We had a wonderful time walking along side the Tupelo Grinch again this year! Thanks to the Tupelo Automobile Museum and The Grinch for including us… it is the highlight of our year!
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We had a wonderful time walking along side the Tupelo Grinch again this year! Thanks to the Tupelo Automobile Museum and The Grinch for including us… it is the highlight of our year!
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WE NEED YOUR HELP!! Beginning this Saturday from 10am until 12pm.
The Boys & Girls Clubs of North Mississippi has undertaken the goal of mentoring young men and women by challenging and changing their mindsets to become leaders of tomorrow; their vision and selflessness gave us the inspiration to overhaul their community garden at the Haven Acres Club.
KTB wants to give the children a place where they can be in contact with the soil and concurrently be mentored by positive role models who are teaching life skills and helping them become confident in themselves and their abilities. The children can learn how to prepare the soil and plant the seeds at the beginning of the growing season and reap the benefits through harvesting their handiwork.
Thanks to Tupelo Quality of Life this project is funded, however to make this happen we need volunteers! We will be hosting a series of work days to construct the garden beds, install irrigation, and place gravel for walkways to replace the rotting and difficult-to-maintain infrastructure that is currently in place. Please join us for just a couple of hours beginning this Saturday!
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The relative brevity of human life is a recurring theme in my astronomy class. In fact, I start the semester by telling my students that I’m going to die soon. I have no terminal illness, nor do I lead a lifestyle that would put me at higher risk for accidental death. Even so, I’m going to die soon – my life cycle, even if I live to a ripe old age, is minuscule when compared to the life cycle of stars (our star, the Sun, is about 5 billion years old and will live for another 5 billion) or the age of the observable universe (13.8 billion years).
This humbling perspective is not only useful in the study of astronomy, but in other sciences as well. Just last week, I was telling my students how much I enjoy taking my sons to Coon Creek Nature Center in Adamsville, TN (http://www.memphismuseums.org/coon-creek-science-center/).
Every year, they host a Pink Palace Members’ Day during which attendees get to unearth fossils of aquatic life from about 70 million years ago when our region was submerged as part of the ancient Gulf of Mexico.
Inspired by this tale of fossil hunting, this week one of my students brought in this beautiful fossil specimen found even closer to home (Pontotoc County).
Any idea what it might be? Turns out it is a mastodon tooth. My student’s son just happened to step on it as he was crossing a creek and later unearthed it.
Mastodons were distant relatives of modern elephants (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mastodon) and roamed North America perhaps as early as 5 million years ago before becoming extinct about 11,000 years ago.
I often advise my astronomy students to “Keep looking up,” but this fossil find makes it clear that it is worth looking down as well.
Good Thursday Morning Tupelo! Y’all, its COLD! ⛄
Once upon a time, there was a woman who found herself living in the deep south. She wasn’t from there. She didn’t really fit in. She stubbornly refused to adopt a southern accent, and it was pointed out on occasion by various people she interacted with. “Where are you from?” they’d ask.
Depending on her mood, she’d answer Michigan, New Jersey, or Massachusetts. All were true, to a point. Born in Michigan, formative years in Jersey, and graduated high school in New England. She definitely did not have a childhood anything like many of the people she knew. She found many people, especially in rural America, lived relatively sheltered lives, even in this age of global connectivity. They have lived in the same relative area their entire lives, and often their parents and grandparents grew up there, as well. They went to school with the same group of kids from kindergarten through high school. They have had the same neighbors for years on end. And they hear the same ideas, political, religious, and social, in every direction. One has to consciously look for dissenting opinions in a homogeneous society. That is not a comfortable thing to do, and most people prefer to be comfortable.
Moving frequently as a child and young adult meant that the protagonist in our little story here was repeatedly confronted with people who didn’t think like her. Different backgrounds, different groups of peers, and different experiences led to different outlooks. The new kid on the block always feels the differences, and our Yankee in Robert E Lee’s Garden never felt them more strongly than when the southern culture shock set in.
After graduating to “official adulthood”, this woman had settled in to life in the south as best she could. She was raising her kids – kids who articulated their words in a peculiar way according to those who heard them. Clearly raised by a Yankee, and a former English teacher at that. She would deny any hint that she was “from” Mississippi vehemently, but she was ok living there. She would always claim any other place she’d ever lived as her origin before she claimed the south. In 2018, though, she realized that she had lived more of her life in Mississippi than in all the other places combined.
Why did she resist claiming the state so desperately? Maybe it was time to open her eyes and her arms and embrace fully the fact that, though she was from elsewhere, Mississippi was home. Home to a liberal, secular, freethinking Yankee.
