Do Bee or Not Do Bee
Oct06

Do Bee or Not Do Bee

My brother Jackie and I were born at King’s Daughters Hospital September 27, 1953 in a building located on West 9th Street in Columbia. We were among the last babies born at King’s Daughters, established in 1913, as the present Maury County Hospital opened less than two months later. The first house in which I lived was located on Scribner Avenue, a hotbed for blossoming Baby Boomers such as my brother and me. We literally were...

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The Andrews of Bryant Station
Apr20

The Andrews of Bryant Station

Ancient red cedars at Haynes Cemetery Decoration Day is coming up at Hayne’s Cemetery, and my old friend Joe Hedrick has a family connection to the place, as do I. About this time of year, we generally have a conversation about Haynes and our ancestors who are buried there. He told me today that, when he was a kid, he’d heard his grandmother Ada Mai Roberts speak often and glowingly of my grandparents Bob and Hattie White. “Are we...

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Henry Horton Trap and Skeet
Apr15

Henry Horton Trap and Skeet

The establishment of the Henry Horton State Park Trap and Skeet Range in Chapel Hill, Tennessee began with a conversation between Governor Buford Ellington and his good friend Sam Linton, a Marshall County industrialist and sportsman. Governor Buford Ellington Newly elected to his third, non-consecutive term, Governor Ellington asked Mr. Linton, “What can we do for Marshall County?” Linton replied, “Our community...

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Holy Ground
Apr28

Holy Ground

Haynes Cemetery always has been hallowed ground to me. Mostly because I remember, from when I was a small boy, the Saturday before Mother’s Day, my hard-working dad Jack White would load up his push mower, hand-operated grass clippers, and other yard supplies and head out in his ’55 Ford to the country, to Scribner’s Mill, where he’d join other men and women who would help spruce up Haynes prior to Decoration....

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Miss Lizzie Porter
Jan26

Miss Lizzie Porter

When I was a boy, there was a mysterious elderly lady who lived in an old decrepit house on the corner of West 6th and North High. Sadly, she was the subject of a lot of jokes and wild stories, mainly because she sat on her porch in all kinds of weather, surrounded by chickens, and occasionally with a side by side shotgun across her lap. Nobody, especially a kid of twelve years old, considered that she had an especially rich past tied...

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