Tennessee Valley Fair canceled
“It is with great sadness that we announce the Tennessee Valley Fair Executive Committee has decided that the 2020 fair, scheduled to be held September 11-20, will not be taking place.
Appreciation to the Working Man
Last week’s submission left three fictitious youngsters in the hayloft of Uncle Ex Newman’s barn as they laid out of school—Clark Mosely, his older brother Hen, and their still older cousin Jay Harvey Tatum. We’ll join them in their misadventures once again soon, but inspiration has taken me on another path for this week.
When I married my wife and she moved to Maynardville with me, she had these wonderful notions of planting all these wonderful flowerbeds. Flowerbeds are indeed beautiful to look at if they are maintained. I am not by nature one who likes to spend hours working in flowers. I’d prefer to read. I strongly advised her not to plant all these flowerbeds. I told her, and those of you who know me well can readily agree, that I am not bent toward manual labor. I predicted that she either wouldn’t or couldn’t maintain these proposed flowerbeds, and I had no interest in them. However, she followed her own star and planted them.
The flowerbed full of beautiful purple irises that she planted on the spot where we cut down a large silver maple was the first to fall victim a few years to weeds, to the point that it was impossible to free the thickly planted irises from the weeds. The weeds were removed with the push lawn mower, which not only got rid of the weeds but the entire bed of irises. It is now completely gone.
A few years ago I encountered a young man at church who was seemingly trying to get his life in order. He always was in need of money, and was not ashamed to ask for it. I am a believer that if you give a man a fish that he will eat it and hunger again, but if you provide him opportunity to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow that it will be more meaningful. In other words, I did not want to enable his lack of work but give him opportunity to earn what he needed while helping a fellow man--me. I had a need, and he had a need, and it seemed each could help the other. I arranged to have him help me mulch my flowerbeds.
In many ways, it turned out to cost me more than it provided him. He had no transportation, so I had to go get him every time he worked and then drive him back home, a round trip of no less than fifty miles. I had to work with him to ensure he stayed on task. He did at least teach me one valuable, inexpensive thing about mulching flowerbeds—before mulching, pull the larger, bulkier weeds, then place newspaper over those which remain, then cover the paper with mulch. He learned this from his grandmother, a wonderful person, who was an avid flower gardener in her younger days. This will suffocate the weeds but still allow moisture to seep through for the plants and flowers which remain uncovered at their bases.
The trick to doing this is to be sure not to place the paper so thickly that water can’t penetrate or so thinly that water and wet mulch puncture the paper and allow weeds to poke through. Also, the paper has to overlap to prevent areas of weeds still being able to poke through.
This was so simple that I was dubious at first, but I tried this with great success around the foundation of the building in my back yard that houses my home library. I have repeated this process once annually for the past several years. Some weeds still appear, sometimes taking root in the mulch itself, but it takes minimal care to pull these small weeds and maintain a relatively weed-free bed.
My wife is more the type who leaned toward putting down either plastic (hard to penetrate when you wish to seed a new flower) or what I call “felt flowerbed fabric” (I’ve never found it to be weed preventative). I convinced her to try my “newspaper trick”. We tried it on another flowerbed that was planted where another yard tree but the dust. The paper was rather effective in keeping down weeds, so therefore we tried it at the flowerbed at the end of the driveway. Again, a relative success, though even flowers when not maintained as they should be must occasionally be cut down to spring forth again into more abundant life the following season.
This past Saturday found me working in my yard. It was May 2, 2020, the first day I found it warm enough to mow the lawn in my shorts without a shirt. Mowing is the closest thing that I do on a regular basis that can be equated with physical work. I enjoyed the sun, and just as I do every year, I did sunburn a little—probably enough to be dangerous, but not enough to hurt very much or last for long.
It was a perfectly sunshiny day, one of those days that makes me glad God has decided to let me stay on earth a little longer. Normally I mow the majority of my lawn with a riding lawnmower, then trim under the trees and around the house and shrubbery with my push mower.
