In 1914, The Priscilla Club began as a circle of ladies who came to together to play cards, knit and chitchat. Eventually, the club progressed into a fun get-together with lunches served and members trading favorite books.
Friday morning, the corner at North Main and Finley transformed into a corner bakery of sorts, with racks and boxes of bread neatly arranged on the sidewalk and the smell of a kitchen thick around the open door of Love Walk Ministries.
How many of you have asked the same question as you enjoyed or politely declined a slice of fruitcake?
What do we do now that the rush to get to all the events, the crazy shopping, wrapping and stocking stuffing is over? I have a suggestion for this year. Make a list of all of your friends and folks who have been waiting for a long overdue visit or invitations that you never got around to. A great solution would be baking up a batch of my easy cocktail cookies.
After a long career in local media, including nine years working for Caldwell County, Charley Little is retiring.
An extensive career in radio, newspapers and television has given him a rare perspective on Caldwell County, North Carolina and its people, he said.
Both First Baptist Church of Hudson and Mount Zion Baptist Church in nearby Sawmills celebrated Christmas Day with big lunches for all who wanted a place of fellowship and good food. Turkey, ham, yams, corn, gravy and many desserts SEmD the churches gave out more food than Santa Claus could fit in his sleigh.
There’s no Christmas tree in the corner, no presents waiting for the grandchildren, no stockings hung waiting to be filled – only a small but festive candle on the corner of the coffee table.
But Wednesday, Patricia B. Austin, 68, cooked Christmas dinner anyway, ready to celebrate the holiday with family.
She wants something different for Christmas this year – she wants to be fired.
“I’m hoping to just continue and push the museum out into the public and let folks in Caldwell know this is their museum and it’s here for them,” Colin Foust said.
The back room in West Lenoir Elementary School’s Media Center has been transformed into a jungle of books complete with monkeys, lions, elephants and giraffes. On Tuesday evening, the school celebrated the ribbon cutting of its new It’s Free to Read program.
There are a lot of good reasons to live in Caldwell County, and our close proximity to world-class Christmas tree farms is just another good reason. We can easily make a quick trip up the mountain to get a tree from one of the choose-and-cut farms.
In our family, I am the “elf on the shelf” — the one who has been watching, listening and reporting to Santa who likes what cooked how and who needs/wants what for Christmas. I am also the chief elf at the workshop and keeper of the social calendar.
Along Hartland Road, motorists are slowing down to catch a glimpse of a nativity scene that is back on display after more than 50 years in storage.
What I started out to do was to write a column about all the unusual Christmas gifts I’ve received over the years and encourage all of you to be more specific when someone asks you what you want for Christmas.
Every Monday and Wednesday, just after dark, the doors at Mount Pilgrim Baptist Church in Lenoir are opened, and kids start to file in. They find their seats around tables set in a horseshoe, waiting for the evening’s activities to start.
Chilly, wet weather couldn’t dampen the holiday spirit in Caldwell County this weekend as the area’s four parades heralded the holiday season up and down the county Friday and Saturday.
For most people, it’s hard to conceptualize a century – 100 years, 10 decades, 1,200 months, 36,524 days.
Today, one Caldwell County matriarch celebrates her 100th birthday, looking back on a century of caring and loving for her family and community.
Pearl Harbor, and events such as 9/11, remind us each generation has its own challenges.
Ruminate for just a little while. Think about the moments when you were the happiest. Think of the times when you felt the most joy. I’d be willing to wager the memories that you recalled had nothing to do with coupons, Black Friday sales, or big-screen televisions.
The house is of expert construction, three stories, complete with upper and lower porches on the front, ornate railings and hanging flower pots.
Just inside the front door hangs a photo of an older couple, seemingly in the middle of a laugh. Named “Emma’s Place,” the house is 3 feet tall and 4 feet wide — a dollhouse.
Last week walking along a mall corridor, I read a message on a woman’s T-shirt, a simple proclamation: BORED. While I pondered that word, another woman rounded the corner wearing a shirt declaring I WANT IT ALL. My kids have taught me to be open-minded and to consider other people’s points of view, so I tried to respect those tee-shirted ladies and honestly consider the messages they offered me.
There are some songs I hear played this time of year that never fail to mess up my holly, jolly Christmas mood and rip my twig of mistletoe right off the ceiling.
If I had been born into a military family or some other type of family bound to moving, I wouldn’t have the pain I feel right now. The blessing of continual relocation is that roots cannot grow very deep. Not so with those of us who lived in one small spot on the globe from birth to adulthood. Time allows our roots to go deep, holding us to home even after we leave.
Robert Johnson was born in 1911 in the spring. Both the month of his birth and his final resting place remain in dispute. He was a teenager before he found out who his dad really was. He never got used to living in any one place. This movement shaped the rest of his life.
The turkey is a symbol of Thanksgiving, the integral part of a classic meal that commemorates communities coming together to count their blessings.
This year, the Lenoir/Caldwell County Interdenominational Black Ministerial Alliance is starting what officials hope becomes a new Thanksgiving tradition bringing communities together.