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Love in Santa garb

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Seems to me the holiday season was different this year. Or might it be that my perspective has changed?

I’m growing curmudgeonly on a number of concerns these days, and I plan to sweep the deck clear of them every few weeks.

Didn’t you think we saw more than the usual Christmas arguments about whether or not Santa Claus is real? By chance or intention, the debate raged from a whisper to an avalanche.

And guess what? The most authentic Santa sighting of the season, and I wasn’t there.

So. A brief expression of appreciation nonetheless. Read More»

Xmas 2010

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When people ask if it’s hard to come up with column ideas week after week, I snort derisively. You’ve gotta be kidding, I gloat. Can’t beat the ideas off with a stick.

Except when a holiday looms.

I suppose it’s a problem to those from whom regular offerings are expected – we need to produce something patriotic for the 4th of July, or romantic for Valentine’s, or thankful for Thanksgiving.

Or Christmas-y.

The preacher certainly faces this challenge, and so do the choirmaster, the storekeeper, the stand-up comic, even the cook. Read More»

Yes, Santa Claus lives

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My children say I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but my response is that if talkers in public places didn’t want to be overheard, they’d lower the volume of their conversation.

From a restaurant booth in another galaxy:

Two women eased themselves into the booth behind ours in one of the nicer eateries in Peachtree City. They examined the menu briefly. Rearranged themselves for a moment. Gave their server their order.

“Now, you were saying…,’ one began. “No Santa Claus for a 7- and a 4-year-old? What’s that about?” Read More»

German American WWII Internment (part 2 of 2)

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Editor’s note: This is the second part of a two part column. The first part can be read at www.thecitizen.com

With disregard for station in life or in religious affiliation, scientists, educators, farmers, brewers, physicians, American police troops swept German American civilians through California and other coastal communities, on their way to internment camps during World War II. Read More»

Alien and American Internment

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Editor’s note: This is the first of two columns. The second column will run next week.

Every now and then a reader shares with me something they think I’d like to use for a column. I thank them kindly, but rarely write it.

This one wouldn’t leave me alone. It stayed on my mind several weeks, growing downright pesky. What tipped me was that I called or emailed several contacts, and they had never heard of anything like it. Read More»

Thanksgiving prayers

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So many have expressed a desire to have a new copy of some Thanksgiving prayers The Citizen first published in 2006. Here are most of them, plus a few new ones. May they remind us of our need to say “Thanks.”

The Psalmist
1 Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD;
let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
2 Let us come before him with thanksgiving
and extol him with music and song.
3 For the LORD is the great God,
the great King above all gods.
4 In his hand are the depths of the earth,
and the mountain peaks belong to him.
5 The sea is his, for he made it, Read More»

Remembering Grizzard

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When the news of Lewis Grizzard’s deteriorating condition first flashed through the Atlanta area in 1994, I, like so many of his fans, braced myself for what was to come. Nonetheless, I was not prepared for the profound sense of loss that followed the announcement of his death – I can still feel the sorrow. Read More»

Planned spontaneity

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Sometimes it pays not to have a plan when you leave town. Flexibility, spontaneity, surprises abound if you’re not locked into coordinating with someone else’s plans. Air travel is the essence of inflexibility, driving is almost the opposite.

My husband Dave is a chemical engineer by training and happy to have rules, dependable time tables, reliable schedules. To a degree, we are diametrical opposites. I’m less bound by the clock, and he’s learned not to count on an early getaway for a road trip. Read More»

Strange encounter

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Mysterious stories, spooky as well as benign, often rise with the morning fogs, especially at this somewhat scary time of year. And they titillate those among us who consider ourselves above superstition.

Heaven help the gullible

I don’t think Sophie is gullible. She’s 51, happily married, loves to travel and entertain her friends to celebrate, well, even her own birthday.

I promised I would not give her real name nor that of the airline she flies for. Some people might not take her seriously. She is a senior international flight attendant for one of the major airlines. Read More»

Autumn elegy

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The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the west garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
Ezra Pound

Something stirs painfully this time of year. I think it has to do with the conflicting messages autumn sends to the subconscious. Read More»

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