Back in the 1970s, Miss Maggie, an elderly lady of the mountains, talked about Old Christmas. According to her, many mountain people celebrated Christmas in January. “My grandfather always celebrated Christmas on Jan. 6,” she said. “He refused to acknowledge Dec. 25 as the real Christmas, claiming it was man-made.” She said that Old Christmas was much more subdued than is our modern holiday. It was a quiet, reflective time, celebrated with prayer and soft, a cappella singing.
This Christmas will mark the four-year anniversary of the greatest Christmas gift I ever received. And that part cannot be stressed enough: my greatest gift. Maybe not yours.
Every region, community and family has its own time-honored Christmas traditions. Baking old-fashioned stack cake and chopping down a cedar tree in the woods are memories shared by many older Sevier County residents. There are those still living who can recall the Christmas mornings of their youth when receiving nothing more than a stocking filled with candy and fruit was all they expected as a Christmas gift.
The sad case in Texas of a teenager who took four lives while driving drunk is shining a light on “affluenza,” a concept that doesn’t seem to have much scientific support but is now, at least briefly, in the public eye.
Since Preston Love established The Sevierville Enterprise, in 1882, numerous publications have provided the news in print form to county residents. Arguably, none of them left as memorable impression as Montgomery’s Vindicator, founded and published by William R. “Bill” Montgomery.
On Nov. 28, I was looking all over the Internet for an Advent calendar. Somebody mentioned a bargain price, like $10 on Amazon, so I was motivated.
As far as parents go, I had a pretty good set. Always the provider, Pop made certain we had what we needed so Mom could stay home and take care of us kids.
Like a lot of regular people, I have some money in the stock market. We’re not talking Daddy Warbucks wealth, but I’ve invested enough that I pay attention to the market reports.
Throughout the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, evidence of houses and farms can be found. One of the most heavily populated areas was the Sugarlands community. In addition to private residences, the community contained churches, schools, and stores.
This past summer I read an article in The Atlantic magazine titled “Motivation Matters More Than Ever.” Just recently I picked up a new book titled “The Smartest Kids in the World – And How They Got That Way.”
Have you ever gone through Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies and wondered what those private classes offered were all about? I will explain. Please read on.
It’s that time of year again. Thanksgiving is over, and we are moving into the Christmas stretch. Actually, it seems like most businesses begin to promote Christmas-related products and events in August, but I try to ignore that because I think we all know it’s a bit ridiculous to see a cardboard cutout of reindeer flying through snow while it’s 80 degrees outside.
About a month before his 85th birthday, tragedy struck West Barber. On Dec. 4, 1974, he was working in the shop of his home in Knoxville making Christmas presents. A piece of wood spun from his lathe and buzzed at his unprotected good eye. He’d lost the sight in his other eye as a result of a detached retina a few years earlier.
President John F. Kennedy was three years deep into his presidency by November 1963. He symbolized an optimistic future for those of us who graduated college in June 1960. He characterized what many of us envisioned as good for our future and America.
“We had a good game plan, but we just failed to execute.” Sports coaches have uttered these words many times. What they are saying is, “On paper, the strategy or blueprint we designed in order to win the game was solid and workable, but we just didn’t do what we intended to do.”
Located within the city limits of Pigeon Forge and only four miles south of Sevierville, Shiloh Memorial Cemetery is one of the oldest burial grounds south of the French Broad River. It is the largest cemetery in Sevier County. On the south is a full panoramic view of the Great Smoky Mountains, which includes iconic Mount LeConte. The eastern end of Chilhowee Mountain (known locally as Bluff Mountain) is visible looking northwest.
Recently, I bought a few handmade creations at the Amish store across the street from the Walmart in Sevierville. One of them is a wooden piece for my children’s room, which reads, “Thou shalt not whine.”
Located off Old Knoxville Highway on top of a hill with a view of the Little Pigeon River valley and the Smoky Mountains, the Murphy-Swan House was built for William Campbell Murphy, a Sevierville merchant, in 1883. The two-story structure is an example of an extremely rare tripartite-style dwelling built in the Victorian era.
My name is Jake Old, and I’m the newest reporter at The Mountain Press.
This year, my children have become aware of the concept of death. Our cat has killed enough mice and birds and we have seen enough road kill, I suppose. Then, we stumbled upon the story of the Lusitania on one of our many trips to the library.
The Allman Brothers were singing about almost reaching the “End of the Line,” and that probably describes where the residents of some of Gatlinburg’s weekly rentals feel they’ve found themselves.
In 1955, William “Bill” Burchfiel Jr. approached several individuals with the idea of forming a local radio station. He thought a radio station would be beneficial to the growing community.
The Major League Baseball postseason games, now climaxing with the World Series, continue to build on a concept in contemporary athletics that is commonplace. I like to refer to it as “creative collaboration.” What I mean by this is, coaches and players alike realize and plan from the standpoint that each individual has certain strengths and certain weaknesses.
Chilhowee Mountain is a low ridge at the outer edge of the Great Smoky Mountains that stretches between the Little Tennessee River (specifically Chilhowee Lake) to the west and the Little Pigeon River watershed to the east. While the mountain in about 35 miles long, it rarely reaches a width of more than four miles.
Since our recent hike to see Grotto Falls, which I wrote about in my previous column, I have been obsessing over the Roaring Fork River. I don’t know why.