One of the most important ways to invest in the future of agriculture is to invest in the people who will become tomorrow’s agriculture industry leaders. Students pursuing the agriculture industry often look for careers in planning, implementation, production, management, processing, education, or marketing ag products and services. Tennessee Department of Education predicts that over 60,000 high-skilled agricultural jobs open annually in the United States with just around 35,400 graduates in the Ag, Food, and Natural Resources program studies to fill the openings.
Truck Mating Calls
This zesty adventure started late one evening as I was walking in the dark by myself. I had just dug my cell phone out of the floorboard of my husband Tim’s truck. Being an old geek, I was gazing up at the stars. It dawned on me that I hadn’t locked Tim’s truck back after retrieving my phone. Without taking my eyes off of the night sky, I tossed my hand back and pressed the lock button on the clicker. Ka-Click. The truck beeped.
Ka-KAW Ka-KAW rang out.
I came to a dead stop and stood there alone in the darkness. Goose bumps ran up my arm.
Our house was built on my Papaw’s farm, where I was raised, so I am very familiar with animal calls; even the nocturnal ones-the night animals. So, I instinctively knew that call didn’t come from a local animal. The only thing I could tell was that it was from some kind of strange bird thingy. I wondered if the bird thingy had answered the truck’s beep, so I pressed the lock button again. Ka-Click. The truck beeped.
Ka-KAW Ka-KAW rang out again.
I ran into the house and straight into the living room where Tim and our daughter Sara were sitting and watching TV. “Hey guys! There’s a strange bird thingy outside that thinks the truck is giving it mating calls!” I don’t think I took a breath between the words.
A look of dread crossed Tim’s face. He was probably thinking, “What has she gotten into now?” Sara starred at me with raised eyebrows and her mouth open.
“I’m serious!” I pointed toward the garage. “When the truck beeps, a strange bird thingy answers. It must think the beep is the truck giving it some kind of love call. Step outside and see for yourself!” Crossing my arms, I made my stand.
Instead of accepting my challenge, he turned to Sara and said, “Go on out with your mother.” I don’t know what was more insulting; the tone of Tim’s voice or Sara rolling her eyes and huffing as she stood up. Sara and I walked out the back deck, which was across the driveway from Tim’s truck. She huffed again and crossed her arms.
I held the clicker in my left hand, but I didn’t immediately press the lock button. What if the strange bird thingy didn’t answer the truck beep this time? Tim and Sara would make fun of and laugh at me and then tell everybody else in the family. Then they would laugh at me too. Maybe I could save myself further embarrassment if I said, “Never mind,” and went inside and sit down.
No! I knew what I had heard and I wasn’t about to turn back now. Besides, I had already made too big of a deal out of it. Holding my breath, I pressed the clicker button. Ka-Click. The truck beeped.
Ka-KAW Ka-KAW rang out.
Sara’s eyes grew huge. “Do it again, Mom!” I hit the clicker: Ka-Click. The truck beeped.
Ka-KAW Ka-KAW rang out.
She spun around and ran straight back inside to Tim. “Daddy, Daddy! There really is a strange bird trying to mate with your truck!”
“Oh, all right.” He got up and stomped out to the back deck. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the railing. “Let’s get this over with.” I pressed the lock button. Ka-Click. The truck beeped.
Ka-KAW Ka-KAW rang out.
“What in tarnation?” He dropped his arms and jumped away from the railing. “Do it again.” This time I put in a little more hip action when I hit the clicker. Ka-Click. The truck beeped.
“That’s some kind of bird!” Tim exclaimed.
“Yeah, I know. That’s what I’ve been telling you.” Obviously he hadn’t taken me or Sara seriously at all. But he did then.
“It sounds like it’s in your Papaw’s barn!” It was on the hill behind our house.
“Hey, why don’t we get some flashlights and walk up to the barn and see what it is.” I wanted to see for myself what kind of bird thingy was making those exotic calls. Plus, I was enjoying the excitement of the unknown.
“Are you crazy?” Like that was the first time Tim had ever asked me that.
I ignored that comment like I usually do. “How about we drive your truck up to the barn and shine the headlights into it? That way we can see what kind of strange bird thingy it is. We should be safe since it obviously has a thing for your truck anyway.”