But this particular Saturday found me helping my wife mulch her front flowerbed, the biggest one right next to the living room, and also the one that everyone sees if they pull into my driveway. Last fall, I mowed this flowerbed to the ground with the push mower, as the weeds had overtaken it to the point that it was beyond hope.
And what I anticipated happened. The flowers came back, as I did not disturb their roots. Unfortunately, the weeds also came back, but my wife and I agreed that if she would pull the weeds and leave the flowers she wanted to keep that I would help her mulch the bed.
So after riding the mower for a couple of hours, there I stood on the bed of the truck, shoveling mulch into a wheelbarrow. I jumped down between each filling of the barrow to spread the newspaper, then helped the wife put the mulch at the critical junction points to keep the paper from blowing away until a thicker layer of mulch could be laid. It does not take the most inexperienced worker to learn that newspaper cannot be easily spread outside on a windy day, and even the slightest breeze will send it sailing to the neighbor’s yard.
I suppose the wife and I worked above two hours. We worked until the light faded, and we were at least 95 per cent done. Of course, as little as my hands touch a shovel I was getting weary in my well doing by the time darkness relieved me of the day’s burden. I was already feeling the strain on muscles that had been unused since my last treadmilll experience at the doctor’s office.
The sunset that day was beautiful—that perfect shade of orange that only Tennessee sunsets seem to have. There was something about that sunset and me shoveling all that mulch that reminded me of the movie Titanic. There is a brief scene that shows the men who shoveled coal into the boilers that provided steam to the ship’s boilers to power the motor. So much coal was required that several men in shifts had to shovel coal continuously to keep the motors running and all the ship’s amenities functioning.
I thought how much more fortunate I was than they. The brilliance of the sunset reminded me to the hot fires in the Titanic’s boilers and how those men must have sweated and suffered. I thought of those sent to prison who worked in chain gangs busting rocks. I thought of all those in the dark, cold, damp underground who mined the coal that kept me warm during my youthful winter days at home and school. I remembered an episode of Little House on the Prairie in which Charles Ingalls had to travel a distance from home during a rough time to help drill holes in rock with a sledge hammer and anvil for dynamiting rock.
Social isolation prevails and COVID-19 is a threat, but life is still good for me, and I hope for you as well, Dear Reader. In so many ways it could be much worse.
I leave you with another blurb from my world of email:
He got a job at a bakery because he kneaded dough.
Tennessee Valley Fair canceled
The City of Plainview made several donations at its June 2020 Board of Aldermen meeting. Mayor Gary Chandler awarded the Plainview Scholarship in the amount of $500 for outstanding academic achievement to Skylar Bates for having the highest grade point average as a graduating senior who resides in Plainview.
I met with the Reverend Gary Beeler in early May when I had the pleasure of learning about his inspiring spiritual journey and career. Although he retired as pastor of Fairview Baptist Church some 15 years ago, his work for the Lord did not end there.
But let’s go back to the beginning.
Rev. Beeler grew up the son of a proprietor of a general store and service station, his family business dating back to 1905 in the area where Union County Boat Dock is today.
While many found quarantine boring, endless, and unprofitable, some people made excellent use of their extra time.
Among these are the Union County 4-H members. In spite of having some events postponed or canceled, many 4-H students stepped up to the plate with enthusiasm. No small thanks to the leadership skills and abilities possessed, the students adapted very well to the online platforms they switched to during quarantine and COVID-19 regulations.
The Union County Business & Professional Association hosted the 26th Annual UCBPA Charities Scholarship Benefit Classic at Three Ridges Golf Course in Knoxville on January 27.
In 1933, the northeast corner of Union County, Tennessee, saw a new business open in Luttrell. A short fifteen years later, after surviving the Great Depression, and World War II with most of the young men serving in the armed forces, the property that consisted of a general merchandise store and a small brick home was sold to Bethel Reed Stowers and he moved his family there.
One of my favorite praise and worship songs is “Child of the King,” and no one leads it better then Mrs. Beeler and the worship team at my home church. I get fired up every time I hear the music and lyrics performed. While reading Paul the Apostle’s letter to the Colossians the other day I immediately thought of that song when I read the following verse:
“For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.”
