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Notes from the Founders – July Aug 2011

It’s Hot! Hot! Hot!

And we are not just talking about the weather. Did you happen to see the beautiful young lady on our cover? Our Bachelors of Wilson WLM - Angel Kane & Becky AndrewsCounty Issue was such a hit, we had to follow it with our first annual Bachelorettes of Wilson County Issue. You are going to be amazed by the beauty, brains and talent of all of these lovely ladies. And a big thank you to our very own Erin Brown and Amy Rich, along with their marvelous team of stylists from Green Hills Mall, local makeup artists and hair-stylists who spent the entire day at JuRo Stables in Mt. Juliet working on this feature. We can’t wait to share it with you!

And if you haven’t already figured out that Wilson County is the place to be this summer, then be sure to read all about it in Wilson Living. We have you covered with local happenings, places and people that will keep you busy all summer long.

Trying to find a way to cool off? Chris Tramel’s Tennessee Backroads piece on Center Hill Lake is a must read. Paradise awaits, just a half hour drive away, in our very own backyard. The photos will take your breath away!

Trying to decide if the cicadas are finally gone? Then be sure to read Roy Harris’ take on those pesky bugs, as he takes a moment to refl ect on how they may have enhanced our summer, after all.

Loking for a wonderful home-away-from-home for your four-legged family member, while on vacation this year? Then you have to read all about Houndstooth Grooming and Couture in our new feature, What’s Your Business? They offer an amazing “staycation” for your beloved pet along with treats, clothing and all sorts of pet pampering.

And we are sure many of you have driven by the beautiful home on Horn Springs, up on the hill with the white fencing, and noticed a yellow ribbon tied around the old oak tree. Well, if you’ve ever wondered who lives in this beautiful home, then we have a big surprise for you. Johnny and Lisa Carver graciously opened their home and hearts to Wilson Living Magazine and we couldn’t be more excited! We have some wonderful photos of their home and garden to share with our readers but more importantly, the Carvers shared with all of us Johnny’s amazing history and life in the country music industry.

And we couldn’t share their story without saying thank you to Lisa, who made the ladies of Wilson Living homemade, maple brownies during our visit with the Carvers – they were the best we ever tasted!

So as always, find your favorite rocker on the front porch, pour yourself a tall glass of iced tea and sit back and read about all your neighbors, as we bring you this July/August of Wilson Living Magazine.

Until next time, keep reading.Until next time, keep reading!!
Angel Kane
Becky Andrews

Email Angel at angel@wilsonlivingmagazine.com or Becky at becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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Founders’ Favorites – June July 2011

For a chance to win all of our Founder’s Favorites from the July-August Edition: 
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Congratulations to Vicki Sledge of Lebanon, TN. Vicki won all the items shown in last month’s issue and you could be next.

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Custom Wreath Designs

Custom Wreath Designs make exquisite, handmade wreaths that will add a beautiful touch to your home’s door, bedroom, kid’s room or any other room in a home. Initials can be added to any design. They offer unique, one of a kind custom wreaths in many different looks from sports inspired wreaths that will show off your collegiate or pro team spirit, to seasonal wreaths such as Patriotic, Halloween or Christmas designs. These beautiful wreaths also make the perfect gift for birthdays, anniversaries, bridal and baby showers.

Check them out at www.customwreathdesigns.com or contact Karen Harrison at kedwards1981@aol.com or at 815-7221.

The winner of this issue’s Founder’s Favorites will win a custom made wreath of their choice.

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Dillard’s Lawncare & Landscape Company

Dillard’s Lawncare and Landscape Company is a one-stop shop for all your landscaping needs, designs and irrigation installations. Owned by Chase Dillard, a Friendship Christian graduate, Chase and his team are passionate about their business and offer first class service to all their clientele. The quality of work performed by his landscape professionals is like no other in Wilson County. Does your grass need to be mowed, edged, seeded and fertilized? Chase is an expert at making your grass look luxurious, lush and weed free! Need your landscaping beds, bushes, flowers and shrubs maintained on a regular basis? Then be sure to call Dillard’s Lawncare and Landscape Company. They offer reasonable prices, custom tailored to your needs. More importantly Chase oversees every job. No job is too big or too small. To contact Dillard Landscaping, call them at 504-9857 or email Chase at dillardchase@yahoo.com.

The winner of this issue’s Founder’s Favorites will win a landscaping service valued at $150.00.

