At Wilson Park, over 100 vendors competed for various booth awards at the 2019 Union County Heritage Festival last Saturday. A&B Bookkeeping & Tax Service claimed The Rocky Top award for the best portrayal of the festival theme. The Best Heritage Award for the best example of Union County history portrayed in a craft went to Martin Shafer for making maul handles on an Ole' Time Hit 'n Miss Engine & Lathe. Ralph Webster of Webster's Woodcrafts won Best Unique Craft Item for his handmade Black Walnut Bowl.
Hanging by a Thread
I didn’t really want to do it, but I was backed into a corner.
A few summers ago, Tim was injured and the doctor didn’t want him to do any strenuous activities for a couple of weeks. That included mowing the yard. I think that bothered him more than anything else because he is very particular about the yard.
Of course the grass grew during those two weeks and it drove Tim crazy. I suggested paying somebody to mow it. He suggested I mow around the house for now. He could get the back yard later. I wasn’t too keen on his idea.
You see, I hadn’t mowed since we moved a few years ago. And I hadn’t missed it at all. Our previous house sat next door to my mamaw and papaw’s house. Tim and I always mowed both yards, which were about two and a half hilly acres with some steep slopes. Hey, it’s East Tennessee.
The slope I dreaded mowing the most was next to my grandparent’s house because it was short and very steep. I couldn’t ride the mower up and down it because their house was too close to it in some places.
As I drove the lawn mower across it, I desperately clung onto the steering wheel. Why did I hang on for dear life? Because I had perspired so much that I kept sliding off the seat.
Even though we don’t have steeps slopes like that at our house now, I still wasn’t comfortable mowing. And I wasn’t used to Tim’s riding mower either he had at that time.
He told me I would be fine as long as I drove slowly. And he reassured me he would sit on the front porch until I finished. So I donned some old clothes, put my hair in a ponytail, hopped on the mower and took off.
The first couple of rounds around the house went fine. Every time I drove by in the front yard, Tim smiled and gave me a thumbs up from his comfortable chair on the porch. Then came my next lap.
As I neared a tree in the front yard, I realized a spider was dangling on its web from a low limb. A large long legged icky brown spider.
Oh the horror!
I quickly assessed my dire situation. If I veered to the left, I would have driven into the tree trunk. If I swerved to the right, I wouldn’t completely avoid the spider. Like I was going to chance having that eight legged thing get on me.
I did consider stopping, backing up, and just totally mowing around the dangling spider, but I couldn’t do that either. If I did, the strip of grass under it wouldn’t get mowed and that would bother Tim.
That left me with only option. Right before the lawnmower reached the spider, I jumped off of it. After it mowed under the spider, I jumped back on it and continued on my merry way.
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
To be honest, I was rather proud of myself. I managed not only to avoid the dangling spider, but also to cut the grass underneath it.
That changed when I started my next lap around the front of the house. There stood Tim out in the yard with his arms extended and hands palm up in the air. He yelled at me to stop.
I did and as he stomped over to me, I innocently asked, “What?” What else could it beside my lawnmower dismount?
“You don’t jump off a lawn mower when it’s going!” He barked.
“There was spider dangling from the tree and I was not about to get it on me.” In my mind, nothing else needed to be said.
“I just swat them out of the way,” he argued. I couldn’t believe he said that, especially since he knew how I felt about spiders. In my story, “Spider in my Face,” Tim learned the hard way my fear of them while we were on a date many years ago.
Again he said, “You don’t jump off a lawn mower when it’s moving!”
“Not the way you mow,” I argued. “I was going three miles an hour. What was going to happen? You think the mower would get away from me, climb the embankment, crash through the privacy fence, plow through the yard next to us, and jump the curb? And it would do all this while going three miles an hour with me running behind it?”
Let’s just say, we agreed to disagree and I haven’t mowed since.
In all fairness, when I avoided that spider, I felt as if I had avoided evil.
“Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men. Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away.” Proverbs 4: 14-15 (KJV)
There is always a way to avoid temptations and other bad things. It may not be conventional and/or convenient, but you can do it. Let me tell you, bad things can be like my dangling spider. Once it is on you, it’s not that easy to get off and it will probably bite you at least once.
A few years ago, we bought a zero turn mower. I like to call it Tim’s zero turn yacht. It’s his happy place. And no, I have never mowed with it and I probably won’t since it doesn’t appear to be as easy to jump off of as the riding mower.
There was “More Fiddlin' Around” as fiddle lovers of all ages welcomed competitors in Union County Heritage Festival's Second Annual Fiddle Contest on Saturday, October 5, 2019. Amateur fiddlers took the stage and performed their best renditions of some fiddle favorites. While the judges were wrestling with very difficult decisions, all of the fiddle participants and several of the guitar, string bass, and mandolin players leaped to the stage to entertain the crowd with an impromptu performance of several popular fiddle tunes.
The Union County Historical Society sponsored the Heritage Festival Quilt Show at the Union County Museum & Genealogical Library. More than thirty quilts lined the museum balcony. Ellen Perry and Patricia Campbell coordinated the event.
Connie Johnsey won Best of Show for her quilt entitled “Harvest Spice”. Best Heritage Quilt was Kim Beeler's “Diary Quilt” that reflected memories of loved ones that "walk beside us every day".
