You may already know him as the School Resource Officer at Horace Maynard Middle School, now DJ Taylor has added to that role by accepting Mayor Bailey’s invitation to serve as Union County’s Veteran Services Officer (VSO). Taylor took on this role on June 1, 2021, and is eager to help connect our veterans with the various federal and state veterans’ benefits they have earned through their military service. Taylor has a list of all veterans residing in Union County and is seeking ways to inform them about the benefits available to service personnel and their spouses and caregivers.
Boys will be boys
Dan was always the sergeant, fully in command with the rest of us boys his privates. This summer day we were fighting the Japanese on some Pacific Island.
We crawled, jumped over oak tree stumps, eased through briars and bushes on the Perry farm overlooking Norris Lake in 1954. We knew that our Sergeant Dan was about to have us attack the Japs, win another victory and march home later that day being patriotic soldiers in this boys’ army. Well, Dan gave the command and told us we would mop up our enemies and march them to base and they would be singing “Amazing Grace” on their way to base as prisoners.
Playing army was fun, but Dan and some of the boy soldiers found the real army much different 10 years later.
One of my brothers was severely frightened of snakes. All of us boys knew that. We were going swimming in Norris Lake where it joined our farm. Another brother and I decided to leave early and have a surprise waiting for him. We found an old metal bucket on the bank, opened it, filled it half full of water, then caught six water snakes, put them in the bucket, closed the lid and waited for the other boys to get there. When they arrived, I told my brother who was afraid of snakes to go open the bucket as there was a surprise for him inside. He ran to the bucket, pulled off the lid and out came six snakes seeking freedom.
Well, that was a surprise as those snakes had all of that bucket they could stand. The last we saw of our brother was the rocks flying from under his bare feet. He left the lake heading for the mountaintop where we lived, and I do believe I saw a tiny contrail follow him up the mountain.
We had a new very pretty, 18-year-old teacher at Rose Hill School. All of us boys fell for her with a bad case of puppy love immediately. We all had a meeting on the school yard, looking for a way to welcome her in our rural Appalachian way. Someone came up with the numbskull idea which all us boys thought was great to place something on her desk.
Well, that night we all snuck from our homes, met at Rose Hill School, and found the object to put on her desk. We had opened a window beforehand, carried the object through the window, placed it on her desk and all went home thinking how nice the gift was and how it would be appreciated by our new, lovely young teacher.
Well, when she arrived the next morning, feeling so good and looking for a nice day of trying to educate this bunch of girls and boys, she opened the lock, coughed a couple of times, and then started crying. Her eyes saw a 20’ cedar log placed lovingly on her formerly cleaned and organized desk.
Boys at that age do not understand the emotional changes and her not appreciating all the work and planning that went into such a thoughtful project.
Well, chalk one down as not having the desired result.
I think it was the year of 1958 that Norris Lake was turned red. Yep it happened. On the Sharps Chapel or west side of Norris Lake there had been some iron ore mines early in the 1910-1920’s. This was started again in in 1958 but Norris Lake had been formed in 1934. The mining company had lots of heavy equipment brought in with large TD25 International Bulldozers, stripping and loaders loading dump trucks to haul the iron ore from the hill on the shore of Norris Lake.
Then the rains came, washing the loose iron ore into the lake. The lake actually turned red that summer. Naturally the TVA put an end to this mining venture.
Now there are homes built on the iron ore site.
When I was about 13 our neighbor Will Russell had an old Plott hound that learned we fed our two feist dogs around noon. We would leave the fields at 11 a.m. because our dad thought there was nobody like Bob Barker who had a national quiz show.
We would eat dinner and then feed our small dogs. This Plott hound of Will’s would sneak up behind our house, whip our two small dogs and then eat their food.
Our dad wanted to shoot Will’s hound but knew Will would be mad and might shoot one of our cows — or worse — our work mule.
Dad told me he would come up with a way to get rid of that hound. I decided I could handle the situation, so I watched the situation for a week. The hound would sneak up at around 11:45 every day and wait until we had fed our dogs, then sneak around the house, jump our dogs who had begun to eat, then eat their food and lick the metal pan.
He would move to the front yard, scratch the ground around the same pine tree so the damp soil would cool him, lay down and go to sleep.
I looked around and there was dad’s wheel saw made by David Bradley. Well, the answer came like a light bulb turning on. I had plenty of dynamite wire I salvaged from a rock quarry near Rose Hill School.
I went into the barn and unraveled about 15 feet of dynamite wire, moved the wheel saw about 10 feet from where the Plott hound slept after whipping our dogs and eating their food.