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Party Zone

Party Zone, located in Providence Commons in Mt. Juliet (next to Publix), has everything you need to celebrate your special occasions. From birthday parties to holidays, they are ready to make your next party a success! Party Zone can take care of all your party needs. From greeting cards to balloons to banners to paper products and catering supplies – they are ready to celebrate with you!! Check them out on the web at www.partyzonemtjuliet.com or call them at 758-8887.

The store is open 7 days a week so make sure to stop in anytime to see how they can make your next celebration bigger and better.

The winner of this issue’s Founder’s Favorites will win a $50.00 Gift Certificate.

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Hat’s Off to the Wilson County Fair – August 12-20, 2011

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It’s summertime, and that means preparation is well underway for Wilson County’s world famous Wilson County Fair, to be held this year from Friday, August 12th through Saturday, August 20th.

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Table Of Contents – July Aug 2011

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July / Aug 2011 Features
 

6      Notes From the Founders

7      Phoenix Ball Scene

8
      Founders' Favorites
   
10    Calendar Of Events

        Meet Your Neighbor
12
    Optometrists See Eye to Eye   
      
        Home & Garden
16
    Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'round the Ole Oak Tree

        Fun About Town
22
    Wilson County Fair

        Pay It Forward
24
    Veteran's Best Friend

        Telling Tales
28    
Friends..
      
        Styles & Trends
31
    Meet the Bachelorettes of Wilson County
41    On Location at JuRo Horse Stables in Mt. Juliet
42     Spotlight on Fashion

                      


        

July / Aug 2011 Features

        Food
46
     Food For Thought

        Education
48
    School is in Session All Year Round at Cedars Preparatory Academy
    
        Tennessee Backroads
52    The Beauty of Center Hill Lake

        Reflections
54
    Cicada Time in Tennessee      

        Business & Industry
56
    Lojac Materials

        What's your Business?
57
    Houndstooth Grooming & Couture

        Living in the Past
58
    Once a Blue Devil Always a Blue Devil

        Finding Your Piece Of The Good Life
60    A Return to Wilson County Brings on the Good Life

ON THE COVER

The Bachelorettes of Wilson County, Bri Montgomery on the front and Deanna Barnes above are just two of nine Wilson County Bachelorettes featured in this issue. Photos by AMY RICH
– See page 31

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Telling Tales – Little Havana

BY ANGEL KANE

My husband and I are amazed by the fact our children continue to persist in the theory that America is a democracy. They wake up in the morning clinging to this belief and go to bed at night dreaming of the red, white and blue. Problem is, while America is a democracy, my children do not get to partake in this free and independent state.

That’s because we like to run our home as a purely dictatorial society. In fact it brings us great joy to do so. Our favorite game is the voting game – a game very similar to what voting in Cuba is like. We let the three kids vote on where to eat dinner, what movie to see and so on. But then if the vote doesn’t go our way, we simply explain to them that parents actually have two votes each, so no matter how hard they campaign – – they can never carry the vote. This is always a fun game, as is the enjoyable game of “no you can’t, because I said so”, which I hear is a Fidel favorite.

I liken our home to other households in Havana where the three little people who live with us must follow our rules. We, their self appointed government, know what is best for them. Like Cuba, we have those who follow the rules, those who pretend to follow the rules and those who are always trying to find a way to sail to Miami!

Before our third child was born, our little Havana was a dream. The children ate what I fed them, wore what I gave them to wear and went to bed when I told them to go. Home was like a utopian society where we all shared a common goal – keep Fidel (a.k.a. Mama) happy. But then my little insurgent was born. It’s as if he came out of the womb holding the Constitution in one hand and the Bill of Rights in the other.

Since the moment he learned to speak, he has been enlightening the other citizens that the conditions they live under are unconscionable.

“Oatmeal for breakfast – why when there are things called Pop Tarts?”

“Brush your teeth with adult toothpaste – are they trying to poison us?”

“Go to bed before prime time programming – put me in solitary, why don’t you?”

We used to think the insurgent was harmless. While he can give a rousing speech, he’s only five, so naturally we assumed he was all talk.  But recently, we’ve noticed that the insurgent’s spewing of democratic propaganda is beginning to cause unrest.

He’s been holding – not  so – underground meetings in the playroom, touting the theory of  – one man, one vote. He denounces the legitimacy of our government, as he was not allowed to add his name to the ballot. And lately he’s been claiming that my unilateral decision to deposit his birthday checks into his college accounts instead of Toys R Us is just another form of taxation without representation. His wild views are slowly catching on, just the other day all three staged a walk-out – refusing to watch Oprah insisting the vote was rigged.

