Celebrating Thanksgiving Day has been an annual tradition in the United States since 1863. It's a day set aside to reflect on the blessings one has been given. Expressing thankfulness and gratitude represents the true spirit of Thanksgiving.
We were heading out of Richmond Hill the morning of Nov. 7 when it happened. I had carefully prepared everything I could think of to make the trip pleasant by collecting all the necessary maps, programming the GPS to plot our course and calling security. We were heading south and were already about 3 miles from home. We planned to return in two weeks.
Well, here we are more than halfway through the 17-week NFL season and my husband's quest to school me in the ways of the gridiron has not produced favorable results. I like to think of myself as an opportunist, though, so I'll take the scraps of knowledge I have retained thanks to my football fanatic spouse's three-hour tutorials and put them to good use. Hey, I may not know the difference between a running back and a quarterback, but I have learned enough to avoid embarrassing myself - or so I'd like to think.
If you ignore the 20-hour drive in a vehicle that I'm not quite sure can make the trip, complete with my notoriously carsick dog, I'm very thankful to be going home for Thanksgiving.
Fears of a "double-dip" recession are in the air. Obviously, this isn't particularly good news; we'd all like to feel that the economy is growing robustly. At the same time, however, you'll want to avoid making hasty, ill-advised investment decisions based on the mere threat of a slide into another recession. Instead, you'll want to keep your long-term investment plan intact – in all economic environments.
Nothing says fall in the South like old-fashioned syrup making. Although easy in theory, making syrup requires a lot of hard work, precision and skill. It has to be more than a hobby. Because it's done only once a year, it can take a syrup maker many years to perfect the science.
One of the big differences living here after moving across the pond from England is the American holidays.
In an e-mail to me, his parents call him "The Laziest Kid in America." The child in question, a third grader, hides his clothes rather than put them away properly (in truth, hiding them probably takes more effort), would sometimes rather poop in his britches than stop what he's doing and go to the bathroom, forgets to bring work to or from school almost daily, and is nasty to his parents when they don't give him his way. He's bright but his grades suffer because he doesn't do his work.
Tomorrow is the Great American Smokeout. The day was introduced and became a yearly event once the American Cancer Society became aware of the correlation between tobacco and cancer.
This time last year, my husband was not yet a veteran of war. We were newbies to this lifestyle, less than a year in, and dreading the start of this one-year deployment.
One of my all time favorite stories is the "Four Chaplains" saga of World War II.
The Georgia agricultural community has been expecting this for some time and it finally and sadly has happened. A person was killed in Albany, Dougherty County, by an attack of Africanized honey bees.
High school football is a popular spectator sport. It allows people to sit in the stands close to the action. Oftentimes, those who watch high school football games attended the school themselves, and they feel a certain degree of ownership of the team. They remember the past and think back to the "good ol' days."
One of the defining beliefs of this technological age is that with enough ingenuity and perseverance, any problem can be solved. It's a misbelief, actually, because problems that are a function of the human condition do not always respond positively to human effort. This recently came to mind as I contemplated two questions submitted by readers.
When we stand in line at the post office, the check out line at a grocery store or any other line in public, we see a cross section of our society right here in Richmond Hill.