Agriculture is a highly under recognized aspect of each person’s daily life. From clothing to nutrition, it all starts with agriculture. Americans must understand the value of farming and recognize the importance it holds. President Donald Trump proclaimed that March 14, 2019 be recognized as National Ag Day across America as a salute to the contributions of America’s farmers, ranchers, and agribusinesses.
Give a Kid the World
Year One, Week Forty-Eight
It was forty years ago this very month that I received a Christmas gift that I would even now not trade for thousands of dollars.
I’m not even sure how it came about, but somehow my mother began saving S & H green stamps. At some point Hensley’s IGA must have issued them, for I don’t remember my mother ever shopping anywhere else. Perhaps she had my sister Anna Mae, my brother Jerry, or Cousin Lizzie Norton get them for her, as they lived and shopped in Knoxville.
I went through at least one normal phase of childhood, fancying myself to be anything that I either saw on television or in the real lives of people I truly admired. During my terrific childhood fantasy world, I was a preacher, teacher, EMT, firefighter, detective, doctor, cowboy, and the list could go on and on.
When my Uncle Amos died, no one could find the deed to the property my grandfather had left him. My dad and his three sisters had to work with Attorney Charles Roy Moore to have a deed “drawn up” so the property could be sold. At that point, I came to really admire Roy Moore until the day he died. Both he and my historical idol Abraham Lincoln were lawyers, and I went through a time thinking I might like to practice law. I once told my Aunt Lidia this and she said, “No! The Bible says woe unto the lawyers.” (Most assuredly it does, in Luke 11). Perhaps this is why I never went to the bar (no pun intended to any alcoholic lawyers).
I was also influenced by William (Bill) Shell to want to be an insurance man. Mr. Shell came to our house monthly to collect payments for Home Beneficial Life, and I enjoyed his visits so much when I was at home during the summer when he would come to collect. Mr. Shell always told me I had the voice to be a fine radio announcer, and I toyed with that idea in my childhood as well.
As those of you who know me would not find surprising, teacher won out. I played school zealously from an early school age until the day I graduated from high school. Those who knew about it, even many members of my own family, found this strange and thought perhaps I was somewhat mentally ill. Very few of my friends knew it, and practically no one at school, for I was mortified at the torture I would endure if this became common knowledge. One of my elder acquaintances told me before I graduated high school that I would never be able to stop playing school.
However, he was wrong, and the last day of school in 1983 (the year I graduated high school) was the last day I played school. I then set my sights on preparing to teach for real. Interestingly enough, I only actually taught for eight years, all of them at Luttrell Elementary. I have been in administration or supervision the twenty-four years since, though I have taught adjunct courses at Walters State Community College since 2012.
How in those days when I played school did I dream of having things that teachers used daily. My earliest blackboard was a cardboard box, and my first chalk consisted of the little pieces that Wanza Sharp threw out when they became too small to write with. I now have (in storage) the actual blackboard that was being discarded from one of the classrooms at Maynardville Elementary. Though it came from a classroom in which I never attended classes, I treasure it for its historical value.
I also craved a filing cabinet, and the story of how I finally acquired my first file cabinet I’ll share with you next week.
I would also have loved to have one of those pull-down maps that teachers used to revere when they taught social studies. I used to tape maps from the Weekly Reader to the window shades in my bedroom to get the effect. Thanks to another discarding, I now have a few of those old pull-down maps, some of which were used in an actual classroom where I had class. They now hang in my home library.
And what I wouldn’t have given for a globe. My first globe was actually a metal bank with a slit in the top for money to be inserted into. I think perhaps I bought that one myself at either Hensley’s Big M Variety Store or at the Western Auto that was operated by Gerald McPhetridge in Maynardville for a few years.
Mother could never keep a Christmas secret, not even her own. She allowed me to pick what I wanted for Christmas from the S & H Green Stamp catalog. And there it was! An absolutely gorgeous George F. Cram Company world globe with raised relief for mountains and different colors to represent the political divisions of the world. I just Googled and found one like mine on eBay for $42.99 (plus $14.85 shipping). Here is its description on eBay: “Vintage Cram’s Scope-O-Sphere 12 Inch World Globe Full Rotation Metal Base.
I don’t remember how many books of S & H Green Stamps Mother had to pay for the globe, but I do remember she had her first cousin Lizzie Norton get the globe and deliver it to me. I was so proud of it then, and it sure gave my play teaching a new boost! I wrote “1978” in permanent magic marker on the bottom of the base so I could always remember when the treasure entered my life. Forty years later, the globe still holds a place of honor in my home library. Though I now have other globes I treasure, none of them will ever mean more than the one that helped me teach scores of imaginary pupils all about this earth on which we live.
