By DONNA NEELY
Thomas (Te) Meador weds Melva Harding
MAY 28, 1960
Thomas (Te) Meador and Melva Harding grew up two doors behind each other in the Village of Old Hickory. The two went to school together all the way from grade school and graduated together at Dupont High School. Te was a football player and Melva a cheerleader. Sparks started when they were selected to walk together at Dupont’s Homecoming 1956. Melva said, “When I put my arm in his arm to walk down the football field, I knew he was the one for me. His arms were so strong! I knew he would take care of me and he has"
The Meador family love story began 50 years ago on May 28th, 1960. Te taught school and coached in Metro for 35 years. Melva was a law firm receptionist in downtown Nashville for 24 years. They have two sons, Marty (Traci), grandsons Zach 15, Nick 12, live in Mt. Juliet and Murray (Susan) live in Boston, Massachusetts, but are moving back to Nashville soon. They are expecting a little girl in June.
Shawna Gregory to wed Matt Norman
Shawna Gregory of Lebanon and Matt Norman of Lebanon are happy to announce their engagement to be married. They will exchange their wedding vows on Saturday, June 12th 2010 at Macedonia Baptist Church in New Middleton. The bride to be is the daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Gary Gregory of Lebanon. She is the granddaughter of Darnell Sevier and the late Thelma Sevier of Gordonsville and Ann Gregory and the late Frank Gregory of Pleasant Shade. Shawna is a 2008 graduate of Lebanon High School. She is currently employed at Summit Primary Care in Hermitage.
The groom to be is the son of Paul Norman of Lebanon & Patricia Duke of Brush Creek. He is the grandson of Earl Foran and the late Patricia Dorothy of Orlando,FL and Monica Norman and the late Jesse Norman of Cahokia,IL. Matt is a 2008 graduate of Lebanon High School. He is currently in the United States Army stationed in Alaska.
BY ROY W. HARRIS
Spring is the time of awakening from winter’s long sleep and the bursting forth of new life. Just as Robins and Cardinals dance rituals of courtship, something magical happens to human beings.
By JILL WAGGONER
PHOTOS BY Starla Steward and Evin Krehbiel
It happens every day, and is the way that every love story begins. However, the chain of events that follows this familiar beginning is what makes every couple distinct; it gives them their story. This tale starts with a most persistent young man and the girl of his dreams, my sister.
|Tuesday, May 25, 2010|
When my oldest was in preschool, his teacher sent home a paper feather and directions for the children to decorate it with anything found around the house. According to the steps, it was critical that this should be completed by the child and not the parent. I obliged, and the next day we turned in a feather decorated with dry rice, beans and a few sequins we found.
That afternoon I walked into the classroom to find all the little feathers hung proudly on a wall. I was in shock! Apparently, my little boy was going to school with 4 year old equivalents of Picasso. There were feathers that looked like they belonged on Bob Mackie couture and some were so detailed it was as if they had been plucked right off a turkey. And there in the center was my little boy’s feather. It was like a pop up camper surrounded by million dollar homes. I couldn’t understand how these parents were able to get their children to concentrate long enough to create such masterpieces. I had a hard time getting my child to stop picking his nose long enough to open the bottle of glue. And that, my friends, was my first trip into the mysterious world of ‘school projects’.
Six years later, my husband and I had labored over everything from an Earth Day project made out of trash to a miniature display of a Native American city all in the name of elementary education. We were pros. But my feelings were growing ambivalent. It felt odd excitedly asking my child, “What grade did mommy get on the history project?”
This year it was a science project that would become the bane of my existence. The sheet came home as we are knee deep in ballgames, end of year parties and teacher appreciation week (on top of everything else like, homework, bath time and a mean case of PMS). This assignment required the brains of Einstein, the creative resources of Martha Stewart and the child like mind of Betty White. In short, we were screwed! There was a silver lining though, we had three weeks.
Last week my 5th grader sat at the kitchen table finishing homework. Suddenly he looked up and said,
“Oh! I almost forgot. The project for science is due on Wednesday.”
“This Wednesday, as in two days from today? Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”
The question no sooner left my lips than I started to recall the day he brought the notorious directions home. In order to block out the feeling that this teacher was out to get me I decided to do what I did while he was in preschool – I let the student do the work. Why should I be the one to sweat, stress and lose sleep? I’ve been through grade school… and high school… and college. So the decision was made to let my boy figure it out with just a little help of course from his dad.
I could hear them in the garage working on it. Every few minutes one would run into the house frustrated with the other. Wednesday morning I helped my little genius carry in a rocket made out of a soda can, chop sticks and powered with vinegar and baking soda.
When the boys got in the car that afternoon before I could ask how the day went my youngest said, “Jacob’s wocket[SIC] didn’t take off! You should have done it for him mama. Daddy made him get a bad grade!” Maybe for next year’s project we’ll split the atom.
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