subtle palette change signaling the season’s approaching end.
In 1969, more than 400,000 people gathered on a 600-acre dairy farm in New York state to attend a three-day concert billed as The Woodstock Music and Art Fair and a time of "peace through music."
On Aug. 13, 1940, it was raining in Caldwell County, and had been for about a week.
About 5 p.m., the Johns and Yadkin rivers jumped their banks -- by a wide margin -- and widespread flooding nearly washed away entire communities, sending houses floating downriver and washing out 90 percent of the county’s bridges.
North Carolina’s mandatory seat belt law is almost 30 years old, so you must have a few years behind you to remember a common sight that disappeared under threat of DMV fines: an earlier generation’s public display of affection. Before the seat belt law, some romantic couples made their relationships obvious in traffic by the position of the woman hip-to-hip next to her man. Drivers behind the couple’s car would see two people on the driver’s side, an indication that the occupants were “courting.”
The company that provides my satellite television service gave its customers a free weekend of what they call their “premium services” recently. That’s good because like my mom always says, “If it’s free, it’s for me.” I had the idea that since the free channels were described as “premium” there might be some really good movies on that the family could watch without the aggravation of those annoying commercials.
Throngs of senior citizens attended the Senior Citizens Appreciation Banquet on Tuesday evening at the Martin Luther King Jr. Center in Lenoir.
In our tobacco farming community, smoking was a normal part of adult life. On Sundays, as soon as the preacher said the benediction, the men of the church would all congregate under the mimosa tree in the churchyard to smoke and talk about their tobacco crops. At the gas station, my daddy would buy me candy cigarettes, little white sticks with red food-coloring tips.
Cloudy skies couldn’t dampen the spirit of Harambee Saturday, as the 42nd annual festival kicked off with Family Fun Day at the Martin Luther King Jr. Center in Lenoir.
Fourth of July fireworks have been lit and tomatoes are plentiful, but summer is not over. If you are seeking to make some special summer memories there is still plenty of time. Some recent 4-H programs have reminded me of all the special memories that can be made in the summer.
I am usually trying to find creative ways to use all the tomatoes we’ve grown, but this year, I am focusing on another deep-red vegetable, BEETS.
To the surprise of the United States government, two seemingly American allies were fighting one another by August 1990. Iraq quickly took over Kuwait, to the dismay and anger of many of the world’s leaders. President George H.W. Bush summed up the feelings of many with his famous sound bite, “This will not stand.”
The City of Lenoir and the Martin Luther King Jr. Center will present the 2014 Miss Harambee Pageant Sunday at 4 p.m. at the Lenoir High School Auditorium.