Bitters: A history in life and literature
Among the dusty bottles and vase stand three alcoholic potions.
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: ‘The spirit of the way Christmas used to be’
My daughter, Blaire, and I had to go to Sumter Street Grocery Store in Florence Dec. 17.
Remembering smokehouses: ‘The sweetest smoke’
I wrote about old hand-dug wells not long ago. Many old wells had a companion nearby, smokehouses.
A Christmas tragedy became a Christmas blessing
I’ve been thinking about bygone Christmases, historic and personal. We all have memories of holidays past – some good, some not so happy.
Those old hand-dug wells are still out there
Driving a country road, I passed an old well house. It didn’t look like a wishing well.
Silent night, peaceful night…even in wartime
It was Christmas Eve near the Yser River in Belgium, and the ground was covered in ice and snow.