I was always fascinated by the idea that families would gather all of their worldly belongings into one wagon, brave the elements of the unforgiving west, and race to stake their claim to something they hadn’t even seen before. I remember trying to imagine what that must feel like. I would imagine the fear of not knowing what lay ahead and the anxiousness over this potentially dangerous, one way trip.
Then I found the “Grove” at Ole Miss and didn’t have to imagine anymore! (October 8, 2010, Page 1B)
Oxford Generations columnist Leah McCormick writes about living out your dream this week:
Years ago, I thought I had the job of my dreams, the one I’d worked so hard for — and then I stepped off the treadmill …
I’ll never forget my first day off. I just wanted to be in the moment with my children. I did laundry, got a wild hair and hung them on the clothes line. My daughter, Rivers, stood on an upside down 5-gallon bucket beside me and “helped.” The wind was blowing slightly, moving the sheets slowly in the wind. It was so “Little House on the Prairie.” Rivers beamed at me. I beamed right back. (October 1, 2010, Page 1B)
Jordan Bankhead takes on the beloved tradition of the Grove — Oxford’s long running tradition of tailgating in style – in this week’s Oxford Generations column. According to Bankhead, if you happen to be one of those deeply deprived individuals who has never experienced this tradition, you are missing out. You should make it a point to be there sometime this football season. (September 24, 2010, Page 1B)
Joanne Wilkinson, writing a Generations column, takes a look into an idea her husband came up with recently that she liked: instead of a fitness club, how about a Couch Potato Club? (September 17, 2010, Page 1B)
Every now and then we all face moments when we wish we were somewhere else.
These moments might look like a rough day at work, an awkward pause in a conversation or the moment you receive some very difficult news. We all face them and we all have to deal with them. And yet, in our mind’s eye, we often travel to far off distant places to escape or run away. These exotic mental locations might be different for every one of us, but the principle is still the same. (September 10, 2010, Page 1B)
As a long-time Oxford resident, 29 years and counting, I have become accustomed to celebrity sightings and the filming of movies in and around our community. This time, however, I am personally involved with an outstanding local film, “Where I Begin.” (August 27, 2010, Page 1B)
My dad and I have been orphaned this sweltering month of July. I find no other words to describe it better: My mom has been out of town.
She and my sister left for Taiwan at the beginning of the month. Shortly after they left, I was walking through the house when I was struck by a faint memory. (August 20, 2010, Page 1B)
Oxford EAGLE columnist Susan Boehm and husband are making up new rules as they travel into their golden years. Despite a diagnosis of dymentia for her husband, Susan and Byron have agreed to be open with others and continue to have a sense of humor about his condition. “Byron has dementia, but I can tell how very much he loves me and he is so proud that I love him as much as I do.” (August 10, 2010, Page 1B)
Childhood passes quickly, especially through the eyes of parent and Oxford EAGLE columnist Leah Miller. (August 6, 2010, Page 1B)
In this week’s Oxford Generations column, Marie Barnard, writes about the aggravation of joining a social networking. (July 30, 2010, Page 1B)