"Troy Buckner related some of his whiskey making experiences during the 1920s and 30s. 'A still site was chosen in an out-of-the-way place,' he explained.
'It was not set up on one's own farm but rather on a nearby farm. After TVA purchased land for the Norris Lake, the reservation surrounding the lake provided a good location because it was not hard to find plenty of fresh water.'
I was on my way to work last week. I was listening to the late minister Adrian Rogers on Christian radio station BBC. Like many engaging preachers, Pastor Rogers possessed a drawing voice filled with conviction. One of the main things I like about him is his sense of humor—not foolish, but thought provoking.
In the course of his sermon, Pastor Rogers stated that it was not possible to think of two things at the same time. This gave me pause for thought.
As an amateur naturalist I have a curiosity to know how things work. In college I once saw the chemical reactions involved in photosynthesis laid out on a large poster. This all-important method plants use to make food for themselves (and ultimately us) was incredibly complex and took up half the wall.
I grew up where black walnuts were the thing, not pecans. I didn't have to buy them. They grew all over the farm, especially down the lane to the pasture. Here, we had several black walnut trees on our 1 2/3 acres.
I remember the first time I gathered 'em, dried 'em and placed the precious nuts in grocery bags. They were placed to cure on a high shelf in our little barn. Later, the following winter, I reached up to retrieve a bag of walnuts to take to the house and crack.
My husband had never owned a dog when he was growing up, but he loved them and dogs loved him. He said dogs that would tear up anyone else in his neighborhood would fawn on him like a little puppy.
So after we were married and in our own house, he insisted on getting a dog. I was not included in that selection.
Q: How is a chiropractic adjustment performed?
A: Chiropractic adjustment or manipulation is a manual procedure that utilizes the highly refined skills developed during the doctor of chiropractic’s intensive years of chiropractic education. The chiropractic physician typically uses his or her hands—or an instrument— to manipulate the joints of the body, particularly the spine, in order to restore or enhance joint function.
Sourwood does not stand out in the forest except this time of year when it is in bloom, and perhaps in the fall when it displays brilliant red colors.
Sourwood (Oxydendrum arboreum) is locally called "sorrel” and is common in our area. It tends to be a small understory tree growing under larger tree canopies.
Isn’t it funny how we change as we go through life?
When I was a kid, lightning didn’t bother me at all. What I really hated about a storm was the thunder. You see, I can’t stand sudden loud sounds. Seriously, they hurt me from the inside out. I won’t even pop a balloon. Worse than that are fireworks. I love watching them, but not hearing them.
There are designations used to denote time to help keep historical events in perspective. There is B.C., B.C.E., and A.D. In the beginning of attempting to label events in historical time perspectives, people counted years by such things as Greek festivals or Roman emperors. Old Testament scripture alludes to this practice (e.g., “In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the LORD . . .: Isaiah 6:1 KJV). As people converted to Christianity in the New Testament era, they wanted to count their years by Christian events.
Election time is coming! And June 23rd is that special day for two cities in Union County. The city of Maynardville will be electing three officers to the city council, and the city of Plainview will be casting ballots for the Mayor’s office and two Alderman seats. On Election day, opening time is 9:00am, and all polls will close at 8:00pm. (For those unable to vote or over the age of 60, please remember the availability of absentee voting, now more accessible for those affected by Covid-19.)
Bluegill are a fun fish to catch and eat. They will bite at almost anything, are fierce fighters when hooked, and offer meat with a slightly sweet taste. Most folks started their love for fishing as kids fishing for bluegill with a can of worms. They are easy to catch, but here are a few tips for getting a good stringer of bluegill for supper.
It was a warm summer day in 1993 and Tim was working in the yard. By the way, he’s one of these people who takes his yard work very seriously. As soon as the grass begins to grow, he’s ready to mow it.
When he uses the weed-eater, he wears long pants. This day he had been in and out of the house quite a bit for cold drinks. Unfortunately, there was a stow-away clinging onto his yard pants.
I would venture that most people at present agree that the world’s condition is troublesome. There is a lot with which to be concerned, though not everyone’s concerns are in agreement. It seems to become harder and harder with each passing day to agreeably disagree with our friends and acquaintances.
