The search goes on
Editor’s note: This is a reprint of a Bill Shepard column that ran a year ago. By Bill Shepard The search for truth goes on! The hounds of Washington are hot on the trail! Some of us are beginning to ask, how long, how long, how long? Just about the time I get the feeling that the hunt is winding down, the hounds strike another trail and the hunt goes on. Just like my brother always said, once a good hound strikes a trail, it is hard...
Doodling in the dust
By Tom Poland Homes perch on rock piers in a forgotten land called Abandonment, but as that old Elton John song goes, they’re still standing. Now modern homes with closed-in crawl spaces look more together, but they deny kids fun. You see, yesteryear’s dusty crawl spaces served as a playground. I’d get on my knees and crawl around looking for doodlebugs, saying, “Doodlebug, doodlebug, your house is on fire,” while twisting a grass...
Op-ed: Remembering a journalist
He didn’t like to fly, but he traveled the world, missing the South always.
Op-ed: Grandma’s quilts
By Bill Shepard With night temperatures dipping into the mid-20s, and daytime temperatures not much better, my mind took a dip also. It carried me back to a time and a place where a party was taking place … a quilting party! Long before I had heard of central heating systems in homes and electric blankets covering beds, Grandma’s quilts made a big difference on cold winter nights. Growing up in Darlington during the ’20s and ’30s was...
Window to the past
The old window looks out on Highway 25. The view at best is limited.
Living on the West End: Come, reminisce with me
Did you know that the city of Darlington once had a landfill where stuff that no one wanted was carried and thrown away?