WATERTOWN -- Mr. Patton, 76, died Sunday, Nov. 6, 2011 at his residence.
He was the son of the late Toy and Gladys Patton of Statesville.
Mr. Patton was a graduate of Watertown High School, he attended Cumberland University and was a proud veteran of the U.S. Air Force. He retired from TRW Ross Gear in Lebanon and was a member of Friendship Baptist Church.
Survivors include: his wife of 57 years, Dorothy Lester Patton; daughters, Pamela Cates of Nashville and Teresa (Richard) Carter and grandson, William Blake Carter, of Lebanon.
Services were held Tuesday afternoon, Nov. 8, at Hunter Funeral Home in Watertown with Bro. Chad Pinion officiating.
Interment followed in Jennings Cemetery in Statesville.
He was a loving father and husband and was always thankful for a sunny day with his close friends at the lake.
"He will remain in our hearts always."
Watertown's Hunter Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
WATERTOWN -- Funeral services are set for 11 a.m. Wednesday, Nov. 9 at Hunter Funeral Home for Mrs. Wilson, 82, of Watertown.
A homemaker, Mrs. Wilson died Sunday, Nov. 6, 2011 at Vanderbilt Medical Center.
The family will receive friends prior to services Wednesday at the funeral home.
Services will be conducted by Bro. Steve Mayle and Bro. Lynn Mayerlen. Interment will follow in Poplar Hill Cemetery.
Survivors include: husband of 63 years John Henry Wilson of Watertown; daughter Linda Duke of Watertown; grandchildren Tony (Amelia) Duke of Cedar Hill, Texas, Gary (Tammy) Duke of The Colony, Texas; Rhonda Duke of LaGrange, Ohio and Debbie Rhodes of New Port Richie, Fla.; seven great-grandchildren; and a great-great-grandson.
She was preceded in death by parents Charnie and Hattie Lewis; four brothers; a sister; and son-in-law Reece Duke.
Watertown's Hunter Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
MT. JULIET -- Funeral services will be 10 a.m., Thursday, Nov. 10, at Bond Memorial Chapel in Mt. Juliet for Mr. Saunders, 89, of Mt. Juliet.
A retired auxiliary police captain in Roselle Park, N.J. Mr. Saunders died Monday, Nov. 7, 2011.
A veteran of World War II, serving in the U.S. Navy, Mr. Saunders was a member of the Mt. Juliet Senior Citizen Center, the American Legion, Veterans of Foreign Wars and the Teamsters Local #707.
Visitation will be 4-8 p.m. Wednesday, Nov. 9, at the chapel.
Entombment with military honors will follow at Hermitage Memorial Gardens.
Survivors include: his daughter Barbara (William) O'Donnell; grandchildren Janene (Steven) Pierce, David (Patty) Stolinsky, Sean (Heidi) O'Donnell and Kevin (Casey) Stolinsky; great-grandchildren Kimberlee Stolinsky, Allison O'Donnell, Michael Pierce, David M. Stolinsky and Bethany Stolinsky.
He was the son of the late George and Gladys Green Saunders, and was preceded in death by his wife Agnes Saunders; daughter Jacqueline Stolinsky; and sister Mamie Burkholder.
Mt. Juliet's Bond Memorial Chapel is in charge of arrangements.
LEBANON -- Graveside services will be conducted 2 p.m. Friday, Nov. 11 at Wilson County Memorial Gardens for Mrs. Patterson, 83, of Lebanon.
Mrs. Patterson died Monday, Nov. 7, 2011.
Services will be conducted with Bro. Don Loftis officiating.
Survivors include: grandsons Kelly Patterson and Jeff (Nici) Patterson; brother Gene Curtis and sisters Thelma Joyce Curtis and Barbara Ann Johnson.
She was the daughter of the late, James Walter and Bertha Matilda Smith Curtis. Mrs. Patterson was also preceded in death by her husband James H. Pat Patterson; son James W. Jimmy Patterson; brothers Dewey James Curtis, Jackie Lawrence Curtis, Robert Eugene Curtis and Glenn Melvin Curtis and sister Bertha Velma Curtis.
Arrangements by Bond Memorial Chapel, Mt. Juliet.
LEBANON -- Funeral services were held Tuesday afternoon, Nov. 8 at Sellars Funeral Home on the Baddour Parkway for Mrs. Hester, 63.
Mrs. Hester died Saturday, Nov. 5, 2011. Employed for 35 years with Ingram Periodicals in LaVergne, she was a member of the First Church of the Nazarene on Woodland Street in Nashville and a past matron of Old Hickory OES #203.
services were conducted by Pastor Scott Dobbins. Interment followed at Tate Cemetery in Lobelville.
