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Each year, South Dakota State Parks sponsors an annual activity to encourage everyone to visit and enjoy the parks. In 2024, we are reeling in memories! Earn prizes by participating in a fishing adventure in South Dakota State Parks, Recreation Areas, Nature Areas, and Lakeside Use Areas.
Memories of South Bethlehem PA is a perfect book for local or visiting children. It is an ABC book of memories from A for Atlantic to K for Kiffles and more. Written by Kathie Klein and illustrated by Connie Gilbert.
As we lay nestled in our bunks, lulled by the gentle rocking of the waves, a chill settled upon Ragtime. By morning, temperatures had dropped to freezing, encasing our world in a frosty embrace. Winter had caught up with us, a fact that was finger-numbingly clear to my father as he assessed the situation.
As we sailed farther south, the frost melted away, replaced by the gentle touch of a kinder climate. The sensation of thawing in the atmosphere and within ourselves reminded us of the transformative power of nature, where winter gives way to spring and hardships give way to growth.
This collection presents fresh and innovative perspectives on how southerners across two centuries and from Texas to North Carolina have interpreted their past. Thirteen contributors explore the workings of historical memory among groups as diverse as white artisans in early-nineteenth-century Georgia, African American authors in the late nineteenth century, and Louisiana Cajuns in the twentieth century. In the process, they offer critical insights for understanding the many communities that make up the American South.As ongoing controversies over the Confederate flag, the Alamo, and depictions of slavery at historic sites demonstrate, southern history retains the power to stir debate. By placing these and other conflicts over the recalled past into historical context, this collection will deepen our understanding of the continuing significance of history and memory for southern regional identity.Contributors:Bruce E. BakerCatherine W. BishirDavid W. BlightHolly Beachley BrearW. Fitzhugh BrundageKathleen ClarkMichele GillespieJohn HowardGregg D. KimballLaurie F. Maffly-KippC. Brenden MartinAnne Sarah RubinStephanie E. Yuhl About the Author W. Fitzhugh Brundage is William B. Umstead Professor of History at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. He is author of several other books, including Under Sentence of Death: Lynching in the South.
For more information about W. Fitzhugh Brundage, visit the Author Page.
"This book will intrigue anyone interested in the ways interpretations of southern history have affected individuals' identities and actions and will stimulate all historians to consider the hidden curricula in their books, exhibits, and monuments."--Georgia Historical Quarterly
"Where These Memories Grow reinforces the growing realization that the past is not dead and describes in graphic detail how southern society--and by implication all human societies--struggle with their collective memories. It is impressive in the way it reveals the contest over what gets put in and what gets left out of the collective memory of the South. This collection also helps to cast landmarks, museums, parades and all sorts of commemorations into a new and fresh light."--John Bodnar, Indiana University
"This collection takes the study of American memory to a new level of sophistication, breadth, and engagement. Anyone who reads this exciting book will never see the American South in the same way."--Edward L. Ayers, University of Virginia
"Strong new voices are heard in this collection of essays that opens with the reflections on memory of Fitzhugh Brundage, who is taking the podium as one of the most articulate spokespersons for what might be termed the new southern history."--William S. McFeely, author of Sapelo's People: A Long Walk into Freedom
"The essays in this book demonstrate that a great deal can be at stake in conflicts over memory. Every group of southerners we encounter seeks some form of a usable past, some degree of control over the social memory of their town, state, or region. A lesson of virtually every piece is that those who can create the dominant historical narrative, those who can own the public memory, will achieve political and cultural power."--David W. Blight, from the Epilogue
I remember a wonderful restaurant called Memories of India that still lights the corners of my mind. It was part of Restaurant Row, though it officially resided in Bay Hill Plaza on Turkey Lake Road. It closed last year and will soon become a Grafitti Junktion.
Memories of India was my perennial pick for best Indian. It had its quality dips, as most places do from time to time, and a second restaurant that it opened in Lake Mary never quite rose to the same good food and service found at the original.
