Some Things Old are New Again
Carole Townsend
I remember when I was a kid, on any given Saturday morning my parents could say, “Let’s go to the Farmers’ Market,” and off we’d go. I have to be honest; my siblings and I were never as enthusiastic about the market as my parents were, but it was something different.
I read a blog the other day, written by a young man who asserted the claim that the institution of marriage is dead. I thought to myself as I read the title of his blog, “Well, let’s see what this doomsday clown has to say,” and I began to read.
(Not so) Common Sense:
The last of the family holidays is packed away, for now
By Carole Townsend
Well, Easter 2015 is in the history books, and it was a fine one. I hope yours was, too, if you celebrate Easter. If not, I trust that your Passover or just your weekend was glorious. The weather was gorgeous, the trees are “greening up” (as my dad used to say), and the dogwoods and azaleas are in full bloom. At our house, we had an extra blessing to add to all that. Our ten-month-old granddaughter spent the entire weekend with us.
From 1818, when it was chartered, until the 1960s, Gwinnett County was just one of Georgia’s many slow-growing rural areas. But as the county’s attractiveness became more widely known, its complexion began to change.
End it
By Carole Townsend
We live in a world of plenty, don’t we? In fact, we here in the United States live in a world of excess compared to much of the rest of the world. And here in Gwinnett County, we are (for the most part) both comfortable and sheltered.
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