What is the easiest and cheapest nut to gather? Walnuts, of course! When my kids were in grade school, I would drive along country roads looking for walnut trees that had dropped their nuts. I figured if the nuts fell between the farmer's fence and the roadway, they were fair game. Most of the time I was right. Other times, with the farmer screaming and running after us, I hurriedly loaded my kids in the truck and sped off.

Dave Franks has left us for the great beyond, but I still think of him often. His tales and his cooking need to be saved.

James David Franks told me he started cooking at age 5. His grandmother taught him to cook and would let him stand in a straight wooden chair and stir the pots on a wood burning stove. Although re-calculating her directions–a spoonful of this or that, a pinch of this or that–not to mention the “handful” since Dave’s hand is three times the size of his grandmother’s hand–has been quite a challenge; nonetheless, Dave has published two cookbooks, Foods of the Southland and Bar-B-Q Beans and Tater Salad. He was working on a third book, Sweets of the Southland. I do not know if the book got published before Dave died.

As I was growing up, in a family of eight, music was almost always in the air. One of my dad’s brothers, who played the fiddle and most any other instrument he wanted to play, was a frequent guest on radio programs in Knoxville, Nashville and other towns or wherever he could get a gig. Another one of my dad’s brothers was also an excellent musician though he never pursued a career in music. I guess the fact that his brother was killed in an automobile accident while traveling may have influenced him to choose another occupation.

You've probably driven past it hundreds of times, the white storefront between Paulette and Maynardville, with the maxim emblazoned on the sign, "Music self-played is happiness self-made." But you might not know that Woods Music, now in its 10th year, is visited by folks from as far a way as Kentucky and Alabama, who stop in for fellowship, advice, and the chance that an impromptu jam session might break out.

Many of you have noticed the new paint job, the “porch” and the name change at the Union County Museum. I recently talked with Dave Franks about his talents, his hobbies and especially the new lettering at the museum. I think Dave has already had nine lives!

Everyone knows that Union County is home to a good number of Country Music Stars but did you know it is also the home place of a Visual Artist Star? Enoch Lloyd Branson was born in Union County in 1853 (the year of the birth of Vincent Van Gogh). His family moved to Knoxville in 1868, where Lloyd found work in a brickyard. Around the time of the Civil War, prominent Knoxville physician John Mason Boyd noticed a sketch of Ulysses S. Grant Branson had made on a cigar box, and provided financial assistance for Branson to attend East Tennessee University.

Last Friday, October 20, 2017, Union Countians dressed in pink to show support and raise awareness for breast cancer. Melanie Dykes, organizer of Union County's Pink Out, got involved when the Susan G Komen organization approached her in 2014 looking to distribute information about breast cancer. Melanie says, “According to statistics, Union County is one of four counties across the state that has a high rate of late stage breast cancer diagnoses.” Melanie has been working with a grant to educate and encourage women to get mammograms.

I met David and Mary Nevin when I became involved in the Union County United Way a number of years ago. David taught school here for several years. They have since moved into Knoxville. I think about them often but seldom hear from them anymore. Our paths don't cross like they used to do. Doesn't that happen with a lot of people we know? Time marches on.

I remember the first time I rode in an airplane was in the nineteen sixties on the only airstrip in Maynardville that I’ve had any experience with. It was a little grass airstrip that was located just beyond Cooke’s Mortuary. Clifford Stiner kept his airplane in a small hanger and used the grass strip for a runway. Of course, most of the time, he used the strip for his own pleasure. However, on one occasion a barn stormer pilot, by the name of Jones, had apparently made an arrangement with Stiner allowing him to offer rides for a small fee.

As a young boy, I remember that sometime around Thanksgiving my dad would reserve a day for killing and dressing a hog or two. I remember the weather was always cold. He would build a nice fire and would place a large barrel of water over it. After everything was ready he would kill the hog. We would all pitch in. Using the hot water and a sharp knife we would scrape all the hair off the hog. Then he would proceed to cut it up as a butcher would do. This is the way we were to have meat on the table for months to come.