It's that time of year again: “Easter Egg Time.” What do you do with all of those colored hard boiled eggs?
I remember when my kids were of Easter basket age. After the drabness of winter (it had been a long time since Christmas), they needed some cheering up. With no birthdays since December, there had been little to celebrate. They were ready!
I remember when I was a teenager. We lived on a farm. World War ll was in full swing. It seemed that anything good was rationed, but chicken and eggs were not. Mother always raised chickens, even when we lived in town. But to sell eggs and have meat to eat took a larger number of chickens. Of course, she could let some of the hens “set.” They would be out of egg production for the duration of incubating their eggs into baby chicks and beyond. It was more profitable to buy baby chicks in the Spring.
SCHAS created a committee made up of county leaders and human service agencies that serve the East Tennessee community to review nominations submitted by the public and to choose 16 individuals. The counties that are participating are: Anderson, Blount, Campbell, Claiborne, Cocke, Grainger, Hamblen, Jefferson, Knox, Loudon, Monroe, Morgan, Roane, Scott, Sevier and Union counties.
Tim's Bible
“What?” My brain struggled to process it.
“Your husband has just been in a wreck.” The man on the phone repeated.
My heart raced as my brain struggled to grasp this new reality I had just been thrust into.
My grandma and grandpa Roark were really into doing farm activities according to the signs, be it planting crops, killing weeds, or dehorning cattle. And their preference was to go by a system that used human body part signs to tell when to do things: plant root crops when the signs are in the head and kill weeds when the signs are in the bowels. I grew up hearing this stuff and had no clue what they were talking about, except that they always used a calendar given out by one of the local banks that indicated what the signs were on a particular day.
Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Twelve
When I was in first grade, Ms. Hazel Butcher gave me the teacher’s edition to some of the old reading books. One of my greatest regrets in life is that I let two brats bully me into giving them those books. It turns out they are one of the things that can’t be found on Amazon.
Fear and anxiety pervade our society. Every which way we turn there is something to be afraid of. Terrorist are running rampant in our schools, our workplace, our malls and even our churches. We worry about all manner of harm happening to our children, how we will care for our elderly parents as their health declines or what if, Lord forbid, we get cancer! Doctors prescribe antidepressants like they are magical and opioids as if they are a panacea for everything. I'm nearly depressing myself just writing the introduction to this article. I pray I'm not stressing and losing my readers too much by this paragraph.
An opportunity to enjoy the beauty of the Powell River is coming up on April 20, when the fifth annual Powell River Regatta will take place in Claiborne County near Tazewell. This 12-mile float will let you compete (if you wish) for cash prizes in various age groups/genders and canoe and kayak styles (single or double). If you don’t want to compete, you can still get some exercise while enjoying some memorable scenery. Blue heron, ducks, kingfisher, and even ospreys and eagles have been seen during past events, and spring wildflowers will be in full swing.
One thing's for sure, Jim Houston has a real heart for helping others. In fact, he's made it his career, both paid and unpaid, to serve the people of Union County, often giving life-saving aid with his work in the Union County Rescue Squad.
On the 12th of March, 1993, East Tennessee had a storm to beat all storms. One of its titles was The Storm of the Century. When my colleagues and I compared notes a week later, after school finally reopened, some had lost power, some lost water, some lost both.