The next day like clockwork here he came, whipped our dogs, ate their food and went to the same pine tree, scratched the dirt and laid down for a good nap.
I waited 10 minutes for him to get into a deep sleep, took the wire and twisted one end to the spark plug wire, placed it under his wet tongue. I gently eased over to the wheel saw, placed one foot on the saw to steady it and then gave the starter rope a good pull.
Immediately the dogs tail straightened. Then his hind end rose off the ground and started running before his front got up. The dog didn’t know what hit him, but he didn’t want no more. Then his front end got up, but his back end was already pushing him in a half loop. He got his bearings and the last thing I saw of him was his rump trying to outrun his front end on his way back to Will’s house.
Dad ask a few days later if any of us boys had seen the Plott hound. I told him I had but the dog looked confused, scared, and had trouble running. That was the last time our dogs went hungry.
When I went to Horace Maynard High School, the students had a smoking area on the south side near the south entrance. It was outside behind the main girl’s restroom.
In the spring of 1961, I had saved up 65 cents to buy a pack of Pall Mall cigarettes. While smoking and horsing around before the bell rang to start school, one of the boys found a 4-foot black snake. He wanted to kill the snake, but I asked him not to.
I said, “Give it to me. I have plans for the snake.” The window for the bathroom was rolled out at the top for ventilation and we could hear the girls giggling and laughing inside the bathroom.
I took the black snake, gave it a hurl up above the rolled-out window. It came down, slid down the inside of the window and landed on the shoulder of a girl sitting on the commode minding her own business.
The snake looked her in the eye. All of us boys rushed through the door to see what was going to happen. It really broke loose, as girls came streaming out the restroom door screaming, pulling up under garments and trying to get traction on the hall floor. The girl that the black snake landed on came out in a terrible mess.
Well, nobody ratted me out. The principal Claude “The Cat” stalked the school for two weeks trying to find out who did such a terrible deed. I hope the snake made it through the ordeal. A very fond memory from good ole HMHS. Go Red Devils.
Well, enough reminiscing sitting on the porch, but being a boy and a teen once, I do not trust them.
Hello! My name is Kaleb Hanna. I am Union County 4-H's Healthy Living Ambassador, Honor Club President, and All-Star Eagle Scout. This year I once again attended the Tennessee 4-H Eastern Region All-Star Conference! Woah, what a mouthful!
My name is Natalie Graves and I am a 5th grade student in Union County 4-H. I titled my 4-H Project this year “Home Cooking”. The goal of my project was to cook a breakfast, a lunch, and a dinner for my family. I also hoped to learn new cooking skills and recipes during the course of my project. I cooked many meals for my family by myself and occasionally with my grandparents.
There is a commercial for a credit card company that asks, “What’s in your wallet?” I could take some time to tell you, but I’ll let you in on a clue—it’s not money. Instead, I will tell you what is, or at least what used to be, in my pocket.
Which pocket, you ask. Let’s start with the right pants pocket. In one of my doctoral classes at Lincoln Memorial University we were assigned to share the contents of our pockets, but not our identities. From those contents, we were then supposed to try to determine what we could about the owner.
"Far over the waves. I hear his sweet voice calling me." I first heard this old hymn when I took Hawaiian guitar lessons back in 1940. As I have said before, we were not church-going people. The words were so peaceful with a simple melody. Yeah right. But not when I tried to play it on my student guitar. The "waves" were generally choppy then.
Have you heard? June is National Dairy Month! This month is dedicated to raising awareness of the nutritional benefits of dairy and the vital role that the dairy industry plays in our food systems and economy. UT Extension Union County does not miss this chance to get 4-H students involved. We are kicking off the month by announcing our Union County 4-H Dairy Poster Contest Winner: Emily Graves!
When you push someone in a wheelchair, you may be hurting your back without knowing it. Researchers measured the forces on the spine caused by pushing a wheelchair, and discovered that people aren’t good at judging when they’re exerting forces strong enough to hurt their back. The study appears in the journal Ergonomics.
It was kind of embarrassing now that I think about it. Birds have more luck planting seeds than I do.
Our first house had a fairly large flower bed in the front of it. Tim was usually the one who tended to the pretty flowers and little bushes. Sometimes, I tried to help him by pulling the weeds, but that didn’t always go so well. To be honest, there would be times I couldn’t tell the difference between a weed and a flower.
I looked at Facebook today in a way I never have before. I looked at only the first ten posts that popped up from the “friends” in my current algorithm. I safely (hopefully) assume that what a person takes time to post is important to them. Personally, I rarely if ever post anything. I am content to occasionally comment on what my Facebook comrades choose to post.
