It wasn’t difficult to tell which company had taken up residence at the J. E. Broyhill Civic Center on Tuesday. The place was filled with bright blue, green, yellow and red accents, statues of little green “Androids,” free food and massages, and the latest in technology products.
The world is unnervingly quiet when there is no electricity. Even if you have all the lights and electronic devices off, there is still the hum of the refrigerator or whine of the air conditioning.
My wife and son have birthdays, and I am always thinking about the Thanksgiving holiday on the horizon and the presidents who declared days of thanksgiving. Washington, Lincoln, and Franklin Roosevelt all tinkered with the holiday during their time in office.
Dr. Torre Hinnant is a family physician, but once she has left the doctor’s office, she doesn’t head home to unwind, she heads to her yoga studio in downtown Lenoir, In Light Yoga and Wellness.
In Light opened early this month on Main Street in the former home of Carolina Mist Winery. Hinnant has transformed the space from a cluttered retail shop to a wide open room with high ceilings and plenty of room to stretch out on a yoga mat.
Dressed in colorful, ornate robes and wearing decorative metal figures on his forehead and chest, Josh Trindade clearly was not from Lenoir as he addressed the city council Tuesday night.
Trindade and countryman Marco Lapaz crossed half the globe to be here.
The closer the calendar creeps to Oct. 31, the more tombstones start popping up in front yards, spider webs cloak boxwood bushes, and the more the streets of Lenoir will convert to the creepy, festive and scary.
Next weekend, the last before Halloween, Howl-O-Palooza will help complete that transformation, celebrating the dark and spooky with art, and especially film.
William Faulkner, the great Southern writer, once said, “History is not WAS, but IS.”
Not a day goes by in which I am not reminded of the power of the past and the ability of history to constantly transform our daily lives. There is so much we can learn between the "was" and the "is." And, if we are wise, we pay attention to those markers and try to glean what we can from them.
As I sat at the office daydreaming about a coming shipment of fresh, raw Liberian monkey meat – it’s Africa’s sushi, you know – a friend posted a link on Facebook to a list from Britain’s Daily Mirror newspaper of the top 10 tips for avoiding catching the Ebola virus.
All my life I’ve been accused of talking too much. The accusers are absolutely wrong, and I plead innocent to the charges and deny them out of hand. I do not talk excessively; I talk just the right amount, which is to say that in general, I say as much as I want. I say what I want to say, when I want to say it, and to whom I want to say it.
A student at school quipped, “What’s the deal with all the pink ribbons lately?” That person’s life had not been touched by the disease. She wasn’t aware of the annual October Breast Cancer Awareness Month or Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. The student wasn’t being disrespectful; she honestly didn’t know what the pink ribbon represented.
Heavy rains Friday night and more rain Saturday morning may have reduced attendance at the fourth annual Wilson Creek Festival of Colors, but they couldn’t dampen the spirits of those who made it.
The rain also did nothing to dim the pungent shades of yellows, reds and greens that lined the creek and dotted the hills around the Wilson Creek Visitors Center.
For more than three decades, fall at Sims Country Bar-B-Que has meant cane-cutting, mashing, juicing, boiling and jarring.
The thick smell that wafts over the hills as the large vats bubble and heave is enough to make your stomach rumble and your mouth water, and for the Sims family, it’s a tradition that draws nearly 2,000 visitors to their farm each year.
In a new book, “Laid to Rest,” a funeral home director in Lenoir strikes up a relationship with a pastor, to help him cope with the death of a young girl.
Though the story is fiction, certain recognizable houses, streets and businesses play their parts. All stood out in the memory of the author, Koko Nervelli.
I want to quanlify this article at the beginning by stating I will not have a lot of facts and figures to back up my argument. I do not believe they are needed here. Let’s just be honest and real.
A few people will gather Saturday in the back of Highland Coffee House in downtown Lenoir to start a group to advocate, discuss and contemplate all things technological.
It’s the beginnings of the Carolina Technocrat Party, a group formed to sift out the technologically minded people in the area to meet, converse, network, share ideas and more.
My grandmother Hawkins was born 137 years ago today. The name she was given at birth was Ida Adelaide Pipes, and she was the fourth child and third daughter of William (called Bill) and Nancy (Robbins) Pipes. She was born in Buffalo Cove. Another son and another daughter would be born after Grandmother, but all except Grandmother and one of her sisters would die young without leaving offspring. Her own mother would die giving birth to the last sister, who did not survive.
This Saturday, downtown Lenoir will play host to a variety of stars from such movies as “Smokey and the Bandit” and Disney’s “Cars.”
Well, replicas of those stars at least.
Music has a special place in Lenoir’s history, from folks listening to music at Tucker’s Barn before Lenoir was even a town to the nationally recognized prestige of the Lenoir High School band.
For the fourth year, Loving Lenoir will spend a weekend celebrating that heritage.
The grounds and house of Fort Defiance, the 1792 home of Gen. William Lenoir, will be open to the public for the annual Living History Days this Saturday and Sunday from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m.
While most cafeteria food stories are about the “yuck” factor, there were a few items that I especially enjoyed — those long, rectangle pizza pieces, the orange French dressing for salad, which incidentally was served only on pizza day, the hot yeast rolls and, when I got to high school, cinnamon rolls. One of my all-time favorites, though, was prune cake.
Fall is here. The days are getting shorter, and the nights cooler. Traditional fall crops, like winter squash, are ripening in gardens all over the county.
Ninety years ago, a few pilots from the United States Army Air Service accomplished the unthinkable, but not the impossible. On Sept. 28, 1924, three of the four pilots and their accompanying navigators completed an aerial circumnavigation of the globe.
Thanks to a cool and sunny July and August in the Western North Carolina mountains this year, experts are optimistic about a vibrant fall leaf color season.