Until next time, here’s a thought from the annals of e-mail:
I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 40 years later.
I have my own pad.
I don’t have a curfew.
I have a driver’s license and my own car.
And I don’t have acne.
Life is great.
Don’t believe it. I found out the hard way that ignorance is not always bliss.
While attending college, I worked part-time in a hematology lab. Part of my duties there were prepping blood slides for pathologists to study under a microscope. One day, I snatched a flask full of slides off the counter and quickly spun around.
Being the klutz that I am, I should’ve known better.
Chiropractors offer several adjunctive therapies that can help treat arthritis. Ultrasound: Many think of ultrasound as imaging technology, but when applied to soft tissues and joints, sound waves can also produce a massaging effect that helps reduce swelling and decrease pain and stiffness.
Electrotherapy: These tiny electric pulses are not painful. They treat soft tissue injuries by stimulating nerves and muscles.
What child doesn't like a decorated cookie? What mother likes to do the decorating? Some do. Some don't. If you have a couple preschoolers tearing up the house, the last thing you have time to tackle is decorating fancy cookies.
The word “COOKIE” has a magic sound to a child's ears. You might even get them to lie down for a nap, if you promise cookies when they wake up. I know. I used bribery as a parenting tool when mine were at that changeable stage between diapers and pull-ups. It works, if you vary the bribe.
Having faith can sometimes be a struggle. Have you ever believed your faith was strong only to discover it wasn’t where you thought it was? We believe God for a miracle, we believe Him to bring about a change in our life. We believe it is going to happen, it has been ordained, however we get anxious because what we are believing Him for hasn’t come to pass yet.
Something I like to do when hiking in the woods is to look out for old house sites. It’s maybe not as grand as finding ancient ruins in Rome or South America, but it’s still historic evidence that someone was here during an earlier time and impacted the land. It’s still archeology, just more recent, say within the last 200 years. Like ancient ruins, usually the only manmade structures remaining are stonework, such as chimneys, foundations, and retaining walls.
Can you sing? I can't. Does your bucket have a hole in it? Mine looks like it was used for shot gun target practice. Let me tell you about it. I was looking through an old photo album the other day and came across a picture of my youngest daughter, Elizabeth, singing with her high school chorale group. She even learned to read music.
Homemaking soaps is a centuries old skill that many have the desire to learn. Recently, Big Ridge State Park has offered a class teaching these skills to pupils from the community. Ranger Hannah Paschall, who has been with the park for ten years, has led three sessions, only generating more interest. Classes were held in January, February, and are scheduled for March at the Big Ridge State Park Rec Hall. Ranger Hannah says that she expected the first class to fill up quickly, but she did not realize a second class would fill up in a day.
Union County’s JC Baker Lodge hosted a Scholarship Fundraiser Breakfast on Saturday, February 16. Members began to arrive for preparation at 4:00am with the breakfast being served from 7:00 – 11:00am. The goal of the breakfast was for lodge members to do their part in helping students from the community further their educations. Initially the goal was to kick this off as an annual event and with much support and success that goal seems hopeful.
Small Business Expo
Hosted by Maynardville Public Library
296 Main St, Maynardville, Tennessee 37807
Saturday, March 23, 2019 at 9 AM – 1 PM
Our 3rd Annual Expo to showcase the many small businesses in Union County. Drop by to see what our county has to offer and support these local businesses.
If you are a business owner looking to attend fill out the following google form by March 15th
"We invite all area Worship Leaders, Pastors, and Faith community leaders to come together on the last Thursday of each month at Hardee's at 7:30 am. This is to be a time of fellowship, prayer, and discussion about how we as a community of Faith can work together to have a positive impact on our county. All are welcome!" For more information please contact Kathy Chesney at 865-566-3289.
Stephen E. Griffith, age 65, of Corryton, TN received his angel wings Monday, March 18, 2019. He is preceded in death by his parents, Claude Warner Griffith and Doris Jacqueline Griffith. He is survived by his wife, Debbie; children, Carrie Griffith, Samantha (Frank) Lord, Marcus (Kayla) Atkins and Chris Griffith; sister, Susan (Bob) Tebbitt; brother, Scott (Laura) Griffith; grandchildren, Samuel, Ethan, Sarah Elizabeth, Ella Kate, Zane, Caleb, Daniel and Ava.
