Today's Opinions

  • The work of the holiday is part of the gift

    The cooking and baking of Christmas all invokes poignant memories of holidays past, but none more so than stirring the fudge.

    To ensure perfect fudge, you have to stir constantly, work rapidly and keep an eye on the timer if you don’t have a candy thermometer.

    Sunday, as I stirred and stirred and stirred, I was taken back to my mother standing over a coal burning stove making Christmas treats. It became more difficult for her to do as the years rolled on due to a upper spine problem that caused her hands to go numb, but she did it anyway.

  • My most memorable Christmas

    For me, I think the most memorable Christmas was in about 1984 or 1985. I had two brothers in the U.S. Marines at that time. They were both stationed overseas. My mom was so upset because it would be the first time ever that she didn’t have all six of her kids home.

    She tried to hide it, but me being the youngest, I could tell that there was something wrong. My mom would just sit and cry. When I asked her what was wrong, she would just say “ Nothing baby girl. I’m OK.”

  • Unmentionables and other clothing, Part Two

    Last month you read my complaints about drawers—the wearable kind—that won’t droop the way I like and the fact that this nation now imports 95 per cent of all clothing available in our stores. I closed with this:

    We are a nation of consumers—but we are not rational about how and what we buy. When we started importing goods with the excuse that they’re more “affordable,” we also started the death process of everything “made in the U.S.A.”

  • Well done, done well

    I’ve never really thought of myself as a revolutionary leader, but the time has come to create my own army.

    My army will not invade other countries, even if we create plenty of reasons to do so. My army will not have basic training and we will not prop up an industrial complex.

    Instead, we will eat meat. The meat will be beef. And the beef will be cooked.

    On this day, I stand before mankind and shake my fist defiantly in the air and shout that I shall eat no more rare beef!

  • May Christmas still hold surprises

    Chris Festo’s recent column about his experiences at Toys ‘R’ Us brought back memories about Christmas when I was a child. It’s a very long time ago.

    Hearken back, those of you who can, to the early 1950’s. I was nine and my sister Kathy, five. (We were born on each side of WWII). On Dec. 23, Daddy’s birthday, he put up the tree (a real one) and the lights, and then we decorated it. Traditional tree balls, special ornaments, and tinsel, one strand at a time (I’ve always hated tinsel).

  • Look Christmas lights! Oh wait, that's police cars

    Ah, the holidays. the food, the family. the friends, the fighting. Wait. What?

    I went to the Toys R Us in Gainesville this past Thursday as their sales started at midnight, thinking that I would rather stay up late than get up early.

    I left the house around 10 p.m. and arrived at about 10:30. I was actually shocked by the line that was already there. I was standing about 100 yards from the entrance to the store, and within about 10 minutes there were about 20 people added behind me.

  • Give the people what they want

    Someone once said that you can please some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time, and a newspaper pretty much lives by that phrase.

    With three months under my belt here at the Pioneer, I am still seeking ways, ideas and suggestions on how to make the paper reader-friendly and filled with a little something for everyone.

  • Letter to the Editor

    To the editor:

    On Wednesday, Oct. 28, I was returning from Tampa on I-75. As I neared mile marker 345, I watched a blue SUV strike the guardrail in the opposite lane, and overturn. I watched an object fly from the SUV so I called 911 and I stopped to assist. The object that was ejected turned out to be the young female driver. She had no pulse and was unresponsive to first aid.