Survivors include: her husband of 42 years Thomas Hester; children Jeannie Moncrief, Connie (Robert ) Alberson and Tommy Hester; grandchildren Christina and Micheal Hanna, Crystal-Marie Alberson, Cadie Moncrief, Cassie and Carlee Alberson; sisters, Mary (Eddy) Nichols and Ann Hittinger; and dear friends Sheila Lawson and Emily Hughes.
Mrs. Hester was preceded in death by her parents, William Smithcors and Tennie Mae Stewart Hittinger.
Lebanon's Sellars Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
MT. JULIET -- Funeral services were held Monday morning, Nov. 7 at Bond Memorial Chapel in Mt. Juliet for Mrs. Maxey, 72, of Mt. Juliet.
Mrs. Maxey, died Thursday, Nov. 3, 2011. She was a member of Victory Baptist Church and a 1956 graduate of Mt. Juliet High School.
She loved to read and play bridge and was a member of the Lions Club and Big Brothers of Mt. Juliet.
Services were conducted by Brother Chuck Groover. Interment followed at Mt. Juliet Memorial Gardens.
Survivors include: her former husband Orba Maxey Sr.; son Bud (Ashley) Maxey; daughter Dawn (Dana) Hudson; brothers,William Bunky Jones and Thomas Jones; sister Mildred (Bob) Agee; grandchildren Ashley Joye, Brandi Bugg, LaLa Maxey and Easton Maxey; great-grandchildren Kylar Hudson and Lily Bugg; several nieces and nephews.
She was preceded in death by her parents, Charles and Nannie Weston Jones, and her brother, Charles Jones.
Honorary pallbearers will be members of the Lions Club of Mt. Juliet and members of Big Brothers of Mt. Juliet.
Mt. Juliet's Bond Memorial Chapel was in charge of arrangements.
By JOHN L. SLOAN, firstname.lastname@example.org
It creeps across the prairie at a speed that is deceiving. It is both beautiful and dangerous. Hoar frost is nothing but frozen fog and it can happen in the blink of a frozen eyelid. It started that morning as fog, a dense fog laying over and along the Assiniboine River. Disconcerting but harmless if you wait it out. The sun will burn it off sooner or later. Now, it was something more.
The rustling in the frozen leaves behind me came again. Bear?
I did not have a bear permit and knew how much damage a bear could do to a bow hunter even shot in the heart with a bow. The bear shuffled on, if it was indeed a bear and I believe it was. At last, I could hear it no more. I have killed a few bears, maybe several. I am not unduly afraid of them. However, the bears of the Manitoba prairie have an attitude. They dont like humans.
I will admit to a mild case of the gollywobbles as I sat back down in the treestand. Truth is I was shaking like a dog trying to pass a peach pit. Damn fog. I hate not being able to see. I hate hoar frost even more. A raven scolded me for interfering in his morning routine. Ravens often follow bears, dining on their leftovers.
Again, something moved to my right. Again, I lifted the bow from the holder and tried to slice the fog. Something was rustling the fallen, frozen birch leaves in the fencerow that split the prairie.
I had driven to Manitoba for this late season bow hunt. I had to stop in Thief River Falls and pick up my new Arctic Cat ATV. They wanted to talk with me about a promotion they had in mind and figured they could save shipping money. Therefore, I had a 3,600 mile roundtrip.
I met the Shebaylo Brothers, Bob and Jeff in Winnipeg and we drove to their hunting camp, actually a nice, three-bedroom house, in the Assiniboine River Valley.
We arrived just at dark, after getting settled, put some steaks on the grill, and kicked back. Since I was not on any real timeline, we slept in the next morning. I got up late, almost daylight and jumped on the ATV to scout some fields from the roads and fence rows. At the edge of one field, I saw a better than average buck. I watched him through binoculars and planned a hunt.
After breakfast, we placed a ladder stand in the fencerow, a 100-yard wide band of birch trees that stood out on the prairie 400 yards from the river. I then spent the morning flinging practice arrows. That afternoon I hunted a stand on the edge of an alfalfa field. I saw several deer but nothing big enough to shoot. With one tag, I get selective.
For November, the weather was nice. Cold mornings, warming to 50s in the day and not the usual, biting north wind. I had expected the same for today. Overnight the mercury had dropped to 16 degrees. There was a skim of ice on the shallow river. It would warm as the sun bathed the brown grasses. But that would be quite a few shivering minutes away. Say 380 minutes. Then add the fog.
Daylight brought the fog that had me shivering in the newly placed ladder stand, 12-feet off the ground and 22-yards from a narrow road through the trees. Rubs and tracks were all around me. I had parked the Arctic Cat 300-yards away and the walk to the stand had warmed me. Now, the fog, turning to hoar frost, and the bear had me shaky.