Now Memories of India has returned to south Orlando, and while it is still off of Sand Lake Road, it is several miles to the east, and so no longer a Restaurant Row resident. It fronts Orange Blossom Trail and sits in a group of businesses in front of Florida Mall in the same place as Sushi House.
Unfortunately, this Memories of India has more in common with its Lake Mary namesake than the original from Turkey Lake Road. The people were exceedingly nice and welcoming, though I was annoyed that the server tried to talk me out of (and succeeded) ordering a lunch thali, pushing the buffet instead. I gave up the lamb korma that I would have ordered for the opportunity to taste a variety of dishes from those on display.
When I go back to my childhood memories, South City was about long days and cold windy weather, beautiful sunsets with all too many telephone and cable wires hung in every direction; bike rides down Spruce, Grand and Linden, and hikes up Sign Hill. I would have lemonade stands in front of my house, bike races down our one-way street, and rolling races down the grass of my yard. South City was a safe haven for me.
As a small child, Christmas was an opportunity to see my oldest brother who never lived in the same town as myself but was leading some exotic life unknown to us in Nashville, Seattle, or who knows where in-between.
My own father, oldest brother, Granny, Cousin Kenneth, Sheila, Ms. Ragan, and all of those great aunts and uncles, amongst many others, are no longer with us but their memories endure this time of year and perhaps even stronger in 2020 as we struggle to hold on to what is normal and no doubt crave any sort of tradition we can find.
With 2021 rapidly approaching and thoughts of vaccination providing a light at the end of the tunnel, I cannot help but dream of new traditions to come and despite the horrible year it truly has been, I am in fact excited about what the future may hold for this season in coming years.
And Terry? He was a lot cooler about his own cancer than I was. At least on the outside. He went on to cover the rest of that Legislature, missing just the last day of session to begin preparations for surgery and head for Sioux Falls.
Twenty nine years ago, it was. And treatable, his cancer was. These days Terry and his wife, Nancy, are retired and living in a sweet little secluded house along the Missouri River in Chamberlain. He recently turned 80 and continues to write regular columns for the Mitchell Republic and the Tri-State Neighbor agricultural publication.
Bob Mercer, meanwhile, is still covering the news in the state capital, these days for Keloland News at keloland.com. And he is probably the only one left from the Capitol press corps back on that day when I stood weeping in the restroom who is still working full-time covering state government in Pierre.
That old press room was a drafty, funky place, right under the grand, outdoor staircase leading up to the front doors of the Capitol. It gave you a grounded feeling, as if you and the news reports you were filing were an essential part of the foundation of our society, as I believe they are.
The room had an odd configuration of main space, where the Associated Press, the Argus, the Journal and other news outlets had desks. Go farther back from the door and you could step down into separate two sort of cubby hole offices, with public radio on one side and a news service for small South Dakota newspapers on the other.
It could get loud and a little crazy in that room. But a lot of really good news work was done there by a lot of really good journalists. A lot of really good memories live there, too. I wish I could have opened the door to retrieve some more personally.
Even from the outside, however, I could recall a few, including working on what I believe was the last news story I wrote in that room. It was late afternoon on a mid-January day in 2012, and I was covering a memorial service in the Capitol for former Gov. Bill Janklow, who had died on Feb. 12th.
While I was wandering around upstairs, I stopped and checked in with well-known lobbyists Jeremiah Murphy of Rapid City and Tim Dougherty of Sioux Falls, whose fathers were iconic lobbyists in the Capitol, men I covered and respected. And while we chatted we were joined by public radio reporter Lee Strubinger, who is covering his eighth legislative session.
I think I covered all or parts of 17 or 18 sessions, which is small-time stuff compared to Terry and Bob. Still, it gave me a pretty good sense of the place and the process. And it was fast-paced, often-challenging, mostly satisfying work that made me better as a reporter and a more informed citizen.
During my years in Pierre for sessions, I worked out of three different press rooms, starting in 1979. The first was on the fourth floor of the Capitol behind the House of Representatives. The Associated Press had been there for years, and print outlets joined them during session. UPI and broadcast outlets were in a similar space behind the Senate on the opposite side of the building.
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