Editor’s Column

Elizabeth Hudson

Southern Storms

My grandmother always knew when a storm was coming. If we had the windows open in the house, or if we were out in the yard digging in her garden, she would smell it first. “It’s going to come up
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A good year for peaches

Before I came along, and before my parents opened their small business and got busy with the routine of building a life and a home, they were just two people in love. Their first date was at a pizza place
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Elizabeth Hudson

The long way home

I remember the summer my dad came home with his new truck, a red pickup. We had just moved from town, from a house that was right behind the courthouse in Asheboro, to the country, to a house that was
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Who Speaks for the Coast?

There’s a line in Associate Editor Michael Graff’s story about the wild horses on the Outer Banks that I can’t get out of my head: “The horse didn’t put that beer can there.” There’s no denying that. Drive along N.C.
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The Start of Something

When I began working at Our State, almost 14 years ago, my job was to answer the phone and open the mail in the circulation department. It was my dream to work for the magazine, and although I aspired to
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A house filled

My parents talk of moving out of their house, the house I grew up in, the house they built 32 years ago.
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Who We Are

The Randolph Room at the Asheboro Public Library is crammed with all the materials anyone would need for historical or genealogical research. File cabinets and bookcases are filled with marriage records and old land deeds, newspapers and church records, library
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The making of our breakfast issue

These are the breakfasts that carry us through our days, the breakfasts that carry us, really, through our lives.
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Window Shopping

Years before there was a mall on the highway and before the big-box stores cropped up on Dixie Drive, everyone in Asheboro went downtown to do their Christmas shopping. My grandmother lived a few blocks from downtown, and a few
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Blessings of Peace

Quaker churches, if you’ve never been to one, are small on ceremony. There aren’t any stained-glass windows or any elaborate ornamentation. The music is modest. To my grandmother, this was important.
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