By Meg Hibbert
When I was little, I wanted to be Chinese. I tried taping up the corners of my eyes, and wondered how someone could bind their feet. Later I learned what a cruel and painful process foot binding was, and why wealthy husbands wanted wives who could not toddle far from them. My fascination with...
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By Meg Hibbert
SALEM – Gabby Peppers is fascinated with the past, particularly a history mystery she discovered while walking in a cemetery with her dad. Walking in cemeteries and reading grave markers is one of the favorite activities of the 11-year-old Salem resident and her father, Todd Peppers. A little more than a month ago they were...
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By Meg Hibbert
My husband is a North Georgia boy. He grew up next to Emory University in Atlanta and didn’t have the privilege of pecan trees in his yard. I did. My mother and daddy’s yard in South Georgia – Albany, to be exact (pronounced All-benny by those in the know) – had a couple of...
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By Meg Hibbert
When I was a little girl, I didn’t appreciate my mother’s china – or her crystal, or the drop-leaf mahogany table where I inevitably got stuck with a leg in front of me at dinner parties. But now, I wish I could tell her that those two or three times a year when we...
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