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Today's Features

  • July 25, 1942

    M.B. New River, N.C. – I was detached from WASP on 25 June after my request to remain on board was disapproved by headquarters.

  • May 13, 1942

    Two days south of Scapa. This trip has been more gratifying than the last. Over the weekend the Spits we delivered to Malta shot down or destroyed 110 Axis planes [Generally in agreement with historical records of the Siege of Malta], losing only seven themselves.

  • Want to jazz up your workout or even begin a fun new one?

    You might want to pop in at Jazzercise on Main Street and join in the fun.

    Diane Young smiled as she began to warm up.

    “I really like it,” she said. “I had a total knee replacement September 13 and this has really helped me.”

    Nel Grin, instructor and owner of the facility, said that having fun is the key to a successful exercise routine in terms of longevity.

  • Note: I would like to express again my appreciation to Wendy Noble, younger sister of Spitfire pilots Jerry and Rod Smith, who has provided advice and copies of her trove of documents concerning her brothers’ lives. In doing so I would like to quote from The Spitfire Smiths by Rod Smith, with Christopher Shores. In his Introduction, Shores writes: “Throughout I have been greatly assisted by Wendy Noble without whose efforts I certainly could not have completed this account...”

  • “We are literally heartbroken,” said J.P. Seppenfield. “He was only seven years old, and he got lymphoma. The vet looked at us, and said, ‘If you were a billionaire, you couldn’t save him.’”

    Seppenfield, his wife Frieda, daughter Morgan and son Jonathan couldn’t save Woodford, their cherished Australian Shepherd, so they set out to make his last week of life as comfortable as they could. They wanted desperately to give him back just a small fraction of the joy he had brought into their lives.

  • Surrounded by tender, flaky fish frying to perfection, golden brown hush puppies piling up in baskets and a bevy of delectable desserts awaiting hordes of diners, Kent Herold scurried all around the Church of the Annunciation’s community center Friday, making sure everything was in order for the first fish fry of the Lenten season.

  • Author’s Note: This is my 200th column in a series “History Researched and Recalled,” published in The Sentinel-News since 2007.

    [I continue to depart from My Marine Corps Journal temporarily to describe the hazardous missions of a spitfire pilot.]

    Selected entries in Jerry Smith’s Diary:

  • Sculptor Jenny Hager-Vickery is proud of her latest creation.

    At 20 feet tall, Gypsy the Giraffe, a life-sized sculpture she created for the Jacksonville Zoo, is the largest she has ever done.

    “My husband actually worked on it with me as well; it was a daunting task – the largest I had made up to now was fifteen feet tall,” she said. “I call her Gyspy – that's her pet name – I name things with alliteration, so she got a ‘G’ name.”

  • Sculptor Jenny Hager-Vickery is proud of her latest creation.

    At 20 feet tall, Gypsy the Giraffe, a life-sized sculpture she created for the Jacksonville Zoo, is the largest she has ever done.

    “My husband actually worked on it with me as well; it was a daunting task – the largest I had made up to now was fifteen feet tall,” she said. “I call her Gyspy – that's her pet name – I name things with alliteration, so she got a ‘G’ name.”

  • May 3, 1942

    Yesterday, we unmoored and stood down the Clyde, anchoring in Greenock. The weather was perfect and the green hills were very tempting. I went ashore for a few hours in that famous old shipbuilding town, drank a couple of beers, walked miles, and noticed some ruins from last year’s air raids. It’s amazing the difficulty one has in buying whiskey in Scotland. Underway at 0530 this morn.

    May 7, 1942