How Warm My Bed

How Warm My Bed

Mincey’s Musings
Year One, Week Two

How Warm My Bed

Today is January 8, 2018. The first week of the New Year has ended, and the second has begun with a small icing that has closed schools throughout East Tennessee and caused several wrecks. The New Year began with a week of bone chilling cold felt throughout most of the United States, particularly in the East and South.
I began my New Year with some reading. One thing I found was a reference to the location of beds in homes. This caused me to do some pondering and reminiscing.
In the early days of our country’s history, especially in log cabins, the entire living area consisted of one room. Some of the more advanced log cabins had lofts, where children’s beds were reached by climbing wall-embedded pegs. These cabins had only fireplaces for heating, regrettably allowing much of the heat to escape “up the flue”. In the wilderness cold everyone wished to be as close to sources of warmth as possible; therefore, it was not only customary, but desirable, for beds to be located as close to fireplaces as practicable without fear of bedding catching fire.

In later years, log cabins (partly through necessity, partly through fashion) were replaced by frame or weatherboard houses. At their debut, clapboard houses were a sign of wealth. Nails were often costly and hard to come by, and many log cabins were constructed entirely without nails. The advancement of industry made nails more readily available and construction of larger homes easier. To be fashionable, some cabin dwellers covered their beautiful exterior logs with weatherboards. Log cabins with exposed exterior walls, once necessary, then frowned upon, later nostalgic, are again fashionable. Ironically, it is now a sign of luxury and wealth for a family to own a log cabin!
Early frame houses, though larger, often were no warmer in the cold winters than their log cabin predecessors. I was privileged to live from ages six through almost nineteen in the two story frame house that was the Burl Warwick family farmhouse. The Warwick farm included what is now Green Acres subdivision and several acres on both sides of what is now Luttrell Road. Mrs. Burl (Mary) Warwick’s maiden name was Waddington, and that family’s estate connected to the Warwick holdings, extending through a portion of the Walker Ford Valley closest to the City of Maynardville.

The front porch step of the Warwick house was a quarried rock slab. The foundation was comprised of huge rocks that also appeared to have been quarried. Huge beams were laid on top of these foundation stones, and flooring and framing was nailed to these beams.

The partially finished room over the living room revealed framing constructed of actual 2 X 4 sawmill lumber, the unpainted inner side of the weatherboarding, the roof support, and the chimney.

The strength of the interior pine tongue-and-groove boards nailed to actual 2 X 4s provided increased strength, allowing the span of exterior framing to be greater than the customary 16-inch centers of current construction. The inside walls continued after decades of seeping sap on the hottest days.

The outside weatherboarding was unpainted until my family began living there in 1971, at which time it was painted white. The house did not have gutters, so when the roof received a coat of metallic silver paint that quickly washed off, the rocks along the foundation to prevent mud and splashing received the benefit. While the downstairs rooms endured several coats of paint over the years, the unpainted stairwell and upstairs exhibited dimly penciled names and dates of farmhands.

The house did not have trussed roof supports, only rafters attached to a ridge board at top, additionally supported by collar beams. The roof had one leak at the front gable over the window in the unfinished upstairs room. My father had a huge barrel there, and frequently he would open the window and empty the barrel.

The kitchen had one chimney that extended through the roof for a cook stove. The main chimney was located in the middle of the front part of the house. It was constructed of field stone to approximately half the height of upstairs, finished with brick that protruded just above the ridge of the roof. There was no provision for heating upstairs, but two fireplaces on the ground floor shared the chimney—one in the living room and one in the bedroom. As in log cabins, most of the heat escaped through the “flue”. Jack Warwick once told us that his mother would set her milk and eggs next to the living room fireplace, and they would still freeze on the coldest nights. The contents of chamber pots also froze during such weather.

At the time my family lived there, the fireplaces were covered with tin and the house was heated by a coal or wood stove located in the living room. The soot that accumulated at the bottom of the fireplace once caught fire, proving a fire hazard. Thereafter, occasionally the tin would be pulled back so the soot could be removed.

My father insisted in having his bed in the room with the heating stove. This was inconvenient, as Dad went to bed early and insisted that everyone else in the house be in bed no later than 9:00 p.m. I never got used to Dad’s bed being in the living room. I can remember two previous houses where we lived, both located in the City of Maynardville. Though they were also heated by coal or wood stoves located in the living room, Dad had his bed in the bedroom closest to the living room. Both of those houses had sheetrock walls, and perhaps Dad thought they were warmer.

The Jack Warwick house was technically located in the Maynardville city limits, but not “downtown”. Also, the walls were plank, and daylight could be seen through the walls on the sunniest and clearest of days, and that probably made Dad feel colder. One thing all those houses had in common—none ever saw one day of insulation. It was warm close to the stove, even hot, but the extremities were slightly warmer than the outside temperature.

Sometimes, my own bed was in the living room. From roughly Christmas break to mid-March every year, Dad insisted that I sleep on a “rollaway” cot at the foot of his bed in front of the stove. I put myself to sleep many nights watching the flames cast shadows on the ceiling as they shone through the damper in the stove’s door. (Dad would be surprised if he knew how many nights I now choose to sleep on the loveseat in the living room!)

While it seemed nothing could be done about the cracks in the walls, Dad would duct tape and fill each crack in every door and window leading from the living room and kitchen with rolled newspaper to “keep the cold out”. Doors so “weatherized” were only opened for infrequent visitors, to store or bring in the cot, to go to school, church or the store, or to get more coal or wood.

The house had electricity when my family lived there. The living room and kitchen each had two double outlets, the downstairs bedroom one. The kitchen had two double outlets and one plug for an electric stove. Each of the two rooms upstairs had one electric light with a pull chain—no light switch. There was neither light nor electricity in the stairwell, though the closet under the stairwell accessed from the living room had a light on an extension cord. (I never knew where or how that cord was connected.) The front and back porch had ceiling lights. An extension cord ran from the back porch light to the outhouse. Observant neighbors might know that if the back porch light was on after dark that some form of elimination might be occurring!

But electricity has little effect on heating a house without insulation. I once tried to heat the bedroom after Dad’s death with a portable 110V electric space heater, but all I did was manage to melt an extension cord and almost burn the house down. Needless to say, I love propane fireplaces and heat pumps!

I do not know when the Warwick farmhouse was constructed, though I assume in the late 1800s or early 1900s. After we moved, the house received some upgrades, including an indoor bathroom and a dryer connection. The building endured years of wonders, weather, and woodpeckers. Sadly, the house burned on August 21, 1997, resulting in the deaths of four children. I loved living there, but all I have left are memories, a few pictures, and one piece of the weatherboarding and the front porch step I retrieved after the fatal fire.
Next week I hope to share another winter tale.

(A special thank you to Connie Buckner for providing me with older pictures of the house and owners and to Doug Osborne of Cooke-Campbell Mortuary for providing the date of the fire.)



Are You Ready?

Archie Wilson

1 Peter 3:15 KJV
[15] But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:


Tripping into Christmas, Part 2

Brooke Cox

“Here you go.” Timmy lays his red and green house shoe down on his bed in front of Tripp.
“This will be a comfortable bed for you.” He pushes down inside it with his finger. “See? It has a thick foam insole.”
Tripp looks up to Timmy and raises an eyebrow. “You want me to sleep in your stinky house shoe?”
“It’s not stinky!” Timmy protests. “My Mamaw gave them to me last year and I only wore them when she was here.”
Tripp pulls glitter out of his pocket and sprinkles it inside the house shoe. “Just in case.”
“Very funny. Now hop in the shoe please.”

Give a Kid the World

Ronnie Mincey

Mincey’s Musings
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.

Chiropractic and Professional Baseball and Football

Chiropractic and Professional Baseball and Football

Chiropractic’s integration into professional sports medical teams has resulted in the creation of the Professional Baseball Chiropractic Society (PBCS). The first annual PBCS workshop was held in March 2015. Many of the team chiropractors in Major League Baseball were in attendance as well as a few from Minor League Baseball. This first seminar even included a surprise visit from former MLB manager Joe Torre, who took some time to address those in attendance on how beneficial chiropractic was not only to him, but also to the players on the teams he managed.

Parallel Parking

Parallel Parking

Can you parallel park? I did once, only once. I quit while I was ahead. It is hard to do. I need a forty acre field on a good day. How I ever got through life without bumping fenders trying to park, I'll never know. Yes, I do. I always looked for a diagonal parking space or a parking garage where the attendant parked my car.

