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I believe Dot would be proud

The world lost a wonderful writer, and Pickens County lost an ardent advocate for preserving and celebrating what’s special about our corner of Appalachia, when Dot Jackson died two and a half years ago.

More than that, many of us lost a dear friend.

But Dot left behind an institution that she hoped would carry on her spirit of creative homespun expression — the Birchwood Center for Art and Folklife.

So I was saddened when I heard that the nonprofit organization she had founded had shut down recently.

And I wondered what would become of the nearly 200-year-old house near Pumpkintown that her group had bought and had been working to restore.

I was relieved to learn, though, that Dot’s legacy will live on and the work of the Birchwood Center will continue, through the good graces of another nonprofit that shares the same vision, the Holly Springs Center.

Abby Baker, executive director of the Holly Springs Center, said

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Crazy, hazy recuperation days

I recently had surgery and am now recuperating at home. I’m glad it’s over and very glad I don’t have to do it again anytime soon.

From what I’ve heard, everything went well in the hospital. I must ask others who were present for details, as there are three complete days missing from my memory.

That’s due to a reaction to pain medication that didn’t agree with me.

Although few details are clear, due to the hallucinations, I have been told of some the things I did and said while in the land of lunacy.

According to sources close to the matter, I called my cousin

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My best buddy

Joe was my best buddy in my preteen and teen years. We put a lot of miles on each other, or something like that. Joe was the only boy in a family of four girls. He lived about a mile from our house on Meece Mill road.

I remember walking home from Twelve Mile Elementary School with Joe on many occasions. One April afternoon, we were strolling along headed home from school and — for no reason apparent to me, at least — Joe hauled off and threw all his books in the Twelve Mile River. I asked why he did that, and his reply was that he was tired of studying them, and besides, they were heavy. When I told him that he would have to pay for them, he jumped into the river and retrieved the now-waterlogged books.

The next day, the books were dry and about three times as thick as the day before. When asked what happened, he shrugged and said something about the oven being too hot.

When we were 16 or 17, Joe and I once joined a proposed lake

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Courier Letter to the Editor

Prayin’ in Pickens

Dear Editor,

Nothing gives a parent more pleasure than to see their adult children gathered around the dinner table, enjoying the food and each other. Although our children are individuals, and some relationships may be a challenge, we, as parents, love our children and we want them to love one another. Why? Because we are family.

The same is true for God. Nothing gives Him more pleasure than to see His children (the body of Christ) gathered together, enjoying His Word (the food of life) and each other. And while we are individuals and some relationships may be challenging, God loves us and wants us to love one another. Why? Because

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Building a ladder to your dreams

There are certain spiritual laws similar to the natural law of gravity that may be difficult to understand, yet they are true and important keys to victorious living. The power of words falls under this category and are an excellent addition of knowledge and wisdom to our spiritual life.

We can learn that words are much more than simple communication, and when spoken in accordance with God’s desires they actually carry the power to motivate, inspire and

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New development, don’t spoil the view

It used to be that one of the best views of the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains from Easley was behind City Hall at the “convenience center” — the place where you could drop off your trash if you forgot to put it out by the road in time.

That grand view is still there, although, unfortunately for people like me, they closed down the convenience center a few years ago.

Now, it’s just a muddy field covered in weeds.

But that’s going to change. City officials are now reviewing proposals from two developers to transform that field — and the rest of the 12.5 acres the city is vacating downtown with the relocation of the streets and sanitation department — into new stores, restaurants and places to live.

As the deadline for proposals passed April 5, CC&T, a Charleston-based real estate company, and Realti Trust of Greenville had put in proposals that, according to city planner

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Childhood memories

From my research, I believe my parents, having nothing better to do at the time, decided to round out their farm baseball team with child number nine. I was the fifth boy along with four sisters who made up the O’Shields roster. However, little did we know that a pinch hitter in the form of another sister would show up in the next two years.

My early childhood years are filled with lots of memories, some of which I would like to share with you.

I had a memory of a lifetime after I failed to heed my Momma’s orders to get away from the window. I witnessed a tornado heading directly toward our house. I was perhaps six or seven years old at the time. It was a huge mass of dark, swirling debris accompanied by a vicious roar that looked as if it were sent by the Devil himself. I saw it pick up the front end of the meter reader’s truck just as two men ran from the electric meter and

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Courier Letters to the Editor 4-17-19

Thank a lineworker

Dear Editor,

The storms that hit our area Sunday did extensive damage across the Southeast region of the United States, resulting in death and destruction. One of the first things people think about during times like this is loss of electricity, which affects far more than comfort and convenience. Loss of power can have a tremendous adverse impact on life and safety for many people.

During these times, we also should remember the tens of thousands of dedicated lineworkers across the country who work tirelessly to maintain and restore electrical power to communities nationwide, often putting themselves in harm’s way.

April 18 is designated as National Lineman Appreciation Day, a day during which we remember and honor the dedicated, hardworking lineworkers who dedicate their lives to maintaining and restoring power in our communities. Storms, long hours and working in sky-high locations to install and

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A flu shot could save your life

Some of us just don’t want to get a flu shot every year. It’s too much trouble to get an appointment, or we just don’t like needles — or maybe we figure that we’ll just tough it out for a week if we do get the flu. After all, it’s not going to kill us, right?

A researcher at the Department of Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Minneapolis has come up with a strong reason to get an annual flu shot: You could have a heart attack if you don’t.

After studying 450,000 medical records of four flu seasons, the

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Work, work and more work

And then there was work. Lots and lots of work to keep me out of trouble, and did for the most part.

Looking back, I find that work should be required of all kids. It teaches you how to sweat, how to do tasks you thought were impossible. Most importantly, work inspires you with a sense of accomplishment.

Daddy was a hard worker, and expected me to be the same.

The first job that I recall doing was to carry water to Daddy as he plowed with a mule. I must have been four or five years old. I remember it to be a long walk carrying that mason jar through the woods and across the branch.

I usually found Daddy, however, and he would stop and sit on

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