
Chloe Oliver
The Marion County Informer is pleased to announce the addition of Chloe Oliver of Foxworth as a new community columnist. Her column, “Speak Up Smorgasbord,” will be featured each Wednesday in the Marion County Informer.
Since finding The Marion County Informer, I usually look at the site daily. I hope that in the coming months, I may contribute in some small way to your enjoyment of The Marion County Informer as you peruse the online articles.
Although my parents were transplants to Columbia, I have been a resident of Marion County for the majority of my life. My husband and I resided within the city limits of Columbia for 30 years. Katrina came along and my insurance company of the same number of years did not. So, we packed it up, moved it out, and now live in Foxworth.
I might be referred to as a “jack of all trades and master of none.” Then again, I might not be considered handy. I just might be classified as confused. I have a cosmetology license, commercial driver’s license, been a waitress twice, and have done some substitute teaching. I have contributed a community column for the Hattiesburg American newspaper for the last three years. Don’t let the picture fool you. I was once younger and thinner. I also taught aerobics for 15 years.
For the last nine years, I have found employment in Hattiesburg. As director of activities for an Alzheimer’s unit, I also assisted with marketing and social services. Then, as director of volunteer services for a hospice company, I was involved in servicing 11 Mississippi counties, guest lectured at USM each semester, and hopped airplanes to other states. I am presently unemployed because the hospice company for whom I worked closed all of their offices in Mississippi and Louisiana. Even though I miss the income and gratifying work, I do not miss the road. Neither do I miss dressing for work. I now attire myself just as comfortably as is humanly possible.
Shortly after finding myself unemployed, I learned that I would become a grandparent for the second time. Since my first grandchild is handicapped, I knew that my daughter might need some extra hands and help. I now find myself shirking the job search since a 4-month-old and a 5-year-old demand their Nan’s attention.
I alternate between being serious and silly. Whether or not this trait is an asset would depend upon a judgment. Yet, I am passionate about a lot of things: God and country, my child and grandchildren, music, writing and literature, dogs, old people and the very young. I believe that something in my yard should be budding, blooming or bearing at all times. After having a handicapped grandchild and working with hospice and Alzheimer’s patients, I am an active voice for the rights of children, the aged and sick, and the disabled.
Even though I am usually quite verbose, the thought of weekly writings now baffle the brain. Therefore, I look forward to contributing columns in this forum with anticipation as well as fear. Nevertheless, I hope to get nestled in with some sort of rhythm and order.
You now know a smattering of me. Hopefully, I will soon know and learn more of you as your thoughts are expressed in reply to my smorgasbord of opinions. Speak up.