By Meg Hibbert
A fellow writer and member of The Writers Bridge recently posted a listing for a round oak pedestal dining room table she wanted to get a new home in time for Thanksgiving. I would have jumped at the opportunity except that owner Joann Melton lives in the St. Louis, Mo., area.
It’s not that we...
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By Meg Hibbert
SALEM – Paula Deen had Salem and Roanoke Valley fans eating out of her hands Saturday night.
Well, not literally, but the 2,400 people in the Salem Civic Center couldn’t get enough of her at “Paula Deen Live” at the Salem Civic Center.
The Georgian had the crowd hooked from her first “Hey, y’all” and she...
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By Meg Hibbert
I got a call from Paula Deen the other day. Honest. And she didn’t start off the conversation with “Hey, y’all.”
She did at her “Paula Deen Live” show at the Salem Civic Center Oct. 2, though. If she hadn’t, people would have been disappointed.
Paula is just a good ol’ gal from South Georgia. That’s...
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By Gwen Johnson
NEW CASTLE – On a bright summer-like day I pulled up to Watson “Waddy” Bowes place in downtown New Castle where two sculptors of some renown were laboriously tearing down his 100-year-old barn, one board at a time.
Thanks to a friend who had given me the lead on the story, I had done my...
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By Meg Hibbert
It started with a desire to eat real Southern food, to revisit my roots, to “go back home to Georgia.”
And so I did. Bill and I took a little 1,265-mile round trip to get our Georgia fix. It took a bit of convincing to get my husband enthused about the idea. But once he located...
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By Meg Hibbert
I love big hair. No “teasing.” I can’t help it. I was a child of the ’50s and ’60s, when big hair was the thing, teasing was something girls and women did to their hair by back-combing it with a teasing comb, and Aqua Net was king.
I come by the fascination with hair honestly....
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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 have...
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