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.
I love this time of year. And not just because of pumpkins and apples, crisp mornings, beautiful leaves.
Several years ago, a football team with whom I have worked was trailing at halftime by a score of 20-7. There was a spirited discussion at intermission – and one player in particular seemed to gain an inner spark.
The first European settlers known to explore the beautiful valley that is today called Wear’s Valley were Aaron Crowson and his close friend Peter Percefield. In 1794 they were scouting the valley on horseback when they were attacked by hostile Cherokee Indians. Both Crowson and Percefield were only 17-years-old at the time.
Remember the long-playing record, the quaint audio format that went out as CDs came in?
Illustrious artist Bob Timberlake enjoys driving on the back roads in the mountainous regions of Western North Carolina and East Tennessee. Occasionally, a scene will capture his imagination to the extent that he will decide to paint it. While driving around Sevier County, he saw an old crumbling; abandoned school house that he felt would make an interesting subject for a painting.
A business manager told me recently about how much of her time is spent dealing with one conflict or another at work. She said, “It appears to me that good, solid interpersonal communications skills is one of the most valuable skills needed in the business world.” I said she could eliminate the word “business.” When she asked what I meant, I replied that such a skill is one of the most needed skills in the “world” – period.
The first newspaper published in Sevierville was named Sevierville Enterprise. The first copy rolled off the press on June 1, 1882.The publication of a newspaper was a momentous occasion since Sevier County had always relied on days-old Knoxville papers to receive news.
Last year we took our children to the Sevier County Fair, so this year we decided to try the TVA Fair in Knoxville just to see the difference.
Through the years as I have spoken to various groups, there have been people who have hung around following my talks or seminars. Rather than sharing a quick “thank you” or “good talk” or “enjoyed it” or some other much-appreciated response and handshake, these people have stayed to ask questions, make comments or share stories and examples.
As early as the 1840s, there was a small one-room school in operation on the farm of John S. McCroskey in the community that is now Seymour. This was known as McCroskey School House and often called Owl College.
When I signed off in the last column, I promised glowing reports from Dollywood and the Titanic. Well, we have not made it to the Titanic yet, but we did make it to Dollywood. All of us had been there before except for my sister. She really enjoyed it. In fact, everybody did.
I’ll never forget the Monkey Cam. Or Network Time Killers. Or “They pelted us with rocks and garbage!”
Golf, an ancient game invented by sheepherders on the moors and glens of Scotland some five hundred years ago, came to Sevier County in July 1955 when Gatlinburg Golf Course opened its doors for play.
Vicki Jenkins, co-owner of Gatlinburg’s “Beneath The Smoke” shop with husband/noted photographer Ken Jenkins, came to mind as I sat down to write this column.
Walter Bebb, a practicing physician in Downer’s Grove, Illinois and his wife, Edith had a great love for plants. This interest led them on botany field trip to the Smoky Mountains several years before the national park was established. They loved the plant diversity and the people of the area so much that they wanted to retire in the beautiful mountains, at an age when they could both enjoy them together.
I was entering the Gatlinburg post office earlier this month when I saw not too far behind me a woman plodding toward the door in the humid 90-degree weather. I opened the door and stepped aside for her to enter the air-conditioned building. With an exasperated look she said, “Where’s the snow? I’m ready for the snow!”