January 7, 2011
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Words cannot express the horror that went through my mind as images of the deadly tornado that swept through Oklahoma began to be broadcast Monday afternoon.
Sometimes when I speak I am asked to field questions from the audience.
Now that I am a retired educator I guess I have to decide what to tell people when they ask me what I do for a living.
All good things must come to an end. I haven't really gotten tired of teaching. I just don't have the energy to do it all day any longer.
If you still have your mother this Mother's Day, cherish her. If you do not, cherish her memory.
Words. We all have the same ones at our disposal but many of us seem determined to use the same ones over and over.
If they had a yearbook for towns Hazel would have been best-dressed in Covington's for the past 88 years running.
The lunchroom was one of the best things about having the privilege of being educated in Porterdale.
Last week I stumbled across a place I had never been -- and it is a place so filled with the types of treasures that are near and dear to my heart that I will have to keep going back.
May 1 was a day we all looked forward to when I was a little linthead growing up in Porterdale.
Sometimes Southern sandwiches made frozen TV dinners look good.
Confederate Memorial Day is for remembering those who fought and died for a cause they believed in.
Huckaby takes a trip down memory lane via hair products.
Kate Caruso was a bright light in a world that seems to be growing darker with each passing season.
When I learned of the attacks in Boston on Monday, I sat down and pounded out a column full of anger and belligerence. The next day, my youngest child, Jenna -- after taking time to reflect -- sat down and penned the following words.
I had such a warm and wonderful column planned for today ... That story will have to be postponed until Sunday.
The thing that separates normal ho-hums from days that live forever, of course, is the fact that on certain days monumental events take place
I have been having basketball withdrawals.
Somebody has got to realize that there has to be a better way to evaluate the success of a student, a teacher, a classroom, a grade level, a principal, a school, a school system and, yes, a superintendent of schools than the almighty standardized test scores.
I think that relaxing with a good cup of hot coffee at the beginning of the day is good for the soul.
I was a fan of women's basketball long before it was cool.
What a difference a year can make.
Just when I thought it was safe to glance at the news again I confirmed my growing suspicion that the world has gone slap dab crazy.
I am about to enjoy my 39th -- and final -- spring break, as a classroom teacher.
I have never cared too much for bats.
In competition there are winners and losers. Period.
Thi is what I like about the South.
I got the same email every day for a week. I had been "selected" to audition to become the subject of a documentary/reality television show about a real life Clark Griswold character.
Whatever happened to getting in the family car and going for a ride? Other than $4 a gallon gas, I mean.
They used to only come in little green bottles, as far as I knew anything about.
Huckaby is reacquainted with old friend Louis L'Amour while in Houston airport.
Just when you thought politics couldn't be fun anymore, Kentucky's Rand Paul stands up and puts on a show in the Senate that rivaled Strom Thurmond at his best.
So how's the sequestration going so far, y'all?
I have been a classroom teacher for 39 years now and had hoped to be able to make a career of it.
I'll have plenty to do, once the weather gets warm.
I used to love Southern Living Magazine.
Friday was a cold, damp, wet, dreary day in the North Georgia Piedmont — a day that could have easily given way to dark depressing thoughts to match the elements.
Country music brings back memories of our family travels.
President's Day a good time to reflect on what our presidents have taught us.
Teaching has many trials and tribulations -- along with many rewards.
It is way past time to put a few worn out words and phrases to rest.
I have decided to celebrate my upcoming retirement -- this one is for real -- by going back to Boston.
People are constantly asking me why I decided to grow a beard.
We are engaged in a great debate over whether the Boy Scouts of America should or will change their longstanding position against allowing homosexuality to creep into the Scouting movement.
I’ve always been partial to trivia — even before it was called trivia.
I learned that hundreds of Facebook friends have my back.
How much of the bill for the proposed new stadium does Arthur Blank expect the taxpayers to pick up?
I'm building a collection of history's most interesting figures.
I wouldn't say I travel to Athens all that frequently, but when I crank my car, I have a hard time steering it in another direction.
Can we talk? About race I mean? Can we talk reasonably and sensibly and without rancor and emotion?
Huckaby decides his best course of action is staying away from the Everglades.
Hugh Durham is and always has been one of the funniest men I have ever heard speak in public.
1966 was a very good year, the Vietnam War, notwithstanding.
I am afraid of something happening to my kids and I am afraid of fire in the night. A local family realized both of those fears last week.
You'd think someone from South Carolina would know better.
I would have enjoyed Lincoln a lot more if I hadn't spent so much of my life studying the history of our great nation.
The holidays wore me to a frazzle. When's the last time you heard that expression?
I haven’t felt up to making any bodacious resolutions the past couple of years, but I am feeling finer than a frog’s hair split four ways these days, so I am going to give it a whirl.
I never wanted to be one of those parents who tried to relive their lives through their kids.
Schools are supposed to be safe havens, especially for little bitty children. ... Schools are never supposed to be where children go to die.
When Christmas has come and gone this year I will not have missed one moment of its magic.
Nothing good will come from going over the 'fiscal cliff.'
Billy Graham is still telling the old, old story in contemporary style.
We have all been on both ends of the Christmas gift conundrum.
I was only two years into my formal education when America began commemorating the centennial of The War.
A hundred years ago I earned my Eagle Scout Award.
