By ANGEL KANE
Wilson Living Magazine
A few months ago we were pleased to announce that Dr. John Gallaher had joined the Wilson Living team as our resident food connoisseur. And since that date, Doc has been enticing our readers with reviews of some of the best restaurants in the area.
In this last issue, Doc wrote about Tom’s Blue Moon Bar-B-Que located at 711 Park Avenue in Lebanon. Knowing Doc is never wrong about his reviews, on Friday night, a few of the ladies of WL tried out this new restaurant. And Doc was right!
By RAY POPE
Dotty Kim picked me up this past Saturday and we headed to the 22nd annual Nashville Lawn and Garden show at the Nashville Fair Grounds. Let me tell you, it gets better each and every year. It makes me want to go back home and get some dirt under my fingernails, plant something nice, then relax.
Roy Garr from Garr’s Rental and Feed was up to his neck with young and older people alike wanting to hold one of several baby ducks he always brings to the show. After a couple of years of asking, Roy finally convinced me to do a seminar on Bluebirds and Purple Martins at his Mt. Juliet store.
On Saturday, March 19 at 9:30 a.m. I will be presenting on Bluebirds, and later at 11:00 am I will be conducting a seminar on one of the most beneficial birds that nest here in the county, the Purple Martin. There is no charge for the program, but there is limited seating. Next week we go into Daylight Saving Time which will give us an extra hour to bird watch or work in our gardens.
Earl and Nancy Grubbs have been walking the Don Fox Park trail for quite some time, and this past week there was a Red-tailed Hawk that thought he would have a Squirrel dinner. Earl said the hawk made a swipe at his lunch only to be outsmarted by the Squirrel which made a quick turn as the Hawk went by just out of reach. The Hawk figured he might try his hand at a slower meal. Maybe he should develop a real taste for starlings. It sure wouldn’t hurt my feelings.
By MARGARET PARTEE
Twenty years ago I became interested in finding my ancestors. I always loved history and this is just history on a more personal level. My quest led me in many directions as this was before all the Internet sites that today make life easier for researchers. One part of this quest I never considered. Never thought about. But it happened. Finding Cousins!
This past fall I went on a trip with The Archaeological Conservancy – their purpose is to buy archaeological sites to save them from being destroyed. Some are excavated and some are still awaiting the spade. Trips are one way they have of raising money for this endeavor. I went to Upstate New York to learn more about the League of the Iroquois with leader Andy Stout. A few days into the trip a little bell went off. I descend from a Stout.
I told Andy about it but I could not remember their first names. He offered that he descends from Richard and Penelope Stout of New Jersey (he lives in Pennsylvania) and told me a story about them.
That rang another little bell and I told him as soon as I got home I would look it up and get back to him. I did and with his help discovered that Andy and I descend from the same great-great-great-great-great-great-grandparents, actually much younger Andy probably has another generation or two stuck in there. They are David (son of Richard and Penelope) and Rebecca Ashton Stout. Their son James is Andy’s ancestor while another son Freegift is my ancestor. We are talking late 17th century.
By KEN BECK
Special to The Wilson Post
Practically every Saturday morning, two to three dozen citizens of Lebanon will pull up beside a big white truck in a vacant lot off of Sparta Pike and transfer bags filled with aluminum beverage cans into the hands of Marty Johnson.
In return, Johnson, the Can Man, after weighing the cans, will slap his clients’ palms with cold hard cash. It may not be much money, but to most of the can collectors, they’re making dollars for making sense.
“They often tell me, ‘it’s better to recycle than to bury them under dirt,’” said the Can Man, who motors from Murfreesboro to Lebanon each Saturday.
The cans he buys, instead of being buried beneath a landfill, will be used to make new aluminum cans. And the environment benefits in other ways, as it only takes about 5 percent of the energy to recycle an old can into a new one compared to that necessary to make an aluminum can from raw ore.
To the Editor:
On Saturday, March 5, 2011, I attended a meeting of the Wilson County Conservatives because they were discussing issues affecting me as a teacher. Walter Jewell of the Professional Educators of Tennessee was speaking in order to “educate” the group about the bills introduced in Congress affecting education. I wanted to hear his take on the matter and to make sure that he was telling the group accurate information.
What I learned in this meeting is that as an education major in college, I was “radicalized,” and, as a member of a competing organization, I am purposefully “dumbing down” my students in an effort to promote a Democratic agenda.
I was extremely offended, and I want to defend myself and hopefully educate others in the process of doing so. I never took any political classes in college as an education major. I was not told when I signed my teaching contract some 13 years ago that I had to vote a certain way or belong to a particular political group. In fact, when I get up and go to work every day, politics are the furthest thing from my mind. My concern is for my students. I want them to be educated enough to make a difference in this world. I don’t care who they or their parents vote for, I just want them to be educated enough to make up their own mind and to respectfully stand up for themselves and for what is right, which is what I was trying to do by attending this meeting.
What I discovered, sadly, is that some people are more concerned with being right than with doing right. When I tried to ask a question of the speaker, Mary Stimek, president of the Republican Women of Wilson County, laughed aloud humiliating me in front of the group. All I wanted was to make sure people understand that this isn’t a simple issue.
There is more to all of this than meets the eye. These issues affect teachers in the classroom who don’t go to school every day trying to promote a political agenda. But no one asked. Not one person asked me how these changes would affect me or my students. They took the word of a hired speaker who used to teach many years ago in a different era and county, which told me that no one cared. That, to me, is disheartening. To think that there are issues out there that will affect teachers, and ultimately students, and instead of asking them, they laugh at and try to humiliate them.
What I want others to know is that there are teachers out there just like me who pour their heart and soul into their jobs and try to do what is right by our students every day. We love what we do and the students whom we teach. We’re out there and you can ask us. We’ll tell you why we need the ability to collectively bargain. We’ll tell you why certain organizations were formed, and it isn’t for the reasons you may be hearing. We are just as concerned about keeping good teachers in the classrooms as anyone else is. Instead of listening to someone with a political agenda, ask us. We’ll help you understand. It’s what we do.