No doubt you have heard plenty of news stories about the 17-year cicada emerging this year. I have yet to see or hear them in my area yet, but I look forward to hearing the male cicadas’ persistent and often loud chorus. The combined drone of thousands of cicadas singing at once hides the fact that there are three species of cicadas out there, each singing a different song, which chances depending on the proximity to a possible female mate.
My father, Owen Stimer, grew up in a rural farm community in the early twentieth century. Dad's beloved mother was of the Wesleyan Methodist faith. She was in church every time the doors opened, so to speak. In Dad's early years, he was, too. Dad came to resent sitting on the hard wooden pews during the long boring church services. He decided church was not for him. His father's attitude probably confirmed his decision, but went too far.
Mike Chesney, Maynardville City Manager, treated UCBPA to more than a taste of the upcoming Maynardville projects at the May meeting of the Union County Business and Professional Association.
Chesney began with a splash from the new water park, which the pandemic has delayed to 2022 with maybe a quick bite at the end of this summer. The new guardrail on SR 33 will help provide a safer experience when the park opens.
You may recall the story we published in March 2020 introducing the SLOTH reading program, encouraging children to Slow down, Learn, Overcome obstacles, Think, and be Happy. No doubt you also recall the rapid closings that year due to the Coronavirus. Although the SLOTH launch didn’t go exactly as planned, the program has moved forward. Kids are picking up their SLOTH reading buddies at the library and turning in their participation reports to earn prizes.
One of the best things you can do to prevent and/or eliminate back pain is to exercise. Both an inactive lifestyle and being overweight contribute to back pain. Exercise benefits you in so many ways, such as lowering blood pressure, helping you maintain a healthy weight, lowering your risk for diabetes, and the list goes on!
Orthotics can help you maintain a healthy spine by stabilizing the lower extremities and pelvis. Devices that you wear in your shoes, orthotics align all three arches of your foot to provide a balanced foundation for your spine and body.
Jason Lawson Jr., born and raised in the Thorn Hill community of Hancock County, is excited to join the staff at UT Extension Union County for the 2021 summer internship.
He graduated Hancock High School in 2017 then went on to Walters State Community College, graduating with an Associate of Applied Science in Agriculture in December 2019.
Many things have changed over the past year, but one thing we have had the pleasure to see remain constant is the hard work and dedication of our Union County 4-H youth. Regardless of the challenges sent their way, students in Union County 4-H and across the state have learned, served and developed. This hard work has produced incredible impact in the county as 4-H has not slowed down.
The City of Plainview awarded its 2021 Academic Achievement Scholarship to Mason Weaver. The annual scholarship for $500 is given to the graduating senior with the highest grade point average who resides in Plainview. Mayor Chandler congratulated Mason for his outstanding academic achievement and and thanked his parents for all of their support for him.
Late one afternoon while sitting on the porch, shadows getting long, a song came on the computer. It was a pretty song by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood and released in 1966.
The first line lyrics were, “Strawberries, cherries and an angel kiss in spring.” The name of the song was “Summer Wine.”
While listening to the song I drifted back to 1956 and the summer when I turned eleven years old.
Just as surely as a purple finch is crimson, the stories I share with you in this article are true to the best of my ever-aging memory.
I was probably about 12 years old. I was visiting with my sister Ruby’s family at her house in East Knoxville. Ruby was actually my half-sister, the oldest daughter and second child from my father’s first marriage.
Ruby’s husband was Alfred John “Buddy” Foulks, Sr., a captain with the Knoxville City Fire Department. They had four children, though the first three were older than me, grown and living on their own.
Humans seem hardwired to fear snakes, and it is useful to help us be cautious around poisonous species.
But most snake species found in our area are harmless and perform a useful service of keeping rodent populations in check.
There are two well-known poisonous ones in our woods where caution is advised, though.
I bet you’ll never guess what my favorite jewelry was when I was a girl. Here’s a hint: it could be rather itchy at times.
When I was kid, we mainly played outside. No smart phones or computer games. Just us and the great outdoors. This was especially true at school where the schoolyard was blessed with little wildflowers. At the time, we didn’t know their names. All that mattered was the fact that we could make jewelry out of their blooms.
2 Timothy 4:3 KJV
 For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;
Have you ever scratched a hound dog behind its ears? Dogs just can’t seem to get enough ear scratching. I can recall countless times when my boyhood hound dog Sam would cozy up to me, nudge my hand and encourage me to scratch behind his ears. Seems like Sam especially enjoyed this if I told him he was a “good dog.”
Imagine you are seven years old and you have just been awakened in the middle of the night, maybe by police officers or apologetic social workers, and ripped from your parents’ arms.