Unlike Fidel, however, we are not interested in quelching this democratic movement. In fact, we are quite hopeful our little Patrick Henry’s – give me a 9 o’clock bedtime or give me death – rantings will spur all three citizens to seek more freedom one day. That’s because in our little Havana we really do want the oppressed to someday experience independence.

Our motto is – as soon as you can afford to buy your own paddleboat, you can gladly sail away!

Post Script

Unbelievably, my little insurgent is now 7 years old. His insistence that he’s entitled to certain freedoms continues to this day. Recently, however, he has taken great comfort in knowing that Fidel no longer controls Cuba. He’s hopeful that his self-imposed  government might also one day get a new leader.  

Little does he know that Raul (a.k.a. Daddy) has long been known as Fidel’s enforcer!

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Telling Tales – The Monday Omen

By BECKY ANDREWS,
Wilson Living Magazine
It started out like any other Monday when the kids are on summer break. I showered, noticed a really bad pimple-that looked like I was sprouting a unicorn-, put on my skinny shorts and noticed that they had shrunk over the weekend (however, I don’t remember washing them OR putting them in the dryer.

But let’s face, a woman my age has no business wearing skinny shorts.). This was not good. But because I am a little dimwitted when it comes to noticing ‘signs of what’s to come’, I used some concealer and threw on a pair of yoga pants.

After I got the children ready and listened to them whine about how they need time off, (They just got out of school and here I am making them get up and brush their teeth at 9 am. I know. I should be arrested. ), we were headed out for mommy to work and for the children to complain about it. After work, I decided to let them play at a friends’ house. What did I do with this extra 2 ½ hour reprieve?

Did I get a massage? Did I take a nap? Did I watch the last episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey- or as my husband calls it; Goodfellas? Nope! I went grocery shopping.

It’s not bad enough that there’s a new reality show dedicated to couponing but now these couponer’s (is that a word?) are taking over my favorite grocery store and buying all of the buy one get one free cereals.

So on to the point of this embarrassing little trip. I was in a hurry so instead of carrying around my purse I decided to bring in just my wallet. My wallet that I keep cash in. My wallet that doesn’t hold my driver’s license or debit card or credit card. I intended on picking up just a few necessities and a six pack of an adult beverage… For my husband

As the cashier started ringing up my items, my son’s old ball coach and all around nice guy started unloading his grocery haul behind mine. We were making small talk when it hit me that I only had cash. The total was creeping up. Suddenly we heard a beep and the cashier stopped and asked for my ID. I told her story about not having my ID and how it was out in the car and I always carry it in a different little pouch and who are you to judge me anyway, lady!?

After she takes the charge off because I didn’t have my ID, then comes the next awkward moment. The total. I pull out my cash and realize that there’s a lot of ones; mostly ones. And nowhere near enough to cover this tab.

So I began to count. And the ball coach continued shooting the breeze. As I sat there counting out my 58 one dollar bills, I realized how this all must have looked. I didn’t have my id and that prevented me from buying something. 

Then I’m paying for my groceries with ones. A lot of ones, but nowhere near the amount I needed. Panic was setting in. He was probably thinking I was some lowlife buying adult beverages on a Monday afternoon, counting out one dollar bills-which I got from being a stripper at a really bad gentlemen’s club where patrons’ only give one dollar tips, in a town that doesn’t have cable access.

I was $30 short and didn’t want to run out to my car and grab my other wallet. But wait! There in my wallet, my spare debit card. So I paid my bill. With 58 one dollar bills and the remaining balance on my debit card. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

When I drove off I decided to stay home next Monday… Even if my skinny shorts fit.

Comments? Email becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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Telling Tales – What did you do this Summer?

By ANGEL KANE,
Wilson Living Magazine

That is always the dreaded question, isn’t it?

And when your child is asked this question, you wait with bated breath. Will they tell this inquiring person about the wonderful trip you took them on, the fun activities you paid for them to partake in or the countless days spent at the pool watching them jump …after jump …after jump …off the diving board.

If your kids are like mine…they usually look this person right in the eye and then say…

“We did nothing.”

Of course, they could have gone to the moon and back and they would still answer in this manner….so this summer I have decided to shake things up!
 
In the Kane household this will be forever known as the SUMMER OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!

And I will lead by example.

