By Silas Whitley
My name is Silas Whitley, and I am 11 years old. This year I got to go to 4-H Electric Camp.
4-H Electric Camp is a fun-filled, rewarding adventure in electricity. At these regional camps, you learn what electricity is and how it works. You work with electrical specialists from across the state in learning centers.
Each learning center consists of hands-on activities so that you learn by doing. You also have the chance to meet other 4-H-ers from across Tennessee and explore careers in energy, electricity, and basic sciences.

I remember this story from the fifth grade language book from which I was taught in school.
There was a Texan who bragged to a New Yorker that everything in Texas was, “Big, BIG, BIIGGG!!!!”
The New Yorker asked the Texan if he wanted to see something really big. The New Yorker took the Texan to Niagara Falls. Said the New Yorker, “I bet you don’t have anything that big in Texas!”
Replied the Texan, “No, but I know a plumber that can fix it for you.”

I’ve been a fisherman all my life.
My first vivid memory is of pulling back some cattails to see a stringer full of fish, which my Dad had staked out on some waterway someplace. Needless to say, I love to fish!
Four of the 12 Apostles Jesus called were professional fishermen and at least three others liked to fish.
In John 21:2-8, that “disciple whom Jesus loved”* tells us of seven Apostles fishing together when Jesus appeared to them after his resurrection.

Snakes always draw interest from the park visitors here at Big Ridge State Park. Questions about snakes are common for park rangers.
I am not an expert on the subject, but I can share some answers to some common questions.
Snakes may draw a lot of interest, and that interest is not always from a loving viewpoint.
A common saying I have heard from older folks is “There is no such thing as a good snake except a dead snake.”
While snakes create some fear and hate among some people, they play an important role in nature.

About 30 years ago, this salad was all the rage and dominated most potluck tables just as macaroni salad did in the ’60s. You seldom see it anymore, and that’s too bad. It is a delicious hearty salad. Makes a big batch, too.

Personally, I like feathers, but I prefer to see them on birds. in the mid-1980s, though, they were all the rage for people to have in their living rooms. And being one who loves to be in style, my mom had to have some feathers too.
These feathers were not the pretty little ones you may find laying in your yard. Oh, no. These were as tall as some people and very colorful. Most of the time these feathers were in a basket or some kind of vase.

It intrigues me how trees are so often intertwined with our culture and history. The July celebration of our Independence is a good time for a history lesson. The Liberty Tree was an elm tree in Boston where protesters of English rule would congregate. It became a symbol of individual liberty and resistance to tyranny, and during the Revolutionary War several flags were designed with a tree that represented the Tree of Liberty. One flag in particular had an important message.

Union County Mayor Jason Bailey is excited to share the news that a grant has been awarded to Union County for construction of a multifield Sports Complex on the half of Luttrell Industrial Park that is still owned by the county. Bailey states that while running for office, he kept hearing that “our kids need something to do!” so he made fulfilling that need part of his initiative. While considering all possible sites, the Luttrell Industrial Park repeatedly checked all of the boxes.

Scientists have discovered that a majority of back-pain patients they tested who were taking opioid painkillers produced anti-opioid antibodies. These antibodies may contribute to some of the negative side effects of long-term opioid use.

Admit it. You have a favorite adjective that you like to use to describe yourself. Besides writer and author, I love to call myself an old tomboy. Why not? I have been a tomboy my whole life. The word “old” is kinda recent though.
When I was a little girl, er tomboy, I absolutely loved to wrastle. By the way, that’s how we pronounce the word wrestle here in East Tennessee. Anyway, I would have rather done that than eat. In fact, I often tell people I learned how to wrastle before I could part my hair straight. No joke. The next time you see me, check out my part.