But there is comfort in those things that do not change. I am by nature a traditionalist, and I have little (in some cases, no) patience for change. Unfortunately for those like me, it seems everything changes. Yet there is comfort in those things that stay the same.
Mamaw and Papaw. Granny and Pops. Mams and Paps. Grandma and Grandpa. Nan and Pop. They are all something very special, something that cannot be compared. They are memory makers of the best times, and the hardest. They know which heart strings to pull and when someone they love needs a little extra care.
Covid-19. Coronavirus. The Rona. All are names of the virus that has swept the United States these last few months, the same virus that has drastically changed life for almost every person in the world. Anyone who watches the news, reads a news-feed, or listens to news-talk radio has an idea of what’s going on in our government (at least what they’re telling us). But what is really going on? How are things on the home front? How has this virus, and the resulting quarantine and social distance regulations, affected those here in Union County?
Farmers and Ranchers Can Now Apply for Financial Assistance through USDA’s Coronavirus Food Assistance Program
Online Tools and Toll-Free Number Available to Assist Producers
Are you a livestock producer whose operation has been directly impacted by the coronavirus pandemic? The Coronavirus Food Assistance Program provides direct relief to producers who faced price declines and additional marketing costs due to COVID-19.
We’re all saddened these days when we hear that many of the events we love are having to cancel for 2020 due to Covid-19. One more beloved Knoxville tradition will not make an appearance this year.
The Tennessee Valley Fair will not be held again until 2021.
“It is with great sadness that we announce that the 2020 fair, scheduled to be held September 11-20, will not be taking place,” the Tennessee Valley Fair Executive Committee stated in a press release June 8.
Hopefully we are past the final frost and all the rain and warmth will lead to an abundance in the garden this year. So how can we maximize our gardens? Food Preservation in the form of freezing, canning, and drying. This is article 2 of 4, where we will discuss canning. Freezing is a cheap, easy way to preserve foods where bacteria growth is stopped and items last longer. However, preserving foods by freezing is limited by freezer space. So how else can we stop bacteria growth without a freezer? Canning!
Among people seeking back pain relief alternatives, most choose chiropractic treatment. About 22 million Americans visit chiropractors annually. Of these, 7.7 million, or 35%, are seeking relief from back pain from various causes, including accidents, sports injuries, and muscle strains. Other complaints include pain in the neck, arms, and legs, and headaches.
What Is Chiropractic Care?
Dad has it figured out
How the country should be run
He tells us every day
The right way to be done.
That's okay in politics
He has his own opinion
But please call someone else if
That's gas you hear a-fizzing.
Fixing things around the house
Is not his cup of tea.
He made the lights go out again
TIme to call KUB.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
When my only half-brother on my mother’s side passed away, he told his wife he wanted me to have his books. I received quite a few, but there was one in particular that his last spouse favored and made sure to keep for herself. I hope that book has brought her much peace and joy throughout the almost ensuing decade following his departure. It is not I who will go to the grave knowing I failed to fill one of my dying spouse’s last wishes, and I certainly don’t miss what I never had.
Who hasn’t heard the difficult or traumatic stories of family members as they were growing up? Usually I received them when I complained about something:
“The power’s off. I can’t watch TV.”
“It’s raining outside and I can’t ride my bike.”
You get the idea.
That’s when my Mamaw Jo felt the need to tell me about her childhood difficulties. The one I heard the most was: “I had to walk to school for miles in the blinding snow.”
When was the last time you left the comforting lights of your home or campfire and stepped into the darkness? Familiar places take on a mysterious look. Colors vanish and the world closes in as your view becomes limited. You begin to depend more on your ears as your eyes fail. It can be a little spooky, and yet adventurous. Ever since that first campfire man has become addicted to light. We don't feel comfortable outside of the illumination of electric lights, flashlights, or fire. The darkness has become a foreign, forbidding place.
Earlier this year, I did something I had said I was going to do for a long time—see if anyone—absolutely anyone—among web hosts supported FrontPage.
