Finally getting my car to the neighborhood service station for a standard oil change, I learn that it's in need of an expensive repair and am left to entertainments, visits, and necessities within walking distance of home. Since Jonesborough is frequently cited as one of America's model small towns, this "punishment" bends toward healthy pleasure and delight, including exercise amidst the gloriously flowering and green growing season of late spring here. Weeping willows, Tennessee Tulip poplar trees, verdant grasses and slender streams full from recent rains await and ACR contributor and Board Member Caroline Ross (karol cooper) has sent a jaunty wide-brimmed, feathered and bowed fedora so I am suitable attired for festivity in participation and audience.
Friday evening is the now regionally-famous MOTS (Music on the Square) -- mostly soft rock from the 60s including a rollicking version of "I Heard It Through The Grapevine" by white-haired Glenn Spayth with Kids Our Age -- and Main Street shopping for bargain treasures at Gracious Designs and the Museum Warehouse (Hands Around The World) where owner Janet Browning, artist and wife of long-time town manager Bob, and I exchange pleasantries and information. As always, I stop by the relocated and much larger The Cranberry Thistle for coffee and conversation also with its convivial owners and helping personnel and pass by my still-vacant and under-renovation former apartment with its photocopied Obama/Biden victory photo and signed message from Joe to "Ms. Moore," expressing thanks and warm regards for her "remarkable commitment to our Party" pasted in the window of the front door. The audience strolls, claps, laughs and some dance, including a man perhaps in his early 70s wearing pleated gray slacks, a long-sleeved light yellow shirt and tie, who's very popular as a partner as he dips and grinds with arm rolls in the air to his evident pleasure as well as that of the appreciative crowd, in a cleared street area before the Courthouse and band. Friendly founder and organizer Steve Cook has the previous week reiterated during the band break his descriptive recommendation of ACR's Appalachia-positive content, to which he has contributed background information and photography, and internet location to those in attendance, for which I've expressed surprised gratitude. Passing three boys, one of whom follows me talking for a little ways, maybe four to six years of age and playing together on an astonishing assortment of colorful two-wheelers, my disabled neighbor in her well-equipped wheelchair walking pet wire-haired terrior Gypsy suggests going with me next time and I agree that would be excellent fun also.
Saturday is Jonesborough's Garden Tour ("Through the Garden Gate," Jonesborough's 13th Annual Garden Gala") with "the intrepid volunteer" 80-something Doris Dean -- retired from ETSU, founder of Friends of the Jonesborough-Washington County Museum fundraising and service organization, and widow of a former Reece Museum director (now Theresa Burchett-Anderson) -- at the ticket ($12/per) collection table and we catch up on a few town details also. Another friend, brought up also as a Christian Scientist by sometimes South American missionary parents and a retired bi-lingual teacher, Lindy from college-time days, shows up waving with two friends at her side, one a Unicoi County transplant from Alaska. After some conversation we disperse and regroup for the Victorian tea, complete with a young woman classical violinist in the gazebo, at the top of the East town rise, supplied with tasty and tasteful assortments of homemade small pastries and punch and served by sponsors/organizers the Tuesday Garden and Schubert Clubs, the latter including Marilyn Buchanan, retired professor and Chair of the Friends of the Library also, and Dr. Roberta Herrin, Chair of ETSU/CASS, who sits with us briefly to discuss the occasion and a few other events. Dr. Bill Kennedy -- retired surgeon, current medical legalist, and founder of the Historic Jonesborough Foundation amongst other similar pursuits -- hands out detailed maps which include all the Latin flora names for the gardens he and his wife have designed and maintained on their one-block plot with its 19th century historic structure. One of four photocopied informations entitled "Miscellaneous Things" includes the following: ... What is the white stuff on the apple trees? It is a newer product, SURROUND, a clay suspension in water, that forms a physical barrier to insects and diseases. Advantages: totally organic and non-toxic.... What is the droopy-looking shrub with the wilted-looking leaves? It is Harry Lauder's Walking Stick, named for a famous British hiker. Actually, it is a contorted filbert. And, well, that's how the leaves look. But beauty is more than leaf deep. Peek beneath the leaves and see the wonderful curly branches, which are the reason people grow this small shrub -- it's glorious in the winter without leaves. The branches are used for line material for flower arranging.... What are are those amazing basket plants hanging on the sweet gum tree? These Stag Horn Ferns, Platycerium, are a tropical species that grow upon tree trunks or branches. They are not parasites, however, just residents. There are 2 kinds of fronds or leaves. The basal fronds are round and enclose the roots and clasp the support it grows on; many layers build up and store water like a sponge. The long branching fronds look like stag horns. On the underside at the ends are large brown patches where the spores are produced. (New small plants are called pups.) These ferms live in the greenhouse in the winter. Their favorite food is banana peels.... We have a new outbuilding, a formal little 19th century necessary [out]house we rescued and restored. It will have new life as storage for dried flowers. Another handout contains annotated listings of their favored mail-order and ground gardening resources including Gardens of the Blue Ridge, Inc. and Thyme After Thyme, Inc. As ever, we discuss current events and local happenings with some surprise, interest and humor. A one-block plot with fantasy manse and landscaping, complete with ornate pool and varied heritage gardens, behind my home is owned by Dr. and Mrs. Thatcher. In one corner of their fairy garden, a sign reads: "Quiet please! Fairy dance lessons in progress." Beside that is a large fairy statue surrounded by quite a few smaller ones in various ballet poses. Although there are 13 gardens on the walking tour, I only have time and energy to explore six, including those of the Blair-Moore House, described in an earlier ACR and New Emancipator article, the Eureka Hotel, and the Buchanan's, where husband Curtis is displaying also his famous Windsor chairmaking skills. He has also been a driving force behind the town's now-popular Saturday Farmer's Market in the Library's parking lot. A second-year addition to the Garden Tour has been working graphic artists displaying their skills also so I am fortunate to greet and converse with social activist and ACR contributor and friend Margaret Gregg, now living in Abingdon VA. Members of the two fostering town Clubs collected over $2000 each in proceeds which are donated to local non-profits like the Jonesborough Library, Second Harvest Food Bank, Jonesborough Repertory Theatre, Jonesborough Heritage Club, and the Senior Center.
