It is a great time to be a coffee drinker in Maynardville. Whether you are waking up early headed to work, finishing up the morning school drop offs, or just plain love to guzzle coffee all day, with one sip you will be sure to add a new stop to your daily route. Liquid Lightning, a local veteran owned and operated coffee shop, has opened their doors and put the go-juice on to brew with a goal of bringing delicious coffee, lots of laughs, and a sense of joy and comfort to the community.
When I think about it, I still have to shake my head.
Many people called my papaw by his initials: E.O. Years ago, there was a little neighbor boy who called Papaw “Eeyore” instead of E.O. While we all thought it was so cute, it really didn’t fit Papaw. He was nothing like the Eeyore of A. A. Milne’s creation in “Winnie the Pooh.” Papaw didn’t go around grumbling and he didn’t have floppy ears or a tail that that kept falling off. Instead, he had a positive attitude and a heart of gold, but he was also very accident prone.
At this time, Tim and I still lived next door to my grandparents’ house. Our house was a little further up the hill from them and we all shared a front driveway.
Late one afternoon, I was cooking in the kitchen when I heard the front door open. I peeked around the corner and there stood Papaw. He was fidgeting from foot to foot. “I need to talk to Tim.”
My heart jumped into my throat. I knew he had some kind of accident. I didn’t ask him why or what. To be honest, I didn’t want to know. When I told Tim Papaw needed to talk to him, his eyes bulged. Tim took in a big breath and walked out with Papaw.
I waited inside with baited breath. Soon, Tim came back in, shaking his head. “You need to go look at your car.”
The back of my neck tightened. “Why do I need to look at my car?”
“You just need to look.” With that, I followed Tim out the front door. As soon as I stepped off the front porch, I saw the front of my car. It seemed to be okay. Papaw was standing next to the driver’s side and his farm truck was very close to my car and parked at a very close angle.
This was not good.
I didn’t think there was a way to park like that without hitting the other car and I was right.
Upon reaching my car, I gasped. In the front left fender was a long deep gash. Scraggly scratches emanated out from it. What was left of the side mirror was hanging by a thread. The door handles and the chrome trim were mangled. There was a long scrape down to the metal that ran down the side of my car.
My car’s fate was sealed earlier that afternoon when Papaw’s surgeon had cleared him to drive again.
While Papaw was recuperating, my uncle tended the cattle for him. He parked Papaw’s farm truck up next to my house with the tailgate down. But my papaw always kept his tailgate up and parked in front of his house.
Papaw was so excited to tend to his cattle again. He had been cooped up in the house and I think that was harder on him than the surgery. He loved being out on the farm with his cows and the Lord.
So, my eager Papaw hopped into his farm truck without taking the time to check the tailgate. As he backed out, the tailgate slammed into my fender and it flipped up. The tailgate scraped down the side of my car as Papaw proceeded to back out.
“I am so sorry.” Papaw lowered his head. “I’ll make sure your car gets fixed and I’ll pay the deductible.”
Even though I was a writer, at that moment, I was at a loss for words. My brain was still adjusting to the shock of what had happened to my car. One minute it was sitting in the driveway; minding its own business and the next it was gouged and scraped.
“Nobody got hurt,” was all I said. Fussing and yelling at somebody doesn’t undue the problem or the mistake. It just makes it worse.
Besides, just a couple of months prior, we were worried he wouldn’t make it. He came through a medical ordeal that some people wouldn’t have survived. I was thankful to still have him. He meant more to me than the car.
Papaw looked up at me and gave a small smile.
I knew I had done the right thing. And I knew he would make sure my car was repaired.
The next time you feel yourself become upset or angry, take a second to think of something to be thankful for and say a quick prayer of thanks. That will help you calm down and keep some perspective.
Fortunately, Papaw was on the insurance company’s board and they knew him well. They were used to him calling with all of his unusual accidents. In fact, I think they probably expect something like that every time he called them.
Once Tim and I went back inside, I had a thought. I asked Tim, “I know that had to have caused a loud noise. Hello, it was metal scraping against metal. Why didn’t Papaw hear it?”
Tim shrugged. “Maybe he has selective hearing?”
That made sense. Papaw always heard my mom, Sara, and myself, when we talked to him, but he never heard my Mamaw when she talked.
“And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.” Colossians 3:15 (KJV)
I got a call from Aaron Russell the other day. He was checking to see how I was doing. He hadn't talked with me in a while. During the conversation, he mentions that he likes to bake bread. Not just any bread, but salt-rising bread. He described the process as well as how good the bread tastes. That got me thinking.
Fresh pie cherries aren't available in February. That's okay. Food City does my canning for me these days. They have one pound cans of red tart cherries on the shelf every day. I call them sour cherries.
Do you really think George cut down a cherry tree? Do you really think he fested up to the deed? Naw. George was known as a ladies man. I wouldn't be surprised if he did tell a lie now and then.
Blaise Pascal once said, “The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing… We know truth, not only by reason, but also by the heart.”
Pascal was a genius and a genuine polymath who lived in the 17th century. To cover his accomplishments and body of work would require volumes, which have already been written. I want to focus on the concept he so poetically illustrated above – the ever-present battle between the head and the heart. Specifically,
Here is a fudge recipe I made a long time ago, that is, if you call 1981 a long time ago. Fudge recipes have evolved over the years. They are easier to make now. Just cook up some sugar and evaporated milk. Add chocolate and marshmallow cream and you have fudge. But it is not the same as the old fashioned variety. Oldsters will agree with me. (I will share one of those recipes at a later date.).