I can hear the tech folks out there right now, laughing their heads off. Still, I was serious. When my, then, current web host quit the FrontPage extensions some years back, they suggested I use FTP. I used one for a few years, even while the web host was pushing me to switch to Word Press. Finally, even the FTP (file transfer protocol) quit moving my update successfully.
A few days ago I heard on TV that beans could become the new meat if meat prices continue to climb because of the virus. I hope not. But if you would like to prepare for that sad day here is a meatless recipe for you. You can eat it as an entree or make a wrap out of it with a flour tortilla, some shredded lettuce and a sprinkle of shredded cheese. Try it and see what you think.
Union County High School’s Coach Larry Kerr is planning to step down from the head coach position of the Patriot Football team. While many would think this may shock the players or rock their world, the players would disagree. They have been expecting this and know what’s in store for them in the future.
Lumbar disc degeneration and resulting lower back pain become greater concerns with age and disproportionately affect women over men, likely as a result of decreasing estrogen levels during menopause. A new study demonstrates that vitamin D deficiency, smoking, high body mass index (BMI), and osteoporosis are risk factors for greater back pain.
A few days ago Becky Ogle, who works for the Union County Schools Technology Department, gave me a gift of appreciation. It was a yellow mug bearing the school system’s logo, and it contained a few goodies in it (ink pen, note pad, a 3-in-1 “phone buddy”). Becky said the cup would turn orange if I filled it with a cool drink and ice cubes. She gave me two, one for me and one for my Administrative Assistant, Angela Henderlight. Each cup had a raffle ticket, and a drawing was to be held I read a post on Facebook a few days later.
Summer Jam at Luttrell Community Park July 25, at 115 Park Road Luttrell.
Time: 12.00-6:00pm with an auction at 5:00 pm
Several Groups will be there such as; Spirit Filled, Faithful Promise, Janda Bozeman, Higher Calling, Wade Brantley,
New Friendship Youth Choir, Roy Poole, Wayne Carpenter, Teresa & Lecole Cooke, (8 yr. old) Parker Williams,
and Michael Bailey.
A concession will be there, come out and enjoy the day. Proceeds from Auction will go to Morristown Church of God.
For more information contact Michael Bailey at 865-455-2069
Reconnect with other business owners and professionals who want Union County to prosper. Plan to attend the UCBPA meeting at a NEW Date & Place: Wednesday, August 12, Noon at Pete’s Place. Mailing address PO Box 696 Maynardville, TN 37807
Speaker: Mayor Jason Bailey
Topic: Growing Union County in a Pandemic
BPA Scholarship recipients recognized
New Calendar of Events shared
Adjourn by 1:00
16th Annual Union County HERITAGE FESTIVAL SAT., October 3rd 10:00am - 4:00pm In Historic Downtown Maynardville The Cradle of Country Music
Festival locations are WILSON PARK, UNION COUNTY MUSEUM, and HISTORIC SNODDERLY HOUSE. Like us on facebook Union County Heritage Festival Visit www.UnionCountyHeritageFestival.com for more information.
Mary Elizabeth (Helms) Livesay – age 59 of Maynardville, departed this life to go to her Heavenly home on July 8, 2020. She was a member of Circle Assembly Church of God. At age 35 she was ready for a career change and decided to go to Ross the Boss School of Cosmetology to become a beautician. Mary believed everyone needed a touch of red in their hair. She had a special way to make people laugh and smile even when they were going through the most difficult of times. You never had to guess what was on her mind because she was quick to let you know what she was thinking.
Debra E. “Debby” Dotson, age 67, of the Inskip Community in Knoxville, TN went to be with Jesus Tuesday, July 7, 2020, while holding the hands of her husband and son. She was born June 22, 1953 to Charles E. & Frances White. Debby was a faithful member and Pastor’s Wife at Anchor Holds Baptist Church. She married Rev. Ronnie Dotson September 22, 1973 when she was just 20 years old and him 17. This September, they would have celebrated 47 years of marriage. Debby couldn’t have children so she prayed to God and he answered by giving her Dustin, the love of her life.
