Barrow Journal

Ah, summertime. School is out of session. Kids stay busy playing or embarking on one summer adventure or another for the first couple of weeks.

Then they hound the slop out of their mothers until school starts back for the fall term. [Full Story »] 

We were on the way to yet another meeting when — out of nowhere — Mr. Fix-It said: “Wouldn’t it be great to go into Christmas with nothing to do but decorate, bake cookies and go to parties?”

It’s been years since I had that privilege. My daughter was a little girl and the temperatures had plummeted to below zero for several days the week before Christmas. We stayed indoors, played Christmas music, baked cookies, made candy, and watched the pile of gifts under the tree grow larger. We talked about the Christmas story — the real reason we celebrate Christmas — and prepared for the Christmas Eve services for which I would be singing in our choir.

It was a joyous time. Stephanie was only five years old bursting with the excitement of the season. We had fun. We celebrated the traditional anniversary of Christ’s birth and prepared for a new year filled with hope. [Full Story »] 

When was the last time you drove through the section of Winder called Olde Town?

It’s the neighborhood north of Midland Avenue to Wright Street and west of Broad Street over to Third Avenue. Rows of hardwoods arch into a graceful canopy over the streets where generations of residents have strolled after supper, walked their babies in carriages, taught their children to ride two-wheelers, and watched their teenagers in tuxedos and evening dresses drive away to the Junior-Senior prom. [Full Story »]