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The Belgian lace

The Belgian lace

Rich: The Belgian lace

Merri Grace was one of my best college friends. Together, we went everywhere.She lived on campus, but I was too poor for such grandeur. I lived at home and drove to school. It was much like high school except we could skip class without our mothers being notified.Merri Grace was the boss.
Eatonton Messenger/File Photo

Eatonton Messenger/File Photo

Letter to the Editor: Hoping for change in county-citizen exchanges

Dear Editor,Recently, I attended a Town Hall commission meeting where residents were to be introduced and educated about a planned development project near Harmony Road. This is the first Town Hall meeting that I have seen the commission hold in the five years I’ve lived in Putnam County.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: The old hat

In my hands, I held the battered straw hat, holes torn in a couple of places. For a solid block of time, I studied it, having taken it down from the fireplace mantle.I choked up. It probably cost no more than a quarter, yet Oscar Cannon, no doubt, wore it for half a century or more.
IAN TOCHER/Staff

IAN TOCHER/Staff

Tocher: Canada is not a state

I’ve told many people before that I’m a true Son of the South; it just happens to be from Southern Ontario, about a hundred miles east of Toronto. I could see Lake Ontario from my bedroom window growing up as a proud Canadian while getting all my U.S. news and shows from TV stations in Rochester, N.
Georgia Benjamin-Smith/File Photo

Georgia Benjamin-Smith/File Photo

Benjamin-Smith: History and happiness are all around us

I have been wandering, wandering, wandering.The past few weeks have been exciting. Let me slow down and tell you about them. First, in February, we celebrated, celebrated, and celebrated because it was Black History Month. I celebrate each and every month.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: A friend named Walt

Perhaps I’ll never forget the lilting sound of his beautiful Southern accent.I hope not. Right now, it’s ringing in my ears, forcing tears into my eyes. Walt Ehmer was one of the best friends I ever had. He possessed a quick wit that couldn’t be outrun.