Jane a brilliant navigator

We made a new best friend while we were in England. Her name was Jane, and she was the navigation system that lived in the rental car. She led us on motorways, across roundabouts, down country lanes and narrow byways, into parking lots, to restaurants and gardens, through...

Be kind to your eonians

There are some beautiful words in the English language — like serendipity, lullaby, silver, butterfly, liltingly. There are also some really ugly words — like concrete, fracking, fungus, crankshaft and cod. Most words are neither beautiful nor ugly, but every now and then there...

Dead iron becomes a pressing issue

by Jean McCamy I have never been fond of irons. I think this may be hereditary because I always understood that my maternal grandmother warned my father, before marriage, that while my mother was a very bright and talented woman, she would be a total disaster where ironing his...

Dancing the night away

Ever since I stood on my daddy’s toes at age four while he swept us around the room in time to music, I have loved dancing. I thoroughly enjoyed my years of ballet and tap lessons from Wake Forest’s own Rockette and multi-generational dance teacher Betty Holding, but it was...

ACC moves inland, and north

by Jean McCamy Before there was an Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) basketball tournament and the ensuing March Madness, there was the Dixie Classic tournament that, for area sports fans, made Christmas almost anti-climactic. From 1949 to 1960, the annual Dixie Classic was played...

Don’t mess with this Gamma, scamma’

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy The TV was on when the phone rang and I heard a somewhat muffled voice say, “Hi Gamma, it’s me. I need to talk to you.” Not hearing him very clearly, I said, “What?” “It’s me, your oldest grandson. I need to talk to you.” What grandmother would...

Good service is always appreciated

by Jean McCamy A lot of pithy sayings wander in on my e-mail.  Sometimes I nod, sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I forward and sometimes I snort and hustle them off to the trash bin. A recent favorite was a photograph of this sign: We offer three kinds of service: GOOD-CHEAP-FAST...

Impending storm? Let us eat pork!

My goodness, what a difference a week makes! If the forecasters are right, we are once again nudging the thermometer up toward 70 degrees. Think back to what it was like a week ago — snow and ice! When they were predicting it all and telling us that the ice was likely to cause...

Of Spenser and Seuss

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Robert B. Parker died in 2010 and I think I subconsciously put off reading Sixkill, the 39th and last Spenser novel, because I didn’t want to say goodbye. It was hard to turn the last page. Spenser fans have happily followed not only the lead...

Dignified Rossum will be missed

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Like so many of you, I have loved dogs and I have loved cats. I never really expected to lose my heart to a guinea pig, but I did. My older two grandsons each had a guinea pig living in adjoining cages (not the same cage, for obvious reasons)....

This grandma prefers comfort over style

by Jean McCamy Noel Coward’s song, Only Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go Out in the Noon Day Sun is often quoted in the summer, but a winter paraphrasing might be, “only sled dogs and soccer grandmas go out in the noon day cold.” There’s a good chance the soccer parents and NFL fans...

Taking my brown thumb to a garden party

This is the time of the year when my flower beds start showing their true state of neglect as a sea of high brown grass (and not the ornamental kind from the nursery) undulates in the sun. The daffodils beat the weeds and looked lovely. The irises and peonies bloomed tall and...