If you’re lucky, you’re handed a trash bag to toss your entire life into. If not, then you may find yourself arriving empty-handed to a state office where a frazzled, full-time employee will try to wash the lice out of your hair in the bathroom sink, then stick you under a waiting room chair to sleep for the two days you’ll most likely be there.
Visiting the company website GRIID.com, you will learn that they are an American infrastructure company that procures low-cost, renewable energy to build, manage, and operate their growing portfolio of vertically integrated bitcoin mining facilities. Hansel further explains that they are a blockchain data center, blockchains being the crypto part of cryptocurrency that verifies the transaction and keeps it secure when transferring from one entity to another. Those shipping container-looking units are full of computers crunching numbers for encryption such as crypto coin.
UCHS Lady Patriots: Front, L -R: Savvy Paul, Blakley Hall, Makenna Satterfield, Caitlin Mays, Morgan Dyer, Asst. Coach Bryan Mays
Back, L-R: Asst. Coach Kelly Cooper, Morgan Johnson, Jordyn Brantley, Emma Sexton, Makayla Cooper, Marah Johnson, Tessa Ray, Macey Hutchison, Tori Mullins, Makenzie Foust, Coach Lance Lay
The UCHS Lady Patriots are only one of 8 teams left in AA softball in the state of TN to advance to the state tournament.
Coming out the Division I AA District softball tournament as runners-up behind Gibbs High School, the Lady Patriots traveled to Alcoa High School on Monday, May 17th and beat Alcoa 4-2 to advance to the Regional Championships where they would face Gibbs High School again. This time the Lady Patriots beat the eagles 7-6 to become the Division I Regional Champions.
A new Gallup-Palmer survey that tested public assumptions about chiropractic care discovered that a lack of knowledge about health insurance coverage for chiropractic care and sensitivity toward costs may be preventing some adults in the United States from using chiropractic services. Nearly half of U.S. adults reported not knowing whether their insurance plans covered chiropractic care. In addition to uncertainty about insurance coverage, the survey found that perceptions about the cost of chiropractic care could also be a factor preventing some individuals from seeking it.
If I were to meet a king or any other member of royalty, I’d certainly want to know the social rules for appropriate behavior. One thing’s for certain—I would want to know how to address King George VI, especially since his actual first name was Albert. I doubt in any case it would have been appropriate for even his natural mother to have addressed him as “Al”.
It had been a long, tiring day at work and I had stopped by the Ingles in Halls on my way home. I didn’t really want to stop, but we needed a few things. You know how it is.
After racing through the store, I threw my bags into the car and slid into the driver’s seat. I turned the key. Nothing. No dash lights. My car didn’t even make any noise. So, I called Tim and told him my car wouldn’t do anything. He asked what I meant by that. I replied, “It isn’t doing anything. No lights. No noises. Nothing!”
By: Steve Roark
Volunteer Interpreter, Cumberland Gap National Historical Park
You have no doubt noted the large swaths of yellow flowers in pasture and hayfields this Spring. Those are buttercups, and while picturesque, are not welcome to farmers because they can poison cattle and take up growing space that should be growing grass.
That is a strange title. I will explain. Skin cancer is the basis for this story. Last August, I noticed a small lump on my face. I didn’t think much about it. After all, I have had my share of lumps over my 93 years. I would just keep an eye on it. It didn’t go away. It didn’t get any bigger, either, as the season changed to cooler weather. That was unusual. By Christmas, it was crusty but no bigger. My yearly appointment with the dermatologist would be coming up in March. I would have it checked then.
May is National Foster Care Month. It is a time to acknowledge the more than 8,000 children and youth of Tennessee who live in or are in desperate need of a foster care home and the family members and foster parents who care for them. I recently interviewed Rebecca Horton, Recruitment Specialist Team Leader for The Omni Family of Services (Omni Visions), to learn more about foster care and the needs of foster families.
Gibson Calfee says he has lived his life by one motto. Hard work pays off.
It certainly has for Calfee. The 2017 Union County High School graduate will be graduating with honors from LMU this year with a bachelor’s degree in Biology, and a minor in chemistry and pre-med. He will begin the Physician Assistant program at Lincoln Memorial University in less than a month,
According to a new Gallup-Palmer report that tested public assumptions about chiropractic care, 57 percent of U.S. adults are likely to visit a doctor of chiropractic (DC) if they experience back or neck pain. This first-ever nationally representative survey, commissioned by Palmer College of Chiropractic in Davenport, Iowa, found that 33.6million Americans sought chiropractic care in 2014, compared to a previously reported estimate of 20.6 million in 2012.
I wasn’t the only one who suffered from my eye problem. My parents did as well.
