Holy Horror, Batman! by Helen Chappell
Talbot County Sailors Capture Big-Time Bermuda Trophies by Dick Cooper
Lehr Jackson: Life in the Midst of Death by Cliff Rhys James
It was just another day in a tropical paradise brimming with sun, sand and surf ~ not to mention sailing, water skiing and snorkeling with plenty of suds thrown in for good measure to wash down the seafood. For hours on end, Lehr Jackson and his friends had angled down the watery slopes just ahead of the white curls like carefree surfers carving up the waves. These were the golden days of the endless summers of 1968 and 1969, when anything could happen and usually did, when each precious moment bought, borrowed or stolen was spent here in the land of soft breezes, sun-spangled water and escape from the world. Read More…
Playing Bridge! by Gary Crawford
Do you like playing bridge? Not my favorite game, actually, though a few hands with congenial partners can be fun. There’s rather a lot to learn, though, isn’t there? All those bidding conventions! One needs to remember what to respond when your partner opens with, say, “one no-trump.” (Oops, sorry, no offense. Best make that “three hearts.”) Yes, bridge is quite a game, and I’m sure you’re much better at it than I. But do you know how to play with a bridge ~ a real one, I mean? You know, move it around, take it from place to place, show it off to your friends? Read More…
Storytelling, Faith and the High Mountains of Portugal by Michael Valliant
I’ve been given exactly two books by an Episcopal minister, about 30 years apart. The first was C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters, when I was a freshman in high school. The second book came in the mail this summer: it was Yann Martel’s The High Mountains of Portugal. I am not really a Yann Martel fan. He erupted to literary stardom when his book Life of Pi became a bestseller and, ultimately, an Academy Award-nominated movie. People I know loved Life of Pi. So I gave it a shot. I finished it but was underwhelmed. Read More…
Dearie: The Remarkable Life of Julia Child reviewed by Jodie Littleton
Growing up in the ’80s, I watched a lot of TV. I squirreled away in an upstairs bedroom for solo viewing of Happy Days, or curled up next to my grandmother for the more risqué Dallas. Occasionally, though, the entire family watched a television show together. It happened so infrequently that I remember these times vividly. More often than not, the show was The French Chef. The French Chef was the great equalizer in our house. No matter what disparate task or interest was occupying us, we all gathered and cracked up as Julia Child beat the hell out of a mound of dough with her rolling pin or lovingly caressed a chicken while warbling a non-sequitur. Read More…
Tidewater Times was established in 1952 as a specialized monthly magazine which would appeal to the tourist, the prospective land buyer, and others for whom the Eastern Shore has a special allure. It was created to be small enough to fit into a woman’s purse or a man’s coat pocket. Today it has blossomed as a vital symbol of our thriving community.
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