I was recently asked, “What does Tupelo mean to you?” As I pondered this question, I realized there was no simple answer. You see, Tupelo’s meaning to me has evolved greatly in my 30 years living near or in this great city.
As a young girl growing up in nearby Amory, Tupelo was the “big city” I begged my mom to take me to on the weekends. I wanted to visit the mall or see a movie, and we always included a stop at TCBY on the way home. It was the place where I went during preadolescence to transform from an ugly duckling to a kind of pretty swan with braces from Hodges Orthodontics. As a teenager, it’s where I went to buy music at Album Alley and ride “The Loop.”
Tupelo was the place where I finally felt free to be me. It’s where I embraced the weirdo in me and transformed my way of thinking. I made friends from all walks of life, and I learned not to be afraid of things and people I didn’t quite understand.
Tupelo was the place where I found love…three different times. I met my high school sweetheart at The Loop, my college sweetheart through mutual friends in Tupelo, and later, I met my husband outside a little bar that occupied the old Ribcage building, known as Boondock’s Grill back then.
Tupelo was the city where this girl became a woman. I got my first real job in Tupelo, and I paid my first rent on a little house on Wayside Street in East Tupelo, right next to Johnny’s Drive In. I was in Tupelo when I learned I was pregnant with both of my children, who are now 8 and 2 years old.
Tupelo was also a place where I made some mistakes and experienced a little heartache and pain. But, I am even grateful for those moments, because they forced me to grow and change some things about myself that desperately needed changing.
I can’t talk about what Tupelo means to me without bringing up one of my greatest loves – music. What an amazing yet underrated little music scene this city has! I’ve danced to the likes of musicians like Keller Williams, Alabama Shakes, Galactic, and Marty Stuart, and discovered unbelievably talented local artists like John West, The Bad Hand, and Scott Chism and the Better Half at little bars like the Stables and Blue Canoe.
I don’t live in Tupelo anymore. My husband brought our family a little north of there, just south of Baldwyn, but I still visit Tupelo almost daily and consider it my city.
Now, it’s the “big city” where I take my kids to play at the splash park at Veteran’s Memorial, to see the animals at the Buffalo Park, or to get Spiderman’s autograph at the Mall.
It’s where I go when I’m in the mood for the best burger I can find, a craving that can only be satisfied with a Smash Burger from Neon Pig.
It’s where I go to occasionally unwind from mom life with a drink with friends at Thirsty Devil or Blue Canoe.
It’s where my husband and I escape for the rare date night at one of the many amazing restaurants in town.
Though my address now says differently, Tupelo is still “my Tupelo” in every way that counts.
It’s pushing a cart. It’s picking up 16 things that are not on your list because, well, they look good. It’s two screaming kids wanting toys they don’t need. It’s 25 people on aisle eight trying to get cereal as well. It’s waiting in the checkout line 14 minutes longer then you spent shopping. It’s going to swipe your debit card and realizing you don’t have that much cash in your account, so you are about to overdraft. It’s… Grocery shopping.
If I am imploring my own personal decision, this is the worst chore known to man. I loathe everything about the process of shopping for food. Don’t misunderstand me, I love food. However, I hate shopping for food. Who’s with me?
Alas! There is a small form of cavalry that has become available for the mom who works a 40-hour-week, picks up her kids from daycare, comes home and realizes that there is nothing to eat. She then has to drive 30 minutes out of the way to Walmart just so her family can eat tonight or resort to spending $60 at Red Lobster.
Forget that! Well, I have the fix! This incredible invention? Walmart Pickup.
It’s seriously the best thing since Ryan Gosling. (AmIright??)
Let me tell you how this awesome process works! Go online (link below), you can use your phone, and pick out the items you want on your list. Set up a time slot to pick the items up. Call them about 15 minutes before you arrive, pull up, the employees load your car, and you are on your way before you could have made it to aisle 2 with 3 items in your cart you don’t even want!
They literally bring it to your car,people!
I’ve got another really great reason to use this process instead of the usual… embarrassing items! I will never forget making my husband go into our local DG for my pregnancy tests because I knew if I got them, someone would see me and start telling everyone we were expecting! Turns out we were, but people found out on our time! Pick up fixes all of that! No one sees you get Rid for head lice, tampons, or even the dreaded contraceptives. Whew!!
Last reason to shop this glorious way for your items… it’s cheaper!!!! You know exactly what you will pay before you pay! This means you don’t get up to the register and ask your 10 year old to take back your steaks because you over-shopped! Embarrassing!
Do me a favor guys and make your lives a lot easier! Just use Walmart Pickup for your groceries! You will save money, time, and definitely your sanity!!!
Use this link to test it out:
You even get $10 off your first time!