Eddie Cline Branum – age 64 of Maynardville, passed away suddenly July 3, 2020. He was a loving daddy, son, brother, papaw and uncle. Eddie was an accomplished musician and loved playing drums and singing with his brother Steve and The Branum Brothers Band. He loved riding his Harleys with the Ole Geezers Trike Gang and loved cruising in his ’39 coupe. Eddie loved family get togethers and spending time with his family. He loved his children and grandchildren. They brought a smile to his face and was so proud to be called Daddy and Papaw. He will be missed by all that knew him.
Beulah Mae (Clark) Cook-age 90 of Sharps Chapel went peacefully to be with the Lord, Saturday morning, July 4, 2020 at her home. She was preceded in death by parents, Bruce and Hallie (Ray) Clark; brothers, Roy, Milas and Dewey Clark; sisters, Trula Miller, Nell Russell and Lurtie Brewer.
Curtis Glen “Rowdy” Ridenour, Sr.-age 65 of Maynardville passed away Saturday morning, July 4, 2020 at his home after a long hard battle with cancer. He was of the Baptist faith. Preceded in death by parents, William and Adna Welch Ridenour, sisters, Shelby Stiner, Diane and Cynthia Ridenour.
urvivors: wife of 36 years, Cathy Lawson Ridenour; daughters, Hope and Jessica; sons, Curtis Jr. and Kendall. He will be forever in our hearts and sadly missed by family and friends.
Dola Jeanette Hoskins - age 78 of Hiram, GA, formerly of Knoxville passed away Thursday, July 2, 2020 at the Tranquility Hospice Facility in Austell, GA. She was born on December 15, 1941 in Middlesboro, KY. Her parents were the late Elijah Martin and Rossie Catherine Barnett. She was preceded in death by her husband of 54 years, Elder Phillip Hoskins; 4 brothers - Estil Barnett, Leon Barnett, Bobbie Barnett, and Delano Barnett; and 3 sisters - Bernell Sorrell, Ola Mae Campbell, and Elvina Kelly.
Dovie C. Smith-age 74 of Maynardville passed away Sunday morning, June 28, 2020 at her home surrounded by her family. She was a member of Pennington Chapel Baptist Church. She was a retired manager of IHOP Restaurant with 27 years of service. Preceded in death by husband, Sam Smith; mother, Roberta Bailey Cox; father, Porter Cox; infant son, James Jessie Smith; son-in-law, Ralph Grissom; brothers, Charlie Cox, Joe Cox.
Edward H. “Strawberry” Archer, age 91, life-long resident of Union County. He passed away Wednesday, June 24, 2020 (born May 24,1929). He was a member of Milan Baptist Church. He retired from Sanford Day Iron Works/Marmon Transportive and spent his retired years farming and serving the community as a dedicated Union county resident. He was the Union and Campbell counties Republican Party Chairman and, along with his wife Barbara (Bobbie) Archer, managed the Paulette community building for many years. He also served as a member of various Union County boards.
Rev. Dr. Richard Vick-age 86 of Ruskin, Florida, formerly of Maynardville passed away 4:15 P.M. Monday, June 22, 2020 at Life Path Hospice in Florida. He was born February 13, 1934 the son of the late Homer and Lena (Hall) Vick. Preceded in death by wife of 47 years, Dr. Joyce Gaye (Pickens) Vick; grandchildren, Amy, Kathryn and Levi. He was a U. S. Navy Veteran of the Korean War serving October, 1951-January, 1955.
Jennifer A. Jones, age 44, of South Knoxville, passed away suddenly June 23, 2020 at UT Medical Center. She loved to camp, read, and all types of music. Jennifer was preceded in death by father, Michael Harmon, and sister, Melissa Harmon. Survivors include husband, David Jones, daughters, Caitlyn Summers and Kristen Watson, mother, Rebecca Harmon, and sister, Angie Lampkin. The family will receive friends 5-7 pm Friday, July 3, 2020 at Mynatt Funeral Home Fountain City Chapel. A Celebration of Life service will follow at 7 pm with Rev. Mike Segars officiating.