Other awards included the following:
My thoughts were of “Sleeping Beauty” and “Rumpelstiltskin” as Tim I walked down the line of vendors at the Union County Farmer’s Market. We were searching for the lady with a spinning wheel since I was to conduct an interview with her.
“There she is!” Tim pointed, but I still couldn’t see a spinning wheel anywhere; in fact, I didn’t notice it until we reached her tent. You see, I had assumed all spinning wheels were made like the ones mentioned in old fairy tales. I had assumed wrong.
Since it is my birthday, I decided to write about my birthplace and the historic sign at its site: the old Ailor Mill on Route 144, Ailor Gap Road. Of course, this is not really my birthplace, but as a four-year-old I did believe my father when he said that it was. My real birthplace was in a 1958 Chevrolet in Claiborne County, but that's another story. It may not have been that mill on that site, but simply a barn constructed there after the old mill was torn down. Regardless, I believed it to be true and now a historic marker commemorates the site.
More than 14,000 children are treated for backpack-related injuries each year, according to the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission. Can these childhood injuries result in long-term back problems or chronic pain?
By the age of 14, seven percent of children report that back pain affects their everyday life. The lumbar (lower) spine is vulnerable to injury when children carry heavy loads. Such injuries may also lead to early degenerative changes in the lower spine.
And it’s not just the weight you carry in your backpack, but how you carry it.
On Sunday morning, I get up and get ready for church. I have gathered all the materials I will need for the day on the Saturday night prior—clothes, Sunday school booklet, Bible and commentaries. This way, I don’t have to rush to get things done and can sleep a little later than would otherwise be possible. All I have to do is get up, shower, shave, put on my clothes, and grab my Sunday school bag before heading out the door.
Back in the early and mid-1800s the industrial age and a growing population created a demand for raw materials to make products, especially from wood and metals such as iron and lead. Our area had metal ore deposits to produce pig iron in locally owned furnaces fueled by charcoal and coke. Pig iron needed to be shipped to big cities like Chattanooga where it was refined and made into metal products such as tools and farm implements.
The year 2005 was momentous for me. I had been looking for work in an ever widening circle from Athens. I had interviewed in Monroe, Loudon, Bradley, McMinn, and sent applications to every school district that I could drive to in 45 minutes.
Finally in August, I sent applications to Knox and Hamilton counties, even as I cringed at the commute time it would be to any school in those counties. Two weeks after I had sent those applications, I received a phone call from the principal of an elementary school at the northern tip of Hamilton County.
When I was a kid, the fall of the year was butchering time. Dad usually had a castrated boar that he had fattened up for the kill. I never understood why a farmer would fatten up a pig. You can only use so much lard. Anyway, I have a question for you. Have you ever made scrapple? I remember when the pig's head would be cooked and all the meat carefully cut or pulled away from the bone. Sounds gross, doesn't it? Head cheese is good but it is a bit different from my recipe for scrapple. Do you have some pork sausage languishing in your freezer? Here's a use for it.
Kenneth “Dink” Brown Benefit Saturday, November 2nd 4pm - 8pm
Kenneth “Dink” Brown of Luttrell received a kidney transplant on September 17, 2019. This benefit is to help them with medical expenses and household bills. He will not be able to work for around 3 months. 100% of the proceeds go directly to The Brown Family.
The next regular workshop and meeting of the Union County Board of Education will be held at Union County High School on Thursday, September 12, 2019. The workshop will begin at 6:00 p.m. with the meeting immediately to follow.
Extension of Dr. James E. Carter's contract as Director of the Union County Public Schools will be discussed and considered for approval at this meeting.
Inez Evon Shelton-age 93 of Washburn passed away Monday afternoon, October 21, 2019 at her home. She was a member of Mt. Eager Baptist Church since she was 9 years old. She received her Masters Degree of Science from the University of Tennessee and taught school in the Grainger County School System for 41 years. She was preceded in death by grandparents, Paris and Lucinda (Williams) Hamilton, Samuel and Nora (Nicely) Shelton; parents, Rev.
Charles Kerekes-age 62 of Knoxville passed away Saturday afternoon October 19, 2019 at the home of his daughter. He was a loving father and grandfather. He worked at Dalton Foundry in Kendallville, Indiana for 30 years. Preceded in death by his wife, Marlene Kerekes; parents, John Kerekes and Mary Toth; brother, Andrew Kerekes, sister, Wanda Kay Kerekes Potter.
Survivors are daughter, Sarah Campos, grandchildren, Aryana and Jaydon Campos, brother, James Kerekes and several nephews.
Brenda Oleda “Williams” Hutson-age 72 of Luttrell joined the Heavenly Choir Wednesday evening, October 16, 2019 at her home surrounded by her loving family. She was a lifelong member of Mountain View Church of God of the Union Assembly. Retired employee of Atlantic Research Corporation, Knoxville. Preceded in death by great-granddaughter, Isabella Grace Nicely; parents, James A. and Pearlie Williams; brother, Doffise Williams; sister, Lela Williams.
Melba Jennilee Brewer Kitts-age 86 of Knoxville went home to join her family circle unbroken. The angels set her spirit free peacefully Tuesday evening, October 15, 2019 at her home with her family by her side. She was a member of Dante Church of God. She loved to sing and spread the word of God. Devoted caretaker to many family and friends. Her legacy will continue through her children and those she influenced by interaction of her faith in Jesus Christ. At last she is Home where there is: “Peace in The Valley”.