One of the most popular things that the Caldwell Heritage Museum has done is a program called “Coffee with the Curator.”
I ran into an old buddy from my boyhood days on Setzers’ Creek just last week. He gave me an earful of honesty.
“I read where you said you didn’t like summer,” he told me, “but I remember we had some pretty good times during the summer when we were just kids. Have you forgotten?”
North Carolina lost a state treasure last Friday when historian William S. Powell died at 95 years of age. This beloved Tar Heel, born and raised in the Piedmont, devoted his life to telling the story of the Old North State.
Americans are angry people these days.
After speaking with such negativity about spring and summer a while back, I thought I could ease my guilt over that column by listing all the positive things that come with the advent of summer. It was a short list.
James Best, an actor best known for a role on TV’s “The Dukes of Hazzard” and who had a part-time home in the Bethlehem area of Alexander County in recent years, died Monday night.
Many of Caldwell County's current churches had their beginnings in what are known as “Free Meeting Houses.” A free meeting house was a building, many not more than four walls, a roof, and maybe a floor. Itinerate ministers of whatever denomination visiting the community would preach at these places. Sometimes there might be an organized congregation, but it was not necessarily true.
At the annual Reality Store event, every middle and K-8 school in the county explored the “adult world” and how to effectively budget a month’s worth of expenses. Each student was assigned a career and an income based on his or her preferences and had to visit booths to pay for things such as housing, groceries and student loans, along the way calculating how much money they could spend.
Trying for the first time to make ends meet, some students had a heap of trouble real quick.
So here it is, Easter again. This has to be the most confusing holiday of all for kids because Easter has two very different meanings. To the religious folks it marks the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ. To the not-so-religious, Easter means rabbits, new clothes, and brightly colored eggs.
As I reflect on Good Friday and what it means, I am reminded of several American Good Fridays and their historical importance. Beyond the examples, I recognize there are greater truths at hand, as well as, significant meaning.
Flipping the pages through Willie Houck’s photo album, Houck, 96, can tell a story about every photo. In fact opening the photo album helps his memory get going. And on one recent day in the living room of his house on Hartland Road as he flipped the pages, the story of how Pearl Harbor transformed him from a member of a Morganton-based National Guard unit to an engineer building bridges in the battlefield in pursuit of retreating German units began to unfold.
Driving down Interstate 85 last week, I noticed a billboard advertisement for cosmetic dentistry. The text read, “You deserve a beautiful smile.” I wondered about that message for several miles, particularly the “deserve” part. Are there people who don’t deserve a beautiful smile?
My dead mother is more successful on the Internet than I am. It happened Thursday.
It’s a shame that our town no longer has a movie theater. Watching a movie is a great way to relieve stress and goodness knows there’s a lot of that going around.
If you’ve ever cleaned out a home upon the death of the occupant, your view of material things might have changed.
While grabbing a bite to eat last week I overheard two young men talking in the booth just behind me. “Come over tonight,” man one says, “the old lady is working so we can party.”
Lee Carol Giduz, who has been executive director of the Caldwell Arts Council for 21 years, is leaving to become the executive director of the Blowing Rock Art & History Museum.
The Polar Plunge, which takes place each February at the boat ramp of Lakeside Park in Granite Falls, drew 17 people willing to jump into the lake Saturday, co-coordinator Michelle Bumgarner said. There are usually a few more than that, and she thought there would have been a few more if it hadn’t snowed Saturday morning.
Pruning is one of the most challenging and fun tasks of gardening.
Every year at this time Mother Nature pulls the same joke on us. It’s a brilliant stroke on her part that Valentine’s Day coincides with the flu season. When you think about it, which I did, love and the flu have a lot in common.
Emily Aiken, a dance student from Hudson, has scheduled three performances as part of her work toward her master of fine arts degree at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro.
As I was thinking of Valentine’s Day and the hearts and flowers surrounding this commercialized version of love in the modern day, I could not help but reflect on my own love story.
Signs of spring are all around us. The daffodils are getting ready to bloom. The buds on trees are swelling. For gardeners, that means one thing — it’s time to plant the spring garden.
It would not surprise me in the least to hear of someone going into a store and raising all kinds of sand because the sleep remedy they bought there caused them to drop off before they could even finish watching an episode of “The Walking Dead.” Remember, this is America 2015, where ignorance shouldn’t be underestimated.
After our grandson was injured in a burn accident, my son-in-law’s sister set up a website of support for my daughter and her husband with their medical bills and with moral support in general. Hundreds of people from all over the country signed on with messages of concern and empathy. We appreciated the generosity and overwhelming expressions of love found on that website, but then the trolls arrived, making horrible comments suggesting that the accident was “suspicious” and questioned whether people so irresponsible should even have children.