At this year’s Burke Literacy Council fundraiser, An Author's Evening with Sharyn McCrumb, April 10, I sat in the fellowship hall of First United Methodist Church with a group of avid readers.
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Oak Hill schools have had their share of animals in or around school, some intentional and some unwanted.
Recently I received the ultimate expression of appreciation and loving friendship.
The summer of 1968 we'd recently moved to Upper Kalskag, a Kuskokwim River village of mixed Eskimo and Indians. We shared meals and outings with neighboring teachers only 2.5 miles down river, rare for bush villages.
May is one of my favorite months of the year.
I recently found two surprising letters sent to my paternal grandmother.
When good friends invited us to a Christmas party it sounded like a great idea.
Sports have been a part of my life as long as I can remember.
We were heading back to Morganton, N.C. after spending a month with our daughter and her family in Mississippi and had just crossed over the Alabama line.
Fifteen-year-old Clay Hennessee enjoys Wii, driving with his learner's permit and hanging out with Freedom High School classmates.
Less than a mile south of Interstate 40 off Exit 119 are the architectural remnants of the once-thriving cotton mill village of Henry River. Lining the valley are former homes, some ordinary duplex style and some slightly grander, a two-story brick company store, a dam and the ruins of a burned-out mill, all tied together by a picturesque winding road.
Recent snowbound days in my Lake James pine-slab cabin brought to mind long periods of cabin fever in "bush" Alaska and of a day I wished I'd just stayed home.
Duck, Duck, Goose. Red Rover, Mother, May I? Playground games we played on Oak Hill Elementary School's red dirt ball field a half a century ago were such fun during our "play" period.
Morganton's Edna Mae "Pete" Richards has loved Elvis Presley since her teenage years in the 1950s.
In 1994, at a library symposium, our assignment was to write a scenario of what we perceived the library of 2010 might be like, either negative or positive.
"Mom, come quick! Come see what I found!" Barbara shouted as she grabbed my hand and proceeded to drag me down the aisle in Kmart.
Bob Martin decided to light a candle instead of curse the darkness.
I have been privileged to attend three University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill graduations within the last six years. My daughter graduated in 2004; my son was in the class of 2007, and my niece invited me to her ceremony in 2009.
The members of the Morganton Writers Group, most of whom take turns contributing weekly to the Burke County Notebook, are a diverse cluster of women. We've had a few male members drift in and out over the years, but we will refrain from making further comment concerning the commitment level of men.
Last year, I came back from Maine with a back ailment.
Take advantage of all the free programs, materials and events offered by your library. Start with Summer Reading Program.
"Thomas, don't you go tramping a path to here a blind man could foller!"
David Fletcher was the associate pastor of our church and principal of our new Christian school.
A few weeks ago, I turned the channel on the TV and caught the end of the movie, "The Bridges of Madison County," starring Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep.
Well, it's official. I am now a paid private investigator—Agent 000.
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