Michael E. Nicley age 61 of Maynardville passed away on Sunday, March 17, 2019, at his home. Retired auto mechanic from Treece Auto Repair. Preceded in death by his father Edward Nicley and sister, Christine Nicley. Survived by his wife of 38 years, Shelia Nicley; mother, Madge Workman; children, Jonya Coffey (Bryan), Bubby King, Jonathan Nicley (Christy), Jamie Cheeks, Jennifer Graham (Jay); fifteen grandchildren; one great-grandchild.
Earl B. Walker-age 100 of Knoxville passed away Monday morning, March 18, 2019 at his home. He was a U. S. Army Veteran of World War II. He loved singing with the old harp singers. Earl loved his family and his happiest memories were of his family. He was also very proud of reaching his 100th birthday and celebrated it March 10, 2019 with his friends and new family at Deane Hill Place where he had lived the last 10 years. Preceded in death by wife: Cleo Nicely Walker; infant son, Bobby Walker; parents, Oscar and Coker Walker; siblings, twin-sister, Ireland D.
Helen M. Harris Burrell, 87 of Knoxville, passed away on March 17, 2019 following a short illness. She was a member of Redemption Harvest Church of Knoxville.
She was preceded in death by her parents Dotha Hughes and Eunice Hughes; first husband Verlon Lionel Harris; second husband Max E. Burrell; as well as all her brothers and sisters.
She is survived by her son David Harris (Sharon), grandson Timothy Harris (Christy) and two great-grandsons Nolan and Luke Harris, in addition to many nieces and nephews.
John W Dukes of Maryville passed away Friday, March 15 2019. He is preceded in death by wife Jo Dukes; parents Robert & Vina Mae; brother Larry “Bud” (Sue); and sister Nancy. He is survived by daughters Anita Craig of Ooltewah; Lori Nelson (Bryan) of Sweetwater and son Spencer of Nashville; grandchildren Jason (Jessica) Cooper of Maryville and Hillary Cooper of Indianapolis; 6 great-grandchildren; several nieces & nephews; and Dr. Bob Dukes, Rock Dukes and Susan Pilkay with whom he had a special bond.
Alvin Doyle Atkins, age 78, passed away March 15, 2019. Preceded in death by mother, Ruth Keeney and father, Dana Atkins. Survived by wife Dorothy Williams Atkins, sons Alvin and Tonya Atkins and Brian and Leslie Atkins, grandchildren Charles, Elizabeth, Bridget, Brandon, and Brayden, step-grandson Austin (Charity), great-grandchildren Mercedes, Aiden, and Thea, several nieces and nephews. Family will receive friends 5:00-7:00pm Monday, March 18, 2019, at Mynatt Funeral Home Halls Chapel with service to follow.
John Thomas Keck-age 27 of Corryton passed away Tuesday evening, March 12, 2019 at his home. Preceded in death by mother, Regina Ann Keck.
Survivors: father, Carl Johnny Keck, Corryton; sisters, Emily Keck of Maynardville; Hannah Gillespie of Lebanon, TN; brothers, Justin Keck of Nashville; Aaron Anderson of Huntland, TN; grandmother, Linda and Rodney O’Brien of Blaine; uncle, David Kitts of Halls. Several nieces, nephews, cousins and a host of friends.
James Douglas "J.D." Killion passed away, March 15, 2019, at Norris Health and Rehab Center, following a lengthy illness. He was born November 2, 1933 in New Tazewell, TN. He was a member of Emory Pike American Christian Church. J.D. was a member of the U.S. Air Force. He is preceded in death by his parents, James M. and Mossie V. Killion; his first wife, D. Blanche Cox Killion and by his second wife M. Jane Cole Killion. J.D. is survived by his daughter Sheila K.
Fred Parrott, Jr., age 85, passed away March 13, 2019. He was a member of Alice Bell Baptist Church. Fred was a proud veteran of the US Army, serving during the Korean War. He was a devoted father and grandfather who loved his family deeply. Left to cherish his memory are wife of 66 years, Marykate "Katie" Parrott; sons Phil (Connie) and Todd (Chris); grandchildren Christopher (Melissa), Krystle (Daniel) and Abbey (Sean). In lieu of flowers memorial donations can be made to the Alice Bell Baptist Church Building Fund, 3305 Alice Bell Road, Knoxville, TN., 37917.
Volley H. Cunningham age 60 of Knoxville went to be with Jesus on Tuesday, March 12, 2019. He was such a kind and loving person, and was always concerned for his family. He loved his family, friends and the family pets. Always willing to lend a hand to help anyone in need. He loved woodworking and making things, one of his hobbies was building things including houses for the family pets and other various projects. He loved gardening and created many family garden projects. He grew prize winning tomatoes which he lovingly gave away to others. He enjoyed singing country and gospel songs.