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For the Love of Bluegrass
Wednesday, May 22, 2013

By KEN BECK
The Wilson Post

Picking and harmonizing for more than 30 years, Lebanon’s One Way Out will perform two sets Saturday at the 10th annual Uncle Jimmy Thompson Bluegrass Festival during Granville’s Heritage Day, an event the band has never missed.

The current version of the group includes lead singer Eddie Testamand on rhythm guitar, baritone Mike Singleton on banjo and guitar, tenor Marty Denton on bass and guitar, baritone Phillip Ryan on mandolin and Winston McPeak on bass.

The band has seen a lot of changes over the years with several musicians coming and going and even had a name change, but the bonds of friendship and the love for old-time music remain constant.

“We’re a traditional bluegrass and gospel band. We do your Bill Monroe, Flatt & Scruggs and Stanley Brothers,” Singleton said. “We’ve all been friends for a long time, and we all have the same love for the music. I’m a banjo picker, but I love singing, too. I like doing something on stage but just as soon be out there jamming.”

“We don’t really consider ourselves professionals. We just play for the love of the music and enjoy playing local events to benefit our community and promote bluegrass music,” said Testamand, who with Singleton are the two remaining charter members of the band, while original member Lamar Cannon sits in from time to time.

“We do Granville every year. We go to a lot of repeat places like the Smithville Jamboree and Uncle Dave Macon Days,” Testamand said. “Our biggest event is the Wilson County Fair. We are the house band for the Back Porch Stage in Fiddlers Grove. We love Fiddlers Grove. It’s a wonderful stage with great acoustics. It’s our home stage almost and where we draw our biggest crowds.”

As for Saturday’s performance in Granville, the music fest will be a bit different this year, Singleton said.

“We’ll have three different bands play twice each. It’s still the Jimmy Thompson Bluegrass Festival but not a competition,” he noted.

(Old-time fiddler Thompson was the first entertainer to perform on “The Grand Ole Opry” in late 1925. He was born near Granville and later lived in the Wilson County community of LaGuardo. His well house and garage have been relocated to Granville in the past year and there will be a dedication ceremony at 10 a.m., Saturday.)

One Way Out’s roots go back to 1981 or 1982 when Singleton, Testamand and Cannon got to picking at informal jams held on Thursday evenings at Ben Johnson’s B Sharp Music store in Lebanon.

“They were starting to have a few festivals around, and we were going and jamming, me and Eddie and Lamar and the guys. Then they held a band contest at Cedar Fest at Baird Park. We thought we’d get in there, and we didn’t have a name,” Singleton recalled.

Thus, Copenhagen Express was born with Singleton, Cannon, Testamand, Steve Frizzell, Woody Hawkins and, on occasion, Ronnie Rogers. They placed second in the contest.

Since the early days, the group has performed on bills with such bluegrass legends as Ralph Stanley, the Osborne Brothers and Jim and Jesse, but their biggest thrill may have come in their own back yard when they opened a show at Cedars of Lebanon State Park for the late Bill Monroe, “the Father of Bluegrass.”

The band took on a new name in the late 1980s due to a conflict of conscience.

“We were all tobacco lovers back in those days,” Testamand recalled of Copenhagen Express. “We started to sing gospel music and had several churches in different counties inviting us to come and play. We thought ‘this is not good.’ So that is how the change came about. We pretty much gave up the chewing and dipping. We got a little older and wiser, so we quit. We felt better about doing our music at churches and funerals and being a better example for the bluegrass industry.”

One Way Out plays at numerous local functions such as weddings, funerals, picnics, fish fries, school events, Christmas parties and an annual Boy Scout chili cook-off fundraiser, while Singleton has served on the Wilson County Fair Board for 20 years and lines up the entertainment each August for the Back Porch Stage.

The 41-year veteran with the Tennessee Department of Transportation, who does geographic mapping, first picked up a guitar at 16.

“My daddy sang and emceed in a band, The Tennessee Corn Choppers, that played three-room schools in the ’50s. So this is kinda in my blood. One of his friends showed me a few chords on a guitar. I was in my middle 20s when I started playing banjo,” said the multi-instrumentalist whose musical influences also include Flatt & Scruggs, Hank Williams Sr. and Jimmie Rodgers.

Testamand, a mechanic for Texas Eastern for 35 years, received a guitar from his wife Connie when he was 24, and said, “Mike’s been my teacher, and what I’ve picked up from other players at festivals. I never was that musically inclined with an instrument.”

While he loves bluegrass, Testamand also enjoys the old gospel standards such as “Just a Little Talk With Jesus” and “Get in Line Brother.”

The band’s most requested tunes include “Keep on the Sunny Side,” “Blue Moon of Kentucky” and “West Virginia Girl.”

“We get a lot of gospel requests. Sometimes we take the last half hour of the show and do all gospel. We have really become a gospel group almost as much as a bluegrass group,” Testamand said.

He and Singleton, members of the Lebanon High School class of 1970, have formed strong ties through their mutual love of music and over the past 10 years have driven to the Bill Monroe Bean Blossom Bluegrass Festival each June in Bean Blossom, Ind., where they pick, sing and grin along with thousands of other bluegrass enthusiasts.

However, their bluegrass journeys also have also carried them to South America and the Big Apple.

“In 1990, we went to the southern end of Peru, almost to Chile, for this folk dance festival,” Singleton said. “There was a square dance group, the Tennessee Flat Footers, they needed a band to go with them. So me and Eddie and Jim Woods, who played fiddle, went there for about 10 days.

“There were people from the Soviet Union, Mexico and South America countries that did their native dances. We would get together and kinda pick together. We played bluegrass with a xylophone. We were playing and I sang ‘Tennessee Waltz,’ and they went crazy. Everybody knew it. There’s one thing about music. It’s international. There are no boundaries,” Singleton said.

In 2011, Singleton and Testamand drove to New York City in conjunction with a performance by the Lebanon High School band. Singleton decided to see if there were any bluegrass jams in the big town.

“I found one in Greenwich Village at a place called the Grizzly Pear. We went out there on a bus across river and rode the subway with our guitar and banjo. When we walked in, the first people we talked to was from Tennessee. We picked there for four or five hours. That was an experience,” he said.

As for the satisfaction of playing with One Way Out for over four decades, Testamand said, “The music is the biggest thrill. I love bluegrass music. Within bluegrass pickers, it’s just like a church group. You become a family. You share the same interests, and big name bluegrass pickers don’t seem to be above anybody.

“We’re all a family together in the bluegrass world. I like the acoustic instruments especially because when you got a person that’s really a fantastic guitar picker or mandolin picker, he’s showing his true talent, and he don’t have to have it amplified. The Lord has blessed us in a lot of ways to just be a shade-tree bluegrass group that loves music,” said the singer-guitarist.

 
The strings are all too visible behind ''Gatsby'
Friday, May 10, 2013

By PATRICK HALL
Special to The  Wilson Post 

Let me preface by saying I consider The Great Gatsby to be one of the greatest American novels ever written, and I never expected Baz Luhrmann’s film to live up to that standard.

With that being said, Luhrmann definitely “gets it,” and his film is a decent adaptation, depicting Gatsby’s world vividly, but tries too hard to include modernity within a facade of green screens and vibrant colors.

In case you aren’t aware, “The Great Gatsby” is the story of elusive Long Island millionaire Jay Gatsby (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his neighbor, bond salesman Nick Carraway (Tobey MaGuire).

The two meet up at one of Gatsby’s illustrious parties and Gatsby persuades Carraway to set up a meet with Carraway’s cousin Daisy (Carey Mulligan), whom was in love with Gatsby just five years prior.

The story is all opulence, parties and the attempts of one man to regain a love he once had, through the material world. Lurhmann’s vision is bright and the film runs with a breakneck pace that is exhausting for the first hour.

Lurhmann seems to pound the “roaring” part of the “Roaring 20s” into the audience, with sensory overload. That overload is also a message about the decade’s overflowing wealth, alcohol and possessions.

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‘Cupcake’ has served hot coffee, hot meals for 50 years
Tuesday, April 16, 2013

By KEN BECK
The Wilson Post

Six days a week, waitress June “Cupcake” Andrews commands her second-shift post at Four Winds Truck Stop.

Not much slips past her vigilant gaze. After half a century of working in restaurants, she’s heard and seen it all and then some.

She reckons she’s poured more than a half a million cups of hot java. “That’s a lot of coffee,” said the waitress, who started here as a cook 44 years ago on April 3, 1969.

“I enjoy meeting people. I like talking to different people. I guess that’s the reason I stayed here so long. I made a lot of friends here,” Andrews said.

“I enjoy working. I can’t stay at home. I’d be lost doing nothing,” said the waitress known as “Cupcake” by most customers. She gave herself the nickname back when she had a CB radio and needed a “handle.”

“All the truckers used to say, ‘Where you gonna eat tonight?’ ‘Ah, we’ll stop by Cupcake’s house,’” said Andrews, who spent 25 years on the 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. third shift.

“I worked a double shift three days a week for 25 years. I worked, slept and made it to the beauty shop. I’ve always been particular about my hair and try to have a neat appearance. People don’t want somebody sloppy waiting on ’em.”

What makes a good waitress?

“Personality and compassion for people,” Andrews answered. “A lot of my customers are like family to me. If I can, I try to find out about their lives.”

And the hardest part of her job?

“Listening to people gripe and complain about stuff,” the straight shooter said. “You meet some people who gripe and are upset about everything they order. Everybody ought to have to work for the public for two or three years. It looks easy, but really it’s hard work. I do the best I can.”

Born in the Elmwood community of Smith County, Andrews moved as child to Wilson County with her family that included five brothers and a sister.

“Daddy was a traveling mop and broom salesman. Later he made mops and brooms. I was a homebody, so I helped Mama. I learned how to cook when I was 10 years old,” said Andrews, who attended Mt. Juliet High School for a year before taking a job at 14 as a dishwasher at the Ideal Café a block off the Lebanon Square.

She later worked at R&R Barbeque in Nashville and then at Ross Drive-In (later King’s Restaurant) in Lebanon. Her first six years at Four Winds, she was a cook.

For the past 38 years, she’s been “waiting” on people, sweeping and mopping the floor, filling sugar bowls and a dozen other chores that have to be done to make a restