• They're in a daze...because of lack of sleep...or it could be love

    As Christmas day approaches, I find myself thinking back to some of my favorite holiday memories. And after my third piece of fruitcake, I feel brave enough to share them with you.

    I remember the first Christmas our family had together after my mom and stepdad married. My dad (the step part had faded away by then) bought my mother a new camera, and carefully wrapped it, placed a bow on top and placed it under the Christmas tree.

  • It's not too late to send out some cards

    I didn't send out very many Christmas cards this year and it's not because of the high price of postage or Christmas cards. I didn't have that many addresses. When I sat down to address cards, I only had about 20 addresses.

  • A wish list for Santa

    I ran across this the other day, and I thought it was so appropriate...please...to enjoy.


    Wish List for Santa

    In a world of greed and fear, Santa is unique.

    Everyone likes Santa and thinks he’s pretty neat.

    So why don’t we ask Santa for the things we really need,

    Instead of more of the useless junk for which the children plead.

    Why don’t we ask Santa and the reindeer and the sleigh,

    To help us solve the problems which confront the world today?

  • It's good to see it's out with the old, in with the new

    I don't know when they bought them but I'm glad they did. After decades, the city of Quincy has invested in new holiday lights. They look fabulous, too. Gone are the crusty and matted, once-green garlands that saw better days 10 years ago. Gone are the garish lights that were haphazardly thrown over the magnificent oaks on the courthouse lawn.

    Granted, there was a mistake made when the holly trees were hacked last week but everyone involved is sorry. Jack McLean, city manager, immediately acknowledged the mistake and vowed to never let it happen again.

  • Allegedly Speaking

    I got some great news last week. My cousin’s son won his local Patriot’s Pen contest, sponsored by the Thomson, Ga. Veterans of Foreign Wars post and its Ladies Auxiliary. He placed third at the state level.

    At first glance, you might think, so what? A lot of kids enter essay contests and many of them win some nice prizes. Happens every day, right?

    But this is an extra-special case, considering Tyler Shelton is an extra-special boy.

  • Contemplations

    In my line of work I meet a lot of people. Some good, some bad but most are in between and it depends on the circumstances under which I met and interacted with them.

  • Allegedly Speaking

    If you read this column regularly, you know I’m a Facebook fanatic. I check it throughout the day, and enjoy keeping up with friends and family through its use tremendously.

    Last week, some of my FB friends posted that they were already putting up their Christmas decorations. I was horrified. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, and you’re moving on to Christmas? How dare you?

  • Allegedly Speaking...

    I trust that you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I did. I was able to travel to my parents’ house in North Georgia and spend the holiday with my family.

    I enjoyed the drive, once I got a little further north. The leaves were beautiful.

    I enjoyed the hug from my 4-year-old niece, Amanda, before I could even get out of the car when I arrived.

    I enjoyed coloring with Amanda. She told me it’s OK to color outside the lines. She also said, “Gigi, I’m a conceptual artist.”

  • Contemplations...

    There was a time, not so long ago, that I could remember everything trivial. Remember Trivia Pursuit, the game that was so popular back in the 80s? I was good at it. My friends and I would play into the early morning hours. Two weeks ago I was in Orlando and met up with one of my old college roommates and we started talking about the many hours we spent having fun.

  • Allegedly Speaking...

    We recently  had to “fall back”...and we all rejoiced at the thought of an extra hour of sleep. Or maybe that was just me.

    Daylight savings time...who the heck thought that one up? According to the history books, it was a dude with some tiny glasses and a bad haircut – Benjamin Franklin. He thought it up, but it wasn’t implemented until 1907. It was made law in the U.S. in 1918.