Failed back surgery (continued low back and leg pain after surgery) is relatively common according to a new report from the Boston University School of Medicine. With each reoperation, success, as defined by pain reduction, becomes less likely and most patients do not improve. However, preliminary studies using a simple procedure to remove scar tissue or adhesions suggests a new treatment could help those with post-surgical, chronic low back pain.
I have had a beautiful beer stein since World War II. My brother, Rodney, sent it back from Germany. He was part of a Navy goodwill tour that started at England then went on to Germany. He sent back two beer steins and a Black Forest coo coo clock from there.
When he returned home, Rod took back the coo coo clock and one beer stein. That left me with one beer stein. I have placed that beautiful beer stein in a prominent place in my home as I moved around the country. It is time to give it a permanent home while I am still here to do so.
Join us for our annual Mom's night out. Monday, February 25, at six pm when April Shepherd, from the Smoky Mountain Home Education Association will be speaking at Hardees. April, a proponent of country living and a successful homeschooling Mother, will be speaking on using everyday living to teach fundamentals and life skills. She has titled her talk, "Little House on the Prairie Schooling". Sponsored by the local support group of homeschooling families, more information can be obtained by contacting Connie Dickey @ 865-992-3629
Local Emergency Planning Committee meetings are held quarterly at the 911 center, Second Thursday of (March, June, September, December) at 10:00am for more information call Dana Simerly (865) 992-2763 Meetings are open to the public. The next meeting was rescheduled for February 28, 2019 at 7:00pm in the large Court room.
Alder Springs Missionary Baptist Church will be hosting a Men’s Conference on Friday, March 1st at 7:00 P.M. and Saturday, March 2nd at 9:30 A.M.
Evangelists will be Rev. Jerry Vittatoe and Rev. Mike Viles. Pastor, Rev. Jimmy Davidson extends a hearty welcome to all men.
After youth have participated in school during February, they will be awarded a blue ribbon to move forward to the county contest. The entries at the county will be due for judging on March 18 then displayed with awards at the Extension Month Open House on March 19 for sampling.
Dorothy “Dottie” Headrick, age 73, of Knoxville, went to be with her loving husband Ralph on February 19, 2019. She was a Christian woman who loved taking care of her family and others.
Preceded in death by loving husband Ralph Headrick; brother Bill Atchley; and great grandchild Karter Headrick.
Janice Ann Beeler Fields-age 66 of Corbin, Kentucky passed away suddenly Monday morning, February 18, 2019 at her home. She was a loving mother, nana, sister and friend. She will be sadly missed by all. Janice was a member of Nave Hill Baptist Church and was a former co-owner of Fields Apparel in Monticello, Kentucky. She was recently employed at SEKRI, Corbin, Kentucky for 22 years. Preceded in death by parents, James Aubrey and Lillie Beeler, two brothers, Gary and Terry Beeler; nephew, Adam Beeler.
Robert Bradley Douglas, known as Brad Douglas, was born October 12th, 1978. Brad spent his life in the Knoxville area embracing the Tennessee Volunteers, fishing and hiking. Brad's favorite thing to do was to take him and his family exploring. It is with great sadness that the family of Brad Douglas announces his passing at the age of 40. His spirit, enthusiasm and willingness to put other's needs above his own will be missed but not forgotten.
R. Bruce Kezer-age 84 of Knoxville departed this world for heaven on February 15 from his home. His family was at his side. Born in Jersey City, NJ, on September 30, 1934 to Edwin and Ruth (Adams) Kezer, Bruce graduated from the University of Vermont in 1957. He then entered the US Army and served, in peacetime, for three years until being honorably discharged at the rank of Lieutenant. Bruce loved Jesus with all his heart, and worked to live instead of the other way around.
Thomas M. McLaughlin age 57 currently of Maynardville TN, formerly of Edison NJ, passed away on February 8th 2019 at UT Hospital following an exhausting battle with cancer. Preceded in death by father, Thomas W, and brother Michael W McLaughlin.
Survived by wife Kathie, daughter and son-in-law Jennifer McLaughlin and Josh Lamb, son TJ, mother Elaine, sister and brother-in-law Lori and Gary Yurchak, grandchildren Chris and Michael, as well as a host of other relatives and friends.
Judson “Juddy“ Bailey - age 79 of Washburn, was born on February 27, 1939 and passed away peacefully on Sunday, February 10, 2019. We all called him Pap. He was a member of Nave Hill Baptist Church. He loved his family, hunting, playing cards, dogs and driving around. He spent his last few months putting on his shoes and saying “I believe I will go home”. He is finally “home“, peacefully in the arms of Jesus.
Frances Jane Nichols “Janey”, age 61, of Rockford, went to be with the Lord on February 8, 2019, surrounded by her loved ones. She was a beloved mom, sister, and granny. Preceded in death by parents Jack Huggins and Bernice Van Dyke, brother Jackie Huggins, sisters Sarah Munsey, Sandy Huggins, and Darlene Dunaway.
Raymond Scott Brock-age 84 of Washburn passed away Friday evening, February 8, 2019 at his home. He was a member of Salem Primitive Baptist Church. Preceded in death by wife, Barbara Brock; parents, Walter and Lois (Atkins) Brock; sister, Ruby Idol; son-in-law, Henry Paul McGinnis.
Peggy Sue (Bailey) Dennison-age 60 of Maynardville passed away Friday morning, February 8, 2019 at her home following a long illness. She was a member of The Church of God at Maynardville.
Survivors: husband, Bobby Ray Dennison; daughters, Mitzi Petty and husband, Chesney;
Trish Houston and Dora Davis; step-children, Jacob Shultz, Jessica Shultz, Jonathon Dennison and Beth De Leon Several grandchildren along with one great-grandchild. Sisters, Vickie Coram and Debbie Bailey. Several nieces, nephews and a host of friends.