So, as my forlorn crew sat at the kitchen table Monday morning deciding all the “nothings” they would partake in, I started the conversation.

“I just bought this new cookbook and my summer project is that I am going to cook every single recipe in here by the end of summer.”

No one looked up….

“Did you hear me?” I said to my lackluster (already tan from multiple pool days) group.

“But you don’t cook,” said my eldest.

“I cook! I make spaghetti and tacos on a regular basis and anyway that is the point, I am going to accomplish cooking all summer – won’t that be fun? And each of you guys are going to pick something to accomplish by the end of the summer as well. Now what’s it going to be?

To which my husband responded, “Since I already have a job do I have to play?”

“No!” (There is one in every group, isn’t there?)

“Ok  – kids – what is each of you going to accomplish this summer? And let me just add that if you don’t come up with something yourselves, then I am going to pick for you.”

My eldest (who has learned it is pointless to argue with me) piped up – “I will learn to write with my left hand.”

Have I mentioned, she is the one most like her father?

“No. Rule #2 of the Summer of Accomplishment – is that whatever you accomplish – has to somehow benefit me – so left hand writing would be out.”

And after 10 minutes of multiple examples of things they would NOT accomplish this summer, I decided to do help each of them pick.

“Madison you are going to plant a flower garden.”

“Zoe you are going to raise chickens.”

“Neill you are going to teach “Frankie” all the tricks a dog should know.”

I have a sneaky suspicion that should any of you ask my children what they did this summer…”nothing” isn’t going to be part of their response.

Mission Accomplished!

To read more of Angel and Becky’s columns go to www.wilsonpost.com and hit Columns & Blogs.

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Telling Tales – On Failure and Fatherhood

By BECKY ANDREWS
Wilson Living Magazine
My dad is a failure. Sounds harsh, I know. Hear me out though. Dad’s not from the south. He grew up the first child of, Elena Romano. When Elena entered the United States via ship from Italy she was just 2 years old. Shortly after her family arrived her father and mother split up and soon all four of their children, including Elena, were placed in separate orphanages. Keep in mind this was a different time.

Before women could vote, before almost everyone had an automobile, and before many laws and regulations were placed upon state run facilities. Growing up in an orphanage during that time was, according to Elena, like living in purgatory.

Needless to say, she was unprepared to enter the ‘real world’ when the orphanage could no longer care for her. To make a long story short, she married the first of two not so great suitors. The first left when my dad was 2 and his little sister, Marguerite, was a tiny baby. Scared and alone with two small children and an 8th grade education, Elena soon fell under the spell of another man who was even worse than the first.

Leo had a horrible temper and didn’t like my dad. He felt this two year old boy was competition. His horrible drinking problem may have had something to do with such a distorted view of his stepson.

When Leo was gone for days on a drinking binge leaving his wife, two step children and one biological daughter with no food to eat, my dad would break into a local bakery to steal day old bread and pastry.

While Leo was gone, Elena and the children would live on stolen breads and hot tea. My Aunt Margie told me of the times my dad would knock on a window to see if he could come inside. If his stepfather was at home, Margie would have to give my dad a nod that let him know the cold streets of Pittsburg would be his bed for the night. 

The last time my dad saw him, Leo had come home smelling of stale beer and cigarettes. Wielding a switch blade and staggering, Leo looked at my dad and said to his wife, ‘I’m gonna cut his throat! He’s a bum! He’ll always be a bum!’ The next day Elena took her two youngest children and fled. Leaving behind a horrible man, worse memories and her 12 year old son. Just a few weeks later, dad was placed in a foster home in upstate Pennsylvania. This new family was nothing like he had ever known.

This new mom and dad were kind. His foster mom would hug him and encourage him to make good choices. His foster dad didn’t yell and scream but he was firm and expected this boy of the streets to mind and follow rules. He even had the bright idea of getting my dad involved in sports to help redirect hostility.

By the time dad was ready to graduate from high school, he was a sports legend and had a football scholarship waiting at Western Carolina College. During his sophomore year he met my mom. They married and had 6 healthy children.

And here we are decades later. Dad still talks about how much better our life would have been if he would have made better financial or spiritual decisions. He’s retired now so he has more time to stew over mistakes. We don’t feel the same. You see his children, all six of us, think he did a good job.

We’re good parents, all of us have a good sense of humor (you have to in this family), we’re all stable (more or less), and call each other: best friend. He was a failure alright. A failure at becoming a victim of circumstance, but a success at being dad.

Comments? becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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