I posed a simple question to my Facebook friends Monday morning. "Favorite Christmas toy?"
Black Friday; Cyber Monday: It's gotten totally out of hand.
The third rock seems to make that annual orbit around the sun faster and faster with each passing trip.
I like the rain. My mama didn't. She was as afraid of a bad cloud as anybody I ever knew.
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, in 1918, the Armistice began, ending World War I -- the Great War, which was to have been the "War to End War" and to make the world "Safe for Democracy."
The revelation I am about to make is not as earth-shattering as the one John received in that dream 2,000 years ago, but it might catch a few of you off guard. I love show tunes.
There are angels among us.
I suppose we could call this weekend the calm before the storm.
I got an unusual call a couple of weeks ago, from a reporter from the big city newspaper in Atlanta.
Just as the 2012 Georgia Bulldogs put an end to loose talk about "old man football" in September, they put an end to talk about a soft defense Saturday night on the banks of the St. Johns River.
Learning to ride a bike can lead to bigger and better things.
Let me tell you -- being a part of the advanced party for the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party is tough!
This is my totally biased summary of Monday night's presidential debate.
Poor old Big Bird. He has become a talking point in the soon-to-be-over presidential campaign and the big fellow doesn't like it one bit.
I voted Monday. Yeah, I know. It was kind of early but my health has been bad. I wanted to make sure that my ballot had been cast in case something happened between now and Nov. 6.
Modern technology is absolutely wonderful -- until it's not.
Fall fell on the North Georgia Piedmont Sunday evening, and I'm loving it.
If debates were scored like prize fights, Mitt Romney won last Wednesday's debate by a knock out.
I was painfully reminded this week of a long-standing truth that I had all but forgotten. Cars break down.
I love that little Methodist Church in which I was raised and the people in that church helped put me on a firm foundation.
Thursday night at Rockdale Medical Center, I saw love, and, therefore, have come as close to seeing God as I ever will, until He and I have that long appointed face to face meeting, that is.
I have watched a lot of politics over the years and I have observed that you shouldn't trust a man who eats too high in the hog
I was chatting with my friend Linda Boyd at our Oak Tree Gang tailgate party last Saturday last Saturday and the talk turned to food.
A few of us were sitting around talking the other day and talk got around, as talk is wont to do, to the old days.
Ever since I was a small child watching shoot 'em up cowboy movies on television, Texas has been a mystical sort of place for me.
Shame, shame on Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney for telling the truth.
How can you know so little about a person you love so much?
Ever since the news broke last winter that Missouri and Texas A&M would be joining the SEC, I have been determined to be a part of the welcoming party.
Do you remember that day in September when most Americans realized for the first time that we had been in a global war for a long time without even knowing it?
Taps. I don't know anyone who isn't affected emotionally by that haunting melody.
Darrell Huckaby remembers a great writer, the likes of which hasn't been seen lately.
The first man to walk on the moon Neil Armstrong is dead but not forgotten.
Political conventions were a big deal during the days of my youth because they meant something.
Here's a story about courage and friendship and love and about the triumph of the human spirit over adversity.
Condi Rice and Darla Moore apparently have been admitted to full membership to Augusta National Golf Club.
Loran Smith and I have a lot in common.
I think the ties that are binding the people in today's society are that a greater and greater percentage of Americans are now depending on the government for their livelihood.
Every time a kid comes by to see me as they leave for college I find myself wishing I were going with them.
Y'all is a perfectly good word and don't let anybody tell you any different.
Huckaby laments that they don't make cars like they used to, especially the 1968 Buick with seats that recliine and an 8-track player.
On the second Thursday of each month, beginning Aug 9 and continuing indefinitely, Darrell Huckaby will be teaming up with Debbie Golden and Conyers First United Methodist Church to will make a 60 minute presentation on some phase of America's history. He will share stories, dispel a few myths and emphasize the role that God has played in the founding and development of the nation.
All of us have touchstones in our lives. We have people, places and things that remind of who we are and who we are meant to be.
I don't know exactly when we started demonizing people for standing up for their Christian beliefs, but whatever day that was was a sad day for our nation.
Why in the world do I feel like I am living at Lion Country Safari?
Our problems as a society go far beyond the scope of the NRA.
Those of us who live in the rural areas of our communities and receive our electricity from Snapping Shoals EMC -- well, we have some business to take care of this week.
Remember blue laws? They are laws that often, when compared to the nuances of modern day society, make people shake their heads and wonder what group of lawmakers ever thought that we needed such regulations.
I have seen some memorable television ads in my time. I remember Speedy Alka-Seltzer and the old lady that liked hamburgers but was constantly asking, "Where's the beef?"
All politics is local. Longtime congressman from Massachusetts, Tip O'Neill, gave us that bit of wisdom during his 10-year tenure as speaker of the House. With the Republican and Democratic primaries looming on the immediate horizon, local politics are heating up.
Jerry Varnado has bestowed upon me a high honor. He has invited me to deliver this Sunday morning's message at his church, Rays United Methodist, in Bishop.
Everybody has said just about everything there is to say about the passing of Andy Griffith and the huge impact he has made on American culture. That doesn't mean I am not going to say my piece, too.
The revolution began with words. Words put together in such a way as to cause people to think about things in an entirely different light.