I tried to cut through the fog and see the source of the rustling. I hoped the bear had not decided to return and check me out. I saw something and then a light breeze swirled the fog just enough to give me one clear look. The bow came up and the string came back. The 125-grain Thunderhead glistened with drops of frost. In one, slow, fluid motion, the single sight pin settled and I opened my fingers. The arrow was gone and I heard a solid thump, hooves pounding and then silence. In those days, I could shoot with the best of them when it came to live game.
Now I really had the gollywobbles!
Instead of waiting my usual 30-40 seconds before getting down, locked in the fog, I just sat in the stand and tried to get some semblance of a normal heartbeat and breathing restored. The facts are these: I had just shot what I thought to be a better than average deer, perhaps even a big deer. The sound of the arrow strike was good. I was locked in ground fog, now hoar frost and could not now even see said ground. I was also cold. It was cold enough I figured the fog was freezing on the trees along the river.
I lowered all the various and sundry equipment to the ground and slowly made my way down the slippery ladder steps. Then I did calisthenics. Since I could not see anything, I gripped the ladder and did 50 deep knee bends then 50 jumping jacks and finished with 25 vertical pushups, warm again at last.
I knew where the Arctic Cat was. I also knew how easy it is to get lost in ground fog on the prairie having done it once. You can lose your way in six easy steps. In hoar frost, you can die.
So I waited and shuffled and stomped my feet. I listened for the bear. I agonized over my shot. I replayed it several times in my mind. It was a good shot. Since I didnt own a cell phone, I had little choice but to wait.
One single beam. A shaft of sunlight slender as a tendril of fettuccini touched the ground. The sun was out. The fog/frost began to dissipate like your breath on a cold morning. Inch by inch I could see the ground. Then I could see the break of the river with the fog frozen to the tree limbs. I smiled and imagined I was even warmer. Twenty minutes later I see could well enough to start the search.
First, I found the arrow. It was half-buried in the prairie grass and covered in blood. A few feet away, still glistening with frozen fog crystals was a drop of blood the size of a Canadian Looney, (their quarter). I looked out across the grassland. Something was sticking up above the tough grass.
I retrieved the ATV complete with camera and spotting scope tri-pods and various equipment and after four tries got the buck loaded. I was younger, healthy and strong then. I grinned as I thought of the pile of great food in the form of offal, I left for the bear and coyotes and the ravens. Nothing goes to waste on the prairie. The sun shone warmly and I shed some clothes. It was a great day even in the fog.
This memory came to me the other day. The next year, about the same time, I got sick. I came quite close to dying. I have not been back to the Assiniboine Valley but if my health continues to improve, I just may go next year. Bob Shebaylo called 10 days ago and we talked about it. He urged me to plan on it. Crossbows are legal there and I just might have a chance to send and arrow flying across the prairie and let the raven scold me for interfering in his morning routine.
There are some good bucks up there in the fog.
My Manitoba buck after it warmed enough to shed some clothes. That was my last trip up there.
Have I told you about my new home? Oh, its to die for!
Its about a year old, has heat and air, wall-to-wall carpeting and great acoustics. Its a little on the small side, but that just means less space to keep clean. Did I mention it has 360 degree views, large windows and a skylight?
Most evenings you can find me in my new home, playing on my phone, flipping through Pottery Barn catalogues and drinking Dunkin Doughnuts coffee. And sometimes, if you look closely through the windows, you may even see me .banging my head repeatedlyagainst the walls of my new home.
No worries though it doesnt hurt the walls are made of fake leather.
Oh, wait did you think I bought a new house? Oh, no I didnt buy a new house. I mean, whats the point, I no longer live in a house.
These days - I just live in my car!
Bardem, 42, was born in Spains Canary Islands and comes from a family with a long line of actors. He began acting at 6 and played rugby for his countrys national team as a teenager. For his villainous role in No Country for Old Men, he won the best supporting actor and was the first Spanish actor to cop an Oscar. He was also nominated for an Academy Award for his work in Before Night Falls and Biutiful. He co-starred last year with Julia Roberts in Eat Pray Love. Married to actress Penelope Cruz, they have a son less than a year old. Next up Bardem stars as the new James Bond villain.
Dear Ken: On a recent episode of NCIS, Mike Franks right forefinger was shown cut off.What happened? Did the actor lose it in real life?
Actor Muse Watson did not actually lose his finger. I suspect they simply taped it back and shot the scene at a camera angle so as to make it appear like it was gone. The veteran actor, 62, is famed as the fellow with the hook in I Know What You Did Last Summer, and is one of many assisting in the restoration of the 1930s art deco Princess Theater in Harriman, Tenn. Watson, a native of Louisiana, has a home in Roane County and got his start at the Oak Ridge Playhouse. Harrimans Princess Theater is undergoing a major face-lift, via $1.7 million from TVA and a state grant. When completed, the former 900-seat theater will be called the Princess Performing Arts, Education and Conference Center and also be home to Channel 15, a public television channel operated by Roane State Community College and the city.
