A powerful sun shone on Lenoir’s downtown square Tuesday morning, breaking the early chill and reflecting from white Navy hats and the brass fixtures atop flagpoles as dozens of people filed in for the city’s annual Veterans Day ceremony.
Just as the ceremony started at 11 a.m., corresponding to the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of World War I, Command Master Chief Petty Officer Wayne Mihelich paused to explain a scene set just to the side of the stage.
Today we can celebrate Veterans Day with the knowledge that the Veterans’ Access to Care through Choice, Accountability, and Transparency Act of 2014 (H.R. 3230) was signed by the president on Aug. 7, appropriating $16.3 billion to improve VA medical care with additional staff, resources, and a system of accountability. For some this bill came too late; they are beyond repair or simply gone from us this Veterans Day.
A bright sun began to break the chill Saturday morning in Sawmills as a large crowd silently watched American and POW-MIA flags being lowered, carefully folded and replaced with a new flag.
In downtown Lenoir Saturday afternoon, arts, crafts and paintings mixed with lagers, pale ales and porters in the bright sun, drawing a crowd to taste and see what regional artisans produce.
There are moments in American history that are breathtaking and thought-provoking. One took place on the morning of Nov. 11, 1921, as the casket carrying the country’s Unknown Soldier from World War I made its way by caisson across the bridge from the U.S. Capitol to Arlington Cemetery.
Everyone has a story.
It’s written by the lives they touch, the people they love and the legacies they leave behind.
That’s what was celebrated Thursday night at the Wig Bank of Caldwell County’s 12th Annual Legacy banquet at Mountain Grove Church, the stories of six individuals who lost their battles with cancer but left a story that strings together community, love and family.
The Hues and Brews Festival on Nov. 8 is an expansion on the Caldwell Arts Council’s annual fall studio tours, said Lee Carol Giduz, the arts council's executive director. “We’ve done a gallery tour of Caldwell County for probably five years where people travel from studio to studio throughout the county,” she said. The festival is an effort to add some “oomph” and get more people out to enjoy what Lenoir has to offer.
A few weeks ago I told you about our need to find a car so I could park the family’s old minivan. A change had to be made because the old girl rattled, rocked, rusted out, and in general sounded like what the old folks used to call “the running gears of bad luck.” I’m not sure what that means exactly, but at any rate, that’s what they used to say.
Pollsters say America today suffers extreme political polarization. I concur with that diagnosis, given the ill-will and loathing I’ve encountered with people from both the major parties. Nothing good will ever come out of hate and a lack of civility toward one another. Whether or not our culture has unraveled beyond repair of the breaches, I do not know, but I hope for reason to prevail. Information on an advice poster that I saw last week would go a long ways toward restoring civility.
In 2014, cancer will claim an estimated 585,720 lives, and 1,665,540 new cancer cases will be diagnosed, according to the American Cancer Society.
But what the numbers can’t show are the ripples – all the friends, family, nurses, doctors, civic organizations, schools, sports teams and towns that those lives touched.
A convict grimacing in pain, strapped into an electric chair, a bloody sheet covering a body, tombstones, gruesome clowns and witches are just the tip of the iceberg at a small cabin nestled deep within the winding roads and hills of Green Mountain RV Park outside Lenoir.
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.