My Aunt Lillian Walker Maddox, Daddy’s sister, could just about out-work anyone I ever saw. Efficient, too. She could shell butter beans faster than a machine. And although she lived in Atlanta, she came back to Washington County and helped with the hog killings and the syrup makings. She could sew and cook. And...
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Larry is widely recognized by his peers for his exceptional achievements in the legal profession. Larry reflects on his years of law practice as a solo and small firm attorney in the following paper, which he wrote and first presented at a 2011 Urgent Legal Matters Seminar and which he again presented at a State...
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If you are a southerner, especially a native of this part of Georgia, and are between the ages of 40 and 80, chances are you saw the Goat Man, his iron-wheeled wagon loaded down with pots, pans, old car tags, hay for his goats, signs (Prepare To Meet Thy God, Jesus Wept, Pepsi, George Wallace...
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I was probably twelve years old or close to that age. This would have been 1954, or thereabouts – pre-television, air-conditioning (at least for us), etc. Perhaps I was entering puberty, and perhaps not given my size and physical maturity. If I was, I assure you I didn’t know what was going on. I had...
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Oddly, I begin my 2013 book report with talk about two 2014 reads. “Can’t be,” you say, “2014 isn’t here, yet.” Ah, but I know. It’s those two books that arrived in the mail, last week, from Dink and with clever inscriptions in the front, written on an angle, in a typical ‘Dink way’, titled...
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Bobby Jones was a simple man and one of my heroes. He was born on October 18, 1942, and died on November 26, 2013. But these two dates, while significant to family and close friends, are not what is important. What is are the 71 years between the two dates and how Bobby lived his...
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Let me tell you a few of the many things I’m thankful for, and it is just a few of many. I’m thankful for turkey sandwiches on white bread with real mayonnaise, a few Frito-Lay Classic Chips and some sweet ice tea. Perhaps a scoop or two of Blue Bell Ice Cream for ” a...
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Confession is supposedly good. So I will. I got my idea for this from the title to an article in Janice’s November 2013 edition of Southern Living in their online version called Why We’re Thankful To Be Southern. I haven’t read their version, but here’s mine. Ten reasons I’m glad to be Southern: We real...
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The Confederate Gold. With maturity, I have concluded that in all probability there was no Confederate gold. What little gold Jeff Davis and staff had left, by the time they started their southwest flight from Richmond and down through Georgia (where he was captured), had probably long since been converted to gun powder, bandages, coffee,...
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