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.
If you are lucky enough to be the individual carving the turkey, then you should make sure you are prepared for the task.
Griffith, who has written four books, spent 30 years teaching in Caldwell County Schools but is now retired. This year, two of Griffith’s books earned her three awards from the North Carolina Society of Historians.
The cashier counting out my change seemed to be moving in slow motion as I waited to grab my groceries and move on to the next errand. She stopped mid-transaction and politely answered a question for another customer. Come on, come on, I silently urged her. Without forethought a single word came into my consciousness: “Breathe.”
Put on your long-handles and warm up the dog sled, y’all, because it’s going to be a hard winter. At least that’s what those who say the old saying are saying. It could probably be considered misdemeanor heresy, but personally I put very little stock in old wives’ tales when it comes to forecasting the weather.
On Thanksgiving night, the tower on top of Hibriten Mountain will alight in the shape of a star, signaling the start of the holiday season to anyone within view, the same as it has for more than half a century.
But what can’t be seen from miles away is the rusting, 85-foot tower that star is perched on, a maze of frayed wires and outdated bulbs.
Handmade mugs, beauty products, jewelry, pottery, wine and more lined the lobby of the J.E. Broyhill Civic Center on Thursday for the Caldwell Chamber of Commerce’s "Shop Local – A Christmas Sampler."
We have barely dipped our toes into the holiday season and already I’m hearing folks complain about all the stress the holidays bring with them. Stress? The holidays don’t bring stress. Stress is something you put on yourself. It could be that if you find the joys of Thanksgiving and Christmas to be stressful, you’re doing them wrong. And if that is the case you probably need to re-evaluate your attitude toward this most wonderful time of the year.
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.