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Mike Parker: Parker family reunion comes to Kinston

At the beginning of July, members of the extended Parker family converged on Kinston for our biennial Parker Family Reunion. When John, my brother, and I were growing up, our huge family gathered at a city park in Roanoke, Virginia, for what was then the Parker-Brown Reunion. That reunion was named for the descendants of my great-grandparents, Peter Parker and Judia Brown Parker.

Mike Parker: ‘Wings Over the Neuse’ seeks sponsors

In 2009, board members of the CSS Neuse Foundation decided to do something special to raise funds to place a monument for Alton “Doc” Stapleford to recognize and honor the work and supervision he provided during the construction of the CSS Neuse II. That fundraiser proved successful. The next time you visit the Neuse II, check out the memorial honoring Alton.

Kristy Kelly: Death by good intentions

The saga of Duplin, also known as the dog with a jug on his head, appears to be coming to an end if a post on social media is to be believed. The post announced the dog’s imminent euthanasia and was then shared with various news outlets, including ours. The outrage is building online as I type this. Unfortunately, the outrage is misplaced.

Evelyn Dove-Coleman: The Invisible Cord

Once upon a time, the telephone at our home hung on the hallway wall. It had a long, coiled cord attached so the receiver would reach to my room. I would rush home from school and finish my homework so I could call Jean Chapman to discuss all that had happened that day at Savannah High School, particularly on the playground.

Evelyn Dove-Coleman: Getting Out Again

Since the Pandemic, I have generally stayed in since meals and groceries can be easily delivered right to my front door. I still wear a mask when I do go out, and I most enjoy sitting on the deck over the ocean to let the salty air breeze blow over me then.

Kristy Kelly: I could be a little nicer

One of the women I admire, at an event we were both attending, took a few moments to tell me how much she enjoyed reading these columns. My writer’s heart explodes with joy every time I hear, or read, those words. Then she proceeded to say I am much too hard on myself.