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Columns

  • Post-office hell delivers on least heavenly day

    I don’t like to complain — well, maybe I do. Sometimes I can’t help myself.

    The recent day I made one of my rare, debutante appearances at a post office near my home just across the state line was one of those days.

    It was a Tuesday morning — drop-dead newspaper deadline day. I should’ve known better. But I really, really wanted to pick up the package for which I had received notification via a pastel slip the postman had left in my South Carolina mailbox the previous Saturday.

  • Field trip provides look at past, insight into future
  • A little froggy told me

    I heard the first frog of spring croaking just the other night, and it made me wonder if Brunswick County has its own version of the groundhog.

    I’m not from here so last year was the first time I experienced the chorus of burping that drowned out everything that I was used to hearing on a Brunswick County night.

    I can’t say I’ve adjusted to the sound yet or that I was anticipating it, but this one particular frog had decided it would announce winter was over.

  • G-Man prepares for his twilight years

    My dear spouse, Penny, recently suggested I write my obituary. It followed a detailed discussion about burial versus reducing our remains to ashes. Her 94-year-old father’s wishes are clear, so she thinks we ought to follow suit. Time is growing short, seeing how she is turning a trim 70 and I a geezerly 76.

    Nationally, the average life span is 78.6 years. In Brunswick County, residents 65 and older account for 24.3 percent of the population. My spouse and I are not alone in the need to lay some important groundwork regarding the quality of our futures.

  • Luck o’ the Irish

    By Michael O’Hare

     

    In the early ‘60s, we moved from inner city Pittsburgh to a rural suburb. I was 9 and dreaded when March rolled around because I knew my Dad was going to make me wear the funny green hat and bright green jacket to school to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.

  • Birthdays bring some unexpected gifts

    Today, March 13, is my birthday, my first one here in Brunswick County. My parents are coming to town and so is my kid brother, and spending time with my family is all I really want this year.

    If there was one thing I could change about my birthday, it would be Daylight Saving Time. DST means getting up an hour earlier — bad news for night owls like me. Before 2007, we sprang forward after my birthday for DST. Three years ago, however, my birthday fell on the Sunday DST took effect, meaning my birthday only lasted 23 hours.

  • Believe it or don’t believe it: A family tree comes to life

    By London L. Gore

    Guest Columnist

    It’s all about a family tree that came to life more than 90 years ago, Dec. 19, 1923. I was mom’s first-born, a very handsome little white-headed newborn boy. I could always tell Mom was real happy with me, but Dad was in a hurry for me to grow up so I could do most of the plowing of the fields, and everything else. When you grew large enough back then to hold a hoe, then you go, go, go!

  • Readers should be proud of Beacon’s award-winning news team

    Just a few days before the Oscars, a week ago, the North Carolina Press Association had its own awards ceremony in Chapel Hill for excellence in journalism in 2013. I’m proud to say our team brought home eight of those awards.

  • It is OK to have the cupcake first

    By Kathleen DeNike

    Guest Columnist

    There is a difference between a dying process and a sudden death event, and they both leave very different opportunities for healing. Individuals given a terminal diagnosis often have time to reflect and address any issues should they want. Also, those connected to the dying usually have some time and opportunities for closure in their relationships. However, with a sudden and unexpected death, it is done. What the relationship was is what it is forever.

  • Tis the 'tweason' to take stock of what to give up

    We are dwelling in interesting times, and I don’t mean that ironically. At least I don’t think I do.

    I don’t just mean the weather giving us something to talk about — but hasn’t that been interesting? Beach temperatures one cherished, rare winter’s day, then we’re all hunkering down for the big, rare ice storm the next.