Editor’s Column

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A handmade Christmas

In 1982, my mother started tying bows to sell in her crafts shop. Back then, there weren’t any big-box arts and crafts shops; no Michaels or Hobby Lobbys. There wasn’t even a Walmart. People came in to her store every
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Elizabeth Hudson

What our soil holds

The soil in North Carolina makes me think of the dust kicked up by the school bus that sped down the dirt road behind my parents’ house after it dropped me off on those cool, fall days. I watched the
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Elizabeth Hudson

Where hospitality lives

My great-grandmother, Jessie Mabel Coble — “Granny” to my mother — lived in a two-story wooden farmhouse out in the country in Julian. The siding on the house wasn’t painted, and the front porch didn’t have any underpinnings. Chickens ran
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Larger than Life

In 1982, the Tar Heels won the NCAA championship. I sat in the den with my dad and watched the game with him on a Magnavox television that weighed more than I did. I didn’t know anything about basketball, except
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Elizabeth Hudson

Season of Plenty

The tomatoes have finally come in. They’re spread out all over the old wooden tables at the Greensboro Farmers Curb Market. Piled up in crates behind the tables. Clustered in bags beneath the tables. There are the Better Boys and
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Places Like This

You know what kind of place this is. You can tell by the information rack in the doorway, bulging with real estate guidebooks and Auto Weekly newspapers. A metal “Seat yourself” sign points you to the interior of the restaurant.
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Flowers in the Sky

Ten years ago, when my dad retired, he went to Tractor Supply in Asheboro and Southside Hardware in High Point and bought the following: one dozen 55-gallon galvanized, metal trash cans; four 30-gallon galvanized, metal trash cans; two 18-gallon galvanized,
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This Road

Outside the southwest city limits of Asheboro, N.C. Highway 49 — a connector between Raleigh and Charlotte — splits. Veer off to the right, past the old Yates Country Ham building and the Asheboro Animal Hospital, and you’re traveling on
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From Scratch

This February issue is special to us. In our own expression of love for North Carolina, we created five original cakes that, to our knowledge, don’t exist anywhere outside the pages of this magazine.
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January Snow

Some people look at snow and see all of its pitfalls: its potential for destruction, its hazards and dangers, its ability to bring small towns to their knees. Some people look at snow and see all its beauty and how it covers all the imperfections in a landscape.
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