Nestled among the houses and hills in Cajah’s Mountain sits a picturesque red barn, but it’s not housing horses, farm equipment or produce, but a jukebox, tables and chairs, and racks of wine bottles.
The belly dancers and most everyone else stayed home during last year’s Granite Falls Merchants Association Festival, perhaps for fear of drowning in the streets.
But this year’s festival opened under warm, sunny skies, and hundreds of people soon filled downtown Granite Falls to shop, eat, drink, listen to the South Caldwell High School band or, among other things, watch The Lost Jewels of the Ghawazee, a group of belly dancers who appear at a number of festivals in the area.
Fall is in the air. With it comes the planting of the fall garden. One of the things I’m looking forward to most is raising onions.
It is hard for a lot of people to ask for help. In today’s "self-help" culture, sometimes asking for assistance can display some kind of perceived inherent weakness or give people the wrong impression.
The Miss Caldwell Fair Pageant, sponsored by the Caldwell County Agricultural Fair, takes place on Saturday at 1:30 p.m. at the Caldwell County Fairgrounds, with the theme "Believing In Yourself.”
Recently Forrest Tate, a reference librarian, led one of the Caldwell Heritage Museum’s monthly “Coffee with the Curator” programs relating the history of the Caldwell County Public Library. Part of his presentation included information about the Pioneer Library, but he was unsure when the Pioneer Library ceased to exist. Mike Gibbons found a newspaper item dated Nov. 20, 1923, titled “Library is Given to Davenport College” that answered the question.
Hard to believe but once again it’s time for my “What I Did This Summer” column. It’s a habit of mine that goes back to my schools days.
The saying “good things come in small packages” applies to this preserved treasure, a copy of our United States Constitution. How amazing that I held in my hands a document, a few small pages, powerful enough to hold our republic together since 1787. It is the oldest written constitution in use by any country in the world.
Many times in the more than 20 years I have written this column I have reprinted information that was first published by my predecessor, Nancy Alexander. Recently I found an article, written in 1977 by Rozzy Smith, that gave some insight into Alexander’s personal life, including a fact forgotten by me, that she had once been a mayoral candidate.
A thunderstorm starting fires and flooding bridges. A mental patient on the loose. Several characters pretending to be someone else.
The Foothills Performing Arts kicks off its 2013-14 season with the comedy “Losing Patients.” Director Marshall Goff said the play was chosen as a tribute to its writer, V. Cate, who died last December.
I read last week about workers at fast-food restaurants walking off the job in an effort to get a pay increase up to $15 per hour. As I understand it, the big walkout thing went over like a screen door on a submarine. Anyone with any notion at all as to how our economy works knows such a pay hike is implausible so actually what we had was a membership drive for the Service Workers Union.
Americans have no shortage of labels for our various problems, both mental and physical. The other day I ran across another one in a tech article about the potentially addictive nature of Facebook and a condition called FOMO — fear of missing out.
For the ninth time, hundreds of jobseekers are expected to pack the J.E. Broyhill Civic Center in Lenoir for the semiannual job fair Caldwell is Hiring.
Amazing artwork, beautiful weather and sculpture lovers came together Saturday at the J.E. Broyhill Walking Park in Lenoir for the 29th annual Sculpture Celebration, an exhibition of sculpture unrivaled in the South.
Gov. Pat McCrory came to Lenoir on Saturday to congratulate Bernhardt Furniture on its 125 years of manufacturing quality furniture in Lenoir.
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.