The Pleasure And Pain Of Recall
Without any doubt or debate, two of the greatest memories that are etched in stone in my mind are memories of my late sister, Cynthia Joan Goings.
Without any doubt or debate, two of the greatest memories that are etched in stone in my mind are memories of my late sister, Cynthia Joan Goings.
Just looking at me or any of my siblings, you would not be able to detect any of our American Indian features, except you knew what to look for, as one lady did who was half Native American and half-White.
It would be a miscarriage of justice and a downright act of historical negligence to let this month of Black History pass without paying tribute to perhaps one of our greatest Civil Rights activists.
There are many people in our locale who are doing some amazing things in order to serve and make life better for others.
Last week, we considered in a general way, some of the regrets and rejoicings that many of us had concerning 2016. Having already entered into the year of 2017.
With the beginning of a new year, there will almost always be the beginning of new things, as well as the ending of many old things.
The ride from Williams-Brice Stadium in Columbia was indeed a very disappointing one for all true Wildcat fans, including myself.
With Christmas being just a few days away, I thought it would be very interesting and perhaps a little amusing to enter into my time mobile and embark upon a journey down memory lane that will take me and my readers back to Christmas past.
One of the things that we all perhaps have in common is that we will experience or have experienced a season of sadness and grief due to the loss of a loved one or close friend.
As an observer and student of human behavior, I am constantly noting the way people are now compared to how they were in their conduct and character when I was a child.