“You’ve got the keys. You can drive up there if you want to, but I am going back inside and finish watching my show.” He walked back inside to his place on the couch. I’m sure it was still warm.
I really did want to see the strange bird thingy for myself. Having a vivid imagination, I envisioned it to resemble something big like an ostrich with tall antenna projections coming out of the top of its head and a beak that was long and pointed. And it had huge feathers that were as colorful as a rainbow.
Tempting as it was, I gave Tim his truck keys back. I went back inside to the living room with him and sat down. I was rather proud of myself for not backing down. I had proven to them that I really did hear the call of a strange bird thingy. So from now on, they needed to believe what I tell them no matter how it sounded.
The next morning, Papaw found a few peacock feathers in his barn. I was close with my image of the strange bird thingy. He never saw the bird. It was gone by the time he reached the barn. There was a man who raised peacocks about a mile and a half from our house. Obviously, one of them had gotten out and made its way to Papaw’s barn.
I got to thinking about it. That peacock had to go past lots of sheds, carports, and other barns to get to Papaw’s. Why did it do that? I wondered if it saw Tim’s red truck going down the road and thought, “Ooh. That bird’s got some pretty red feathers. Think I’ll follow it.”
But, if that peacock could’ve read, it would’ve stayed at home for in the back window of Tim’s truck was his business sign, “Cox’s Taxidermy.”
“Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness.” Ephesians 6:14.
Who says you have to give up farm life if you move to a subdivision?
Not Homer Johnson. Born in Union County and now living in the Cedar Chase subdivision in Halls, Johnson has kept farming and selling his produce. Just this year, he sold 1,500 ears of peaches and cream corn, along with sweet potatoes, okra, tomatoes, peppers, watermelon and cantaloupe. All this is thanks to a lot of just over two acres he bought from Knox County. It sits in the floodplain and has a TVA easement running through it, so a vegetable garden is just about all he could do with it.
Did you know that every two minutes someone is sexually assaulted in the U.S.? Many survivors of this abuse do not say anything because they are afraid no one will believe them. Often times a survivor will tell a friend or family member and they are accused of lying or "asking" to be assaulted. As the Sexual Assault Advocate and SART Coordinator for the Union County area I am taking the 'Start By Believing" Pledge to show that I am fully committed to believing each and every person that comes to me as a current victim or survivor.
“And then shall they see the Son of man coming in the clouds with great power and glory.”
In Matthew 13:26, what did Jesus mean by the “coming in the clouds” part of His statement? Three of the four Gospel writers (Matthew, Mark and Luke) all record Jesus’ discussion with His disciples in what is commonly referred to by theologians as “The Olivet Discourse”. We are not going to keep you in suspense, “coming in the clouds” is a figure of speech, or metaphor for Judgement. More specifically the word, “clouds” in this context is a Biblical Metaphor for Judgement.
I have had this recipe for years. I love doughnuts, either cake or yeast. I don't eat them much any more. They quickly add pounds to this old frame. With no exercise and a healthy appetite, Anne limits my diet as best she can. However, sometimes we do splurge.
Krispy Creme is on my “do not even look that way” list as we drive by. I do sneak sweets at Revival Vision Church of God's Sunday morning coffee hour before Sunday School. Pat Hunt makes some tasty goodies.
New Years 2019 is here ready to start us on another year long adventure. Black eyed peas are supposed to bring good luck. Maybe so, but they taste good anyway. Here is an easy recipe to make. You probably already have the ingredients in your pantry. No need to trudge out to Food City. Let's get marinating!
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.
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
Every Tuesday at 10:30 am (unless closed due to holiday) Luttrell Public Library volunteer, Celeste Lanzon, teaches and inspires babies to Pre-K students (siblings are welcome) to learn and engage in fun activities including music and movement and always a story. Highly qualified, Mrs. Celeste has an education degree and professional teaching experience, so that your child is benefiting immensely during this program.
Betty is teaching another wonderful Wine and Canvas Class! This class we will be painting Red Breasted Blue Birds!
Sip on some wine and learn to paint from one of Union Counties best! Supplies are included.
Tickets are only $35 and must be purchased in advance by calling (865) 745-2902 or by coming into The Winery.
Seating is limited and fills up very fast so make sure you reserve your ticket today!
"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.
Join us at The Winery for a fun Wine and Design event.
During this class, get ready for Valentine's Day by painting
and crafting a wine bottle and wooden love sign. The class is only
$25 and includes all the materials needed as well as a glass
of wine or juice. Seating is limited and tickets must be purchased
in advance by calling The Winery at (865)745-2902.
Class starts at 6 so please come early to taste our wines and choose your favorite.
Rosemary Gail (Wilkerson) Johnson, of Halls/Plainview, went to be with our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ on Friday January 18, 2019. Rosemary spent 4 years fighting a rare mantle cell lymphoma. Rosemary loved her family, was a believer in Christ, an animal lover, and an all-around genuine person. She was preceded in death by her loving parents, Roy & Mary Lynn Wilkerson; father in law, Raymond Johnson; and brother in law Ray Johnson.
Lloyd Russell Lee Sr., age 68, of Knoxville, Tn was born July 6, 1950 and departed this earthly life on January 17, 2019 to gain his new body in heaven. His life was filled with the love of Nascar, Semi-Trucks, and Family. Lloyd was a self employed over the road truck driver for his entire life to provide for his ever-growing family. Married to Sandra “Sandy” Lee on January 4th 1969, they shared their love of 50 years with their 3 sons Rusty (spouse Mary Duso), Jimmy (wife April), and Billy (spouse Becky Litton).
Ted Jones, age 67, of Knoxville passed away on January 17, 2019. He was a bus operator for Knoxville Area Transit for over 43 years, and a member of Amalgamated Transit Union. He was a member of West Side Baptist church. Preceded in death by parents George & Neoma Jones, grandparents William Ellis & Flora Shuemaker, father-in-law Jack Jones.
Nathan Samuel Davis – age 23 of Maynardville, passed away Sunday, January 13, 2019.
He is survived by his parents, Luther and Julia Davis; and sister, Gabriela Eby.
A celebration of life service is being planned for a later date. Trinity Funeral Home, LLC, Maynardville, has the honor to serve the family of Nathan Davis. 865-992-5002 www.trinityfuneralhome.net
Edward Robert Collette went to be with his Lord and Savior January 10th, 2019.
Ed was born September 19, 1964. Ed graduated the University of Florida with a degree in Environmental Engineering. He was elected and served as international president of the honor society Phi Theta Kappa. He loved the ocean and spent a better part of his life on the beaches in Florida. His hobbies included fishing, scuba diving, body building, hunting and wood working.
Jack Ray Bohanan, age 78 of Powell, passed away peacefully on January 16, 2019 surrounded by his family and close friends.
He was a longtime member and deacon of Smithwood Baptist Church.
He is preceded in death by his parents, Jack and Ruby Bohanan; father and mother-in-law, LeRoy and Nellene Buckner; and brother, Jerry Bohanan.
Jason Shane Hubbs Jr., age 31, went home to be with his heavenly father January 13, 2019 while surrounded by his family and friends at UT Hospital, due to an automobile accident. He is preceded in death by his papaw and grandmaw Marvin and Twila DeCost, papaw Joe T. Hubbs; uncles Jeff Humphrey, Tony Hubbs, and Steve Buckner. Jason was the son of Jason and Crystal Hubbs and was the most amazing brother to Dustin, Justin, and Autumn. He was also the most amazing, loving, and caring father. His whole world was his son Cason Shane Hubbs.
Barbara E. (Hunter) Acuff-age 88 of Corryton passed away Monday, January 14, 2019 at North Knoxville Medical Center. She was a member of Clear Branch Baptist Church. Preceded in death by husband, Bill Acuff, parents, Clarence and Mossie (Wallace) Hunter; sisters, Geniva and Roy Burnett; Elise and Ken Beeler, Wanda and Don Beeler, Lois and Heral Kitts, Joyce Williams, brothers, Author, Earl, Ralph and Paul Hunter.
Survivors: sister, Carolyn (Leroy) Hensley of Luttrell; special sister-in-law, Lorene Hunter of Knoxville; several nieces and nephews along with a host of friends.
Charles King - age 85 of Maynardville, passed away peacefully at his home on January 14, 2019. No services are planned at this time. Trinity Funeral Home, LLC, Maynardville, has the honor to serve the family of Charles King. 865-992-5002 www.trinityfuneralhome.net