Sunday morning is for the Presbytery where Marilyn, her choir-singing daughter Summer, and the new Town Mayor attend, along with a few other friendly acquaintances off and on including Steve and LaDonna Bacon of Black Hawk Realty which has been devoting itself to "Green" design and architecture in which they are both now certified. I review the list of members and friends that have served in the military accompanying the church program and speak with an acquaintance sitting behind me until the service begins. As ever there's a children's service where youngsters gather before the pulpit to sit on the floor as does the Youth Pastor, a Peruvian native, and listen to her brief Bible-based homily, this one on the importance of humility. Preceding the main sermon we are treated to a transcendant rendition of "On My Cross" by the choir, led by a strongly emotive baritone before all the voices come in supportingly in harmonizing behind him. Guest pastor Patricia Willard, an area native and graduate of Columbia Seminary, has retired from her ministry in Washington DC, now leads a Women's Bible Study in her Johnson City home, and has chosen John 17:6-19 as her text, to which she adds an anecdote about the musical "Fiddler On The Roof" and its reference by a theatre critic after its opening as charmingly quaint since the main character speaks regularly with God throughout the drama. Afterwards there's a buffet fundraiser lunch, "the amazing potato bar," by and for the Youth programs where I sit and converse with a retired teacher from Mars, Pennsylvania who has also spent a few years in Boston where her husband and daughter both earned advanced degrees from Harvard and is a participant in the Tuesday Garden Club, which is where I met her originally.
In the afternoon a regional sampling of Rolling Thunder, veteran bikers and their families, roar in as they always do, serious and awesome in black vests covered with many colorful pins, for area events particularly relevant to them. I was fortunate to stand next and speak briefly with a Junior Member, suitably attired and perhaps five years of age, and his father who served in our nation's Air Force, as did my thence-disabled and now-deceased father during World War II. Taps was played from the audience by a perfect local trumpeter, a large bouquet ceremonially laid, and veterans of our different branches of service applauded when they raised their hands as Army, Marine, Navy, Air Force, Merchant Marine and Coast Guard were called. Retired Navy Commander Kenny Wayne Fields, shot down over Laos and retrieved after 189 (no, that isn't a misprint) Air Force sorties, is the main speaker and is followed shortly, after the Mayor, by our Federal Representative Phil Roe -- a retired physician, also a veteran, and an enthusiastic and determined member of the House Veterans Affairs Committee. He tells us that he's learned on a recent visit to Afghanistan that our soldiers are properly enabled with life-saving equipment and that the country's residents are the poorest he's ever met. They live on less than one dollar a day and his Starbucks coffee-to-go on return would have fed one for three-and-a-half days. Along with others after the presentations, I introduce myself to him and his wife and we converse briefly. He comments that he wishes more of his constituents would write to him about their concerns, opinions and viewspoints and I suggest that with our newly responsive government and President perhaps they will as that encouragement to participate seeps outward into the atmosphere and our environment. Marion Light, regional chair of the Democratic Party, is humorously toasted by our Republican Mayor and read a decree declaring the day Marion Light Day in honor of his lead and stewardship in refurbishing the Veteran's Memorial and Park with its numerous fund-raising and commemorative bricks. Those list residents who've served our nation in the military, including one for my Goddaughter's now-deceased father, Joe Grindstaff, another college-era friend and Army medic in Vietnam who died several years ago, having been for decades the town's most memorable, honored and cherished, if quirky, historic craftsman, along with carefully guided helpers, in restoring structures with integrity through well-researched and practiced original methods of design and construction. On a more somber note the long-time practicing and warm resident MSW who told and comforted me and others in learning of that sudden demise has contracted a rare, freak, invasive bacteria for which he's been hospitalized several weeks that has destroyed most of his brain, leaving him comotose but with a living will to assure that he won't be kept "alive" artificially.
Perhaps that's an appropriate ending note for a day that remembers and celebrates those who've given their lives in sacrifice to our country and the freedoms for which we fight and sometimes are harmed and/or die. And that have allowed me and others to stroll the byways and paths of "The Lost State of Franklin" this memorable weekend in relative peace and some prosperity through the grace of democracy and God.
"Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic." -- General John A. Logan, first commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, 1868 grave decoration order
"Not only are they commemorated by columns and inscriptions, but there dwells also an unwritten memorial of them, graven not on stone but in the hearts of men." -- Pericles, 493-429 b.c.
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