A Weird Twist on Snow

A Weird Twist on Snow

A lot of folks had their first taste of snow recently, and since snow is more welcome during the Christmas season, I decided to use it as this week’s topic. Trouble is I’ve written several articles about snow in the past, so I had to dig harder to find something fresh to write about. I did find something surprising, that I’d have to classify as weird science. It involves something called heavy water, so prepare to go sub-atomic.


Chocolate Bon Bons

Chocolate Bon Bons

My favorite kind of chocolate to work with is cocoa. However, that doesn't work for making dipping chocolate. At least I don't know how to do that. I have several candy recipes I make every Christmas, but Anne's favorite is my Chocolate Bon Bons.

I came across this candy recipe a few years ago. It certainly didn't look like a candy recipe. What candy lists flour among its ingredients? This is the only one I know of.

Action on SR-33 and SR-61 Pending – You Can Make a Difference

The Tennessee North Rural Planning Organization (RPO) meets on Thursday the 13th of December to prioritize TDOT funded road projects in the RPOs seven county region. Union County does not have any TDOT projects under construction, although the SR-33 project from the Knox County Line to South of SR-144 was recently moved to the Construction Phase.

2018 Year End Tax Planning

What a wonderful time of the year! Celebrating Christmas and the New Year with family and friends, good food, memories of Christmas’ past and creating new memories. The New Year is a time for making resolutions and planning for changes we would like to experience in our lives in the coming year. With only four weeks remaining in 2018, we are running out of opportunities to take advantage of tax planning.

Andrew Ernest Morgan: Controller of Water, Mover of Men

Andrew Ernest Morgan

Most of us probably do not even recognize the name of Arthur Ernest Morgan; yet for those of us living in the the rural communities of the Tennessee Valley, Morgan should be remembered every time we switch on our lights or plug in our computers. Arthur Morgan was the first Director of the Tennessee Valley Authority, but he was much more than just a political appointee or bureaucratic figurehead. Morgan, a civil engineer, was an expert in water flow and water control. He was a hands on director who busied himself with the most intimate parts of the TVA: the inner workings of the dams and the communities they served. As an engineer, he designed the dams, made the earth move, mined the rock, and poured the concrete. As a visionary, he designed communities with energy efficient housing and environmental consideration. As an educator, Morgan saw the need to teach the people to use better farming practices and to train people to use electricity to make their daily chores easier.


Need A Ride To Church

Sunday, December 23, 2018 - 10:00
Need A Ride To Church

Fellowship Christian Church located at 746 Tazewell Pike Luttrell TN 37779 will pickup anyone in the local area needing a ride to church. Call Sam at 865-607-3741 to schedule a ride.

Worship Services

Sunday School 10:00 AM
Sunday Worship Service 11:00 A.M
Sunday Evening Service 6:30 P.M
Wednesday Service 7:00 P.M

UCBPA Meeting

Thursday, January 10, 2019 - 12:00

UCBPA meets the second Tuesday of each month for approximately one hour. Membership is $25 annually. The meeting begins at noon at Hardee's in Maynardville. Anyone interested in making Union County a better place to live, work, worship, or play may attend.

Union County Election Commission Meeting

Thursday, January 10, 2019 - 14:30
Union County Election Commission

Union County Election Commission meets on the 2nd Thursday of each month at 2:30pm in room 101 of the Union County Courthouse to conduct election business which comes before the commission pursuant to its duties listed in, but not limited to TCA $2-12-116, and to conduct any other business that may come before the election commission at that time. Union County Election Commission, 901 Main Street, Suite 108, Maynardville, TN 37807, (865) 992-3471


Tony Lynn "Pap" Brogdon, Sr.

Tony Lynn Brogdon, Sr. “Pap”-age 58 of Knoxville passed away Monday, December 17, 2018 surrounded by members of his close family. He was a member of Stonewall Baptist Church. Tony was a dump truck driver but worked with skills second to none.

He is survived by his five children, Tony Brogdon, Jr., William Brogdon, Brandy Brogdon, Sheridan Brogdon and wife, Janet; Dixie Hopson and husband, Josh. He had many grandkids and siblings who loved him dearly and he will be missed. In lieu of flowers, the family ask for donations to be made toward Pap’s funeral service in his name.

Martha E. Berkley

Martha E. Berkley, age 92 of Knoxville passed away December 16, 2018. She was a member of Washington Pike Baptist Church. Martha retired from Knox County Circuit Court. She was a strong Christian woman, a devoted mother, and a loving wife. Preceded in death by William G. Berkley; parents Herman E. and Cassie Turner; brother H. Eugene Turner Jr.; granddaughter Jill Berry. Survived by daughter, Sharon B. Kirkland and husband Garrett; sons, Tobe Cowden and wife Chela, and Mike Berkley; 5 grandchildren; 7 great-grandchildren; 2 great-great-grandchildren.

Goneau Gentry Heath

Goneau Gentry Heath was born August 20, 1921 and went to her heavenly home on December 13, 2018 at the age of 97. Goneau was a longtime member of North Knoxville Baptist Church. She was preceded in death by her father, Cleve Gentry and her mother, Bonnie Stooksbury Gentry; Aunt who raised her, Cora Stooksbury; husband of 51 years, K.C. Heath; Brothers, Ray and Carson Gentry; Sister, Jessie Beeler; Granddaughter, Julie Hourigan; Son-in-law, James "Jim" Bean.

Wanda Faye Henry

Wanda Faye Henry, age 81, of Corryton joined her husband in heaven on December 12, 2018 at Tennova Powell. Member of Clear Springs Baptist Church. Preceded in death by husband Harvey Henry; parents Luke and Elizabeth Everett; sisters Juanita Boling, Iola Chandler, Lelia Davis; and brother David Everett.

Rev. Gains Harrell Lewis, Sr.

Rev. Gains Harrell Lewis, Sr.-age 86 of Maynardville went to his Heavenly Home Friday morning, December 14, 2018. Harrell, above everything else, loved the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour and preached and witnessed so others would do the same. He was saved and was a member of Hubbs Grove Baptist Church and attended Fellowship Christian Church. He had pastored Leatherwood Baptist Church and Head of Barren Baptist Church. He was proud to be a lifetime citizen of Maynardville, Tennessee and was well-known and had many friends and family.

Betty Sue Baumgardner

Betty Sue Baumgardner – age 77 of Washburn, passed away on Tuesday, December 11, 2018. She was a member of Mount Calvary Baptist Church in Knoxville. Betty was a loving wife and enjoyed crocheting and quilting.

She is preceded in death by parents, Edgar and Dorothy Glover; sisters, Mary Ann Glover and Nell Harper. Betty is survived by loving husband of 60 years, Reverend Albert “Dick” Baumgardner; sister, Jenntte; brother, Edward Glover; and several nieces and nephews.

Jesse D. Coffman

Jesse D. “J.D.” Coffman-age 89 of Washburn passed away peacefully Thursday morning, December 13, 2018 at his home. He was a U. S. Army Veteran of the Korean War. J. D. was a member of Central View American Christian Church, Washburn.

Nicole "Nicky" Tyson

Nicole “Nicky” Tyson, age 42, passed away on December 11, 2018. She was an outgoing woman who never met a stranger. She was the happiest when surrounded by family, friends, and her fur babies, whom she was very passionate about. Nicky could light up any room she walked in and will be missed by many. She is survived by fiancé Kenny Thomas, daughter April Tyson (Boo), sons Nicholas Gene Beaver and Hunter Dylan Leon Foster, parents Janice and Jim Shipley, granddaughter Payton McKenzie Abshire, close cousin/sister Kelly Williams, and many aunts, uncles, and cousins.

Charles "Charlie" Winton Campbell

Campbell, Charles "Charlie" Winton, age 68 of Corryton, adored daddy and the most treasured grandpa, was welcomed into the arms of his Lord and Savior on, Wednesday, December 12, 2018. Awaiting this great reunion day was Charlie's sweetheart and the love of his life, Glenda Kay Campbell, his beloved wife. Also preceding his death are; parents Henderson & Ruth Campbell and sister Katherine Ann Campbell.

Sonja Denise Brown

Sonja Denise Brown-age 53 of Luttrell passed away Tuesday, December 11, 2018 at her home. She was a member of Mynatt Road Baptist Church in Halls. Preceded in death by father, Leonard Allen Ridenour.

Survivors: husband, David Lee Brown; mother, Reba Evelyn Ridenour; brother, Ronnie Lynn Ridenour and wife, Donna; sister, Donna Michelle Gordon and husband, Gerald. Several nieces, nephews and a host of friends.

Graveside service and interment 12 Noon Saturday, December 15, 2018, Dyer Cemetery, Powder Springs. Arrangements by Cooke-Campbell Mortuary, Maynardville.

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