Dear Ken: Is it true that The Simpsons is the longest-running TV series in history?
The animated show is the longest-running scripted TV series, and last month Fox signed everybody back on for two more seasons. Negotiations between the network and the voice actors had been a bitter battle. Cast members had been making a reported $440,000 apiece per episode, and some sources noted that they agreed to a pay cut of approximately 30 percent. Can you say dough? Doh!
Dear Ken: Whats the background on Shelley Conn, who plays the mom on the new sci-fi series Terra Nova?
Conn, 34 or 35, was born in London and is of British and Sri Lankan descent and the great niece of 1930s film star Merle Oberon. She played Princess Pondicherry in the movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and has worked steadily for the past 10 years in a series of British TV shows, such as Down to Earth, Casualty, Mersey Beat, Party Animals, Raw, Strike Back and Marchlands.
The event starts at 6 p.m., and you can find us at 123 Public Square in Lebanon. Bring your best girlfriends, and come spend a fun evening checking out all the newest items in womens active wear and intimates. You can even design your very own Christmas PJs while there! Those in attendance will receive all sorts of goodies. But make sure to let us know you are coming by giving Dreams Boutique a ring at 547-9799.
Demos, 77, and his late wife, Doris, started Demos Steak & Spaghetti House in 1989 in Murfreesboro. Today, he, his son and daughter, Peter and Felicia, oversee 500 employees while operating their initial restaurant, plus four others in Lebanon, Nashville and Hendersonville, and in Florence, Ala.
The fact is the familys restaurant business might not exist and certainly would not be so successful had Demos not acquired the acumen he possesses while keeping movie theaters packed during the final years of the Golden Age of Hollywood.
Well, here we areanother week has come and gone! My grandmother use to tell me the older you get the faster time flies. She sure was correct, and the older I get the more I realize that a lot of things she tried to warn me about have come to pass. My grandmother use to feed the birds in her Illinois backyard. She now lives with my parents in Indiana and still insists on feeding them even though she cant get out into the yard. Now she just cracks her bathroom window and pours seed on the windowsill. She loves watching the little birds rush to eat as soon as she shuts the window.
A friend mentioned I should write about bird seed/grain since fall is here and winter will quickly be upon us. Most of us want to know what is best to stock up on and fill our feeders with. Im sure Ray has covered this before, but Ill share with you the different types of seeds and grains for birds. Many species of birds prefer certain types of seeds, so if you want to attract a specific type of bird, put out the seed they prefer.
Mt. Juliet Highs senior offensive lineman Brett Dillard was announced Tuesday afternoon as a finalist for the 2011 Class AAA Tennessee Titans Mr. Football Award.
Dillard has been a mainstay of the offensive front and is a three-year starter at left tackle. He stands 6-3, 280 and scored a 29 on the ACT.
Brett is an outstanding young man and a real leader on our football team, said MJ head coach Roger Perry. Were proud for him and his family.
The other two Class AAA Lineman finalists are: Jay Guillermo from Maryville and Andrew Jelks from Henry County.
The Tennessee Titans Mr. Football Awards will be presented to the top 10 backs and linemen in five classifications of the Tennessee Secondary School Athletic Association on Monday, Nov. 28 at the Embassy Suites Hotel & Conference Center in Murfreesboro.
For the tenth consecutive year, the top kicker in the state will be recognized with a Mr. Football Award.
Mt. Juliet improved to 11-0 on the season following a 35-27 victory over Oakland Friday, Nov. 4 in the first round of the Class 6A playoffs.
The Golden Bears will host Siegel (8-3) in the second round Nov. 11 at 7 p.m.
The football stadium at the new Lebanon High School will bear the name of one of the all-time Blue Devil greats -- Danny Watkins.
A recommendation was approved during Monday nights meeting of the Wilson County Board of Education following remarks by Watkins former LHS teammate Eddie Eskew and Wilson County Commissioner Annette Stafford.
Watkins was an All District and All Mid-State performer at tailback and linebacker for the Blue Devils under Coach David Petty in the 1972 season. Also starring in track and basketball at Lebanon High, Watkins was voted Most Talented as a senior.
He played in the TSSAA All-Star game and went on to have a distinguished football career at UT-Martin, starring at linebacker.
Watkins was voted Gulf South Conference Player of the Year, was a three-time all-conference player and in 1976 was named to the Associated Press All-America team. He was a two-year captain at UT-M.
In 1977 he signed a free agent contract with the Oakland Raiders of the NFL. In 2009, Watkins, along with Buster Jennings and Bruce Skeen, was inducted into the Blue Devil Sports Hall of Fame.
While the football stadium at the new school will bear the Watkins name, the playing surface was named Clifton Tribble Field some months ago -- in honor of the former Blue Devil standout player and coach.
By TOMMY BRYAN, email@example.com