It all started when my parents noticed my left eye wasn’t moving the same as my right one. At time, I was around 3 years old. They took me to an eye doctor who told them I would outgrow it. Unfortunately, I didn’t. So, they took me to another eye doctor when I was 6.
I don’t know a lot about the Canary Islands, other than that they were named not for birds, but for dogs. You guessed it, I had to do a Google search. Per that search, I found that “the name for the islands actually came from the Latin term for the island, Insula Canaria, meaning ‘island of the dogs’.”
I think a trip to the Canary Islands might make a lovely vacation. I am sure there would be many tourists that would indeed be sights to see. But one does not have to go to the Canary Islands to find interesting, entertaining people to observe.
Robert Sterling “Bob” Kitts-age 62 of Knoxville, born September 1, 1958 spread his wings and headed for home Wednesday, June 16, 2021 to join his Heavenly family. Bob was of the Christian faith and knew were he was going. A devout family man always lending a helping hand and a true devoted rock to many. Wonderful father, exceptional brother and personal caregiver to both his parents when they needed him most. Bob loved and played music, enjoyed NASCAR, sports and working on cars. Bob made his living working on cars as an auto body technician his entire life and worked on the side.
Edwin Charles Young passed away at his home on June 15, 2021 surrounded by his wife of 65 years Julia Lee Collier Young, his son Steven Craig Young from Corryton, Tn and his daughter Robbi Sue Young from Amelia, Oh. He was born in Memphis, TN to Nell and Al Young of Paducah, Ky on January 18, 1933. He attended George Rogers Clark Elementary, Brazelton Junior High and Augusta Tilghman High in Paducah. He transferred to the University of Kentucky in 1952. He attended UK for a year and ½ before being drafted.
Robert ¨Bobby” Lee Cox - age 61 of Maynardville, was born on November 21st, 1959 and passed away suddenly and peacefully at his home in Maynardville on Monday, June 14th, 2021. A man of faith, Bobby gave his life to God at age 19, and was an ordained minister and member of Bethel Baptist Church. He has now found everlasting peace and is rejoicing with the Lord.
Bradley Eugene Warwick, age 42, of Blaine passed away suddenly at his home to be with the Lord on Thursday, June the 10th. He was a member of Little Valley Baptist Church. Preceded in death grandfather/grandmother Daniel and Loretta Warwick, grandfather/grandmother Eugene and Eula Faye Ramsey, brother Jason Warwick, Uncle/aunt Grady and Polly Warwick, and cousin Kimberly Danielle Warwick.
Brandon Todd Johnson – 34 of Maynardville, went to be with the Lord and his father, Wayne Johnson on Friday, June 11, 2021. He was a member of Hickory Valley Baptist Church.
He is preceded in death by his father, Wayne Johnson; and grandparents, Louis and Winnie Hall. Brandon is survived by his sons, Thomas, Christopher and Jonathan Johnson; mother and stepfather, Shelia and Joey Yadon; sister, Cassie Yadon; grandparents, Steve and Marie Johnson; and a host of family and friends to mourn his loss.
Larry W. “Black” Sharp – age 74 of Sharps Chapel, went to be with the Lord on June 10, 2021. He was a lifelong farmer, always working on the farm, and loved to hunt and fish. Black retired from Union County Highway Department after 8 years and the TN Division of Forestry after 20 years.
Jim Houston-age 80 of Sharps Chapel passed away peacefully Tuesday, June 8, 2021 at his home.
Proceeded in death by parents: Ottis and Grace (Walker) Houston, sister Ada Mae Houston, and brother Samuel Houston.
Survivors: Wife Meryl Linkous Houston, daughter Jamie Rhodes (Stacy), son Jason, and daughter Julie, stepdaughter Ashley McCann (Bryan), grandchildren Chase Rhodes (Ally), Caleb Rhodes, Kaylee Houston, Brooklyn and Rachel Sharp, Augustus and Eleanor McCann. Great grandchildren Kinsley and Rhett.
Sister Linda Ruth Houston Ousley, and several nieces and nephews.
Amber Nichole Warwick Beason-age 21 of Knoxville passed away Sunday evening, June 6, 2021 at North Knoxville Medical Center. Amber was preceded in death by her adopted mother, Betty Beason; sister, Debra Smith; biological father, Rick Warwick; grandparents, Harvey and Carol Warwick.
Survivors: mother, Kim Rogers of Maynardville; brother, Christopher Lowery; sisters, Amy Lowery and Katie Keisler. Several other relatives and friends.
The body will be cremated and no services are planned at this time. Arrangements by Cooke-Campbell Mortuary, Maynardville.