A popular pastime when my mom was growing up on a Tennessee hillside farm was to go out and find some rabbit tobacco, crush it and roll it up in some brown paper from a poke (that’s a bag to you young folk), and smoke it. I don’t know how the tobacco tasted, but that paper must have been strong!

Have you ever driven to Pigeon Forge or Gatlinburg and stared in awe at the big orange funnel attached to the Wilderness in The Smokies? I sure have! Every time we see that monstrosity of a waterslide, my children ask when we will visit the resort. I kindly remind them that a place like that is not in our budget, but one day we might go.

As the holiday season approaches, bringing with it delicious fall flavors and promises of snowcapped mountain views, many of us are drawing up our gift lists or wish lists. Some of us with little ones have already received our Christmas catalogues from Amazon and Target in the mail, whether we wanted them or not. My children eagerly flipped through the pages of cheaply made toys, circling their favorites and chatting amongst themselves. As I ease dropped on their conversation, I imagined all the money these catalogues bring in for the big box stores.

Dr Matthew Hartsburg’s Olympic dream finally became a reality when he was invited, after waiting several years, to join the medical team caring for Team USA athletes in the recent Beijing winter games.

A licensed chiropractor with a practice in Danbury, Connecticut, in 2017 he began treating athletes at the United States Olympic Training Centers in Colorado Springs, Colorado and Lake Placid, New York.

If you read, “Crying at the Canyon Part 1,” you know my friend was traumatized by her trip to the Grand Canyon. Unfortunately for her, she would be facing another terrifying canyon a few days later.
When my friend and her husband reached their destination in Arizona, she was so excited by the scenery. That evening she called me and told me all about the breathtaking beauty of the desert. Over the years, I have heard other people describe the desert that way. Being an East Tennessee girl who’s used to lush green fields and forested ridgelines, that sounded strange to me.

I grew up poor during the Great Depression. Other than the Bible, I don’t remember seeing a book at our house, not even a newspaper. Yes, Dad did have his pulp Westerns. They would have a glossy bright colored cover. The actual pages were the same as newspaper. They called them pulp fiction books. I couldn’t read them. The words were too big.

Here is a different way to prepare sweet potatoes. Cook and serve vanilla pudding mix is the mystery ingredient. Just add the dry mix to the hot mashed sweet potatoes. Top with the marshmallows. Your family will think this is the usual sweet potato casserole. That is until they take their first bite. Surprise 'em. Try it.

I’ve commented before that mountain people tend to hang onto old traditions, many deeply rooted in European (especially Scots-Irish), African, and even Native American ancestry. With the Halloween season approaching I thought I’d cover some paranormal-ish superstitions that I learned through my family or heard locally. I’m betting you’ve heard at least one or two yourself.

Trunk or treat comes to Union County this Halloween! For many of us living in rural areas, the neighborhood trick or treating shown in movies isn’t an option. We lack the neighbors, the sidewalks, and sometimes even paved streets. So... what is there to do on a crisp Halloween night when there’s no cookie cutter neighborhoods in sight, but the little ones are all dressed up and ready for a fright? Head to the Union County Farmer’s Market Pavillion for a trunk or treat!

On October 13th, Covey at Hinds Creek Hunting Preserve officially opened to the public. After a slight delay pushed them back a couple weeks, causing them to miss the opening of hunting season by a few days, their grand opening was officiated with a ribbon cutting ceremony hosted by the Chamber of Commerce. The Covey at Hinds Creek Hunting Preserve is a family run 15-acre hunting field for upland birds, located in Maynardville on a 90-acre plot of land that has been in the Langley family since 1931.