Greetings from the south end of the county. Lisa White, principal at Stevenson Elementary, initiated a “Character Works” program about a year ago and the county implemented it for all of Logan County. Each month there is a character word and everyone should strive to achieve the good characteristic not only for the month but from now on. The word for August is “Joyfulness” maintaining a good attitude, even when faced with unpleasant conditions. I am going to try and pick someone from the Adairville area that portrays these characteristics. My very first pick is going to be Dylan Byrum. He displays joyfulness all the time. I have seen him work with the festival and he is always on top of things and is able to make the best when things don’t go quite right. He stepped right in and emceed the parade this year and is always willing to help in whatever capacity he is asked. Thank you Dylan for the joyfulness you exemplify in your daily life.
Wrong date last week about National Night Out. It is August 5, 2014, Tuesday evening. Please make a note of that and be sure and join us for this. It was lots of fun last year.
We will begin working on clearing the cave area soon. If you are interested in helping give me a call at 270-772-2175 or Wayne Stratton at 270-539-6585. We are waiting on cooler weather.
Patty Costello has taken over ownership of the café in Adairville. It will now be “Costello’s Café”. She is excited about her new venture so go by and eat with Patty. The food is delicious and the service is great. Congratulations Patty. We are excited to have you in business in Adairville.
Charles Hardesty (Pinky) passed away this week. Please remember his family at this time. I’ve known this family for a long time, went to school with many of them and then my children went to school with some of his children. Tragedy struck them earlier this year in the loss of his son. They have been through quite a lot this year so please lift them up in your prayers.
Tony Finch is having some health problems with his hands and feet. Please keep him in your prayers that the doctors will find something to help him.
I was so sad last week to hear that Nancy and Tim have put the shop and all the property up for sale. I realize their need to be closer to their children and grandchildren, but this is such a loss for Adairville. I have been a champion of this shop forever. It is one of the nicest gift shops anywhere. They both had the gift for bringing in unique and first of kind items at great prices. If this shop had been in Glendale, Bell Buckle, Gatlinburg, or someplace like that they would have made a bundle. I hope someone buys it that will make it as pleasing and beautiful as they have done. Best wishes to Nancy and Tim when they go on to their next adventure.
A big shout out and thanks to the people that were working this past Saturday on 431 between Adairville and Russellville picking up trash. It was so hot and they were out there making a difference. I don’t know who they were but it is wonderful to see people going above and beyond to help our countryside look better. Thank you so much.
I can’t believe summer is over for the school kids. Seems like they just got out. Of course they’ll have fall break before we turn around. I still love the first days of school. Sometimes I will go out and buy crayons just to have that smell. I also enjoy driving to work on the first day. All the kids come running out of their house to catch the bus in their new sneakers, new clothes, and new backpack. Most of them seem excited, some not quite so much.
That new school supply smell, tobacco smoking in the barns, the leaves changing colors. I can’t imagine living where you don’t have the different seasons. Spring is definitely my favorite, but autumn comes a close second. After a summer of running to ballgames, swimming, and all the other stuff, autumn offers a change to a more structured lifestyle.
The Adairville Class of 1969 is planning their 45th class reunion. It is exciting being able to get together and seeing each other after all these years. 1969 was the year of Woodstock and the year Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. I don’t feel so old but when I see people on the City Council that weren’t born when these things happened it does date me a bit. I was watching a new show on tv the other night and the judge had called the lawyers up and proceeded to tell the lady lawyer this is not Matlock. She looked at him and said “Who?” That’s when I feel old.
Genevieve and the Coffee Bottom Girl
My next memory of this lady was when my sister got queen in her class and she needed an evening gown. Mother got in touch in Mrs. Genevieve and we went to their house and she let her borrow one of Carol’s or Patricia’s gowns. I can still see that beautiful evening gown. That was when they lived in the house where Junior and Dottie England live now. After that my dad became disabled because of a brain tumor in the late 50’s or early 60’s. He continued farming after the first episode, but after the second one, he was no longer able to farm. We moved to town in 1965 and Mrs. Genevieve hired my daddy to mow for her. She had moved to the cabin at the cave by then and had quite a bit to tend to. Daddy enjoyed working for her and she had us stay out there when she would go away on the weekend. I remember staying out there and getting ready for bed upstairs. We had just gotten to bed when the wasps came out. I had thought about snakes but wasps had not even entered my mind. I don’t remember what we did about them, but don’t think we got much sleep that night. Her cabin was a fascinating place and she was always good for a story or two or three about her beloved cave. Once when Daddy was having surgery at Vanderbilt, the family was gathered in the waiting room when in swept Mrs. Genevieve with her flowing skirt and big handbag. Mother had been really worried about this surgery. Mrs. Genevieve dug in her purse and brought out a stone that would fit in your hand but was somewhat worn on one side. She told Mother, “Here Elizabeth, this is an Indian worry stone, rub this and the Great Spirit, will take your worries away.” From that point on she had the entire waiting room mesmerized with her stories of the cave and all her findings. Hours passed but thanks to this special lady, it seemed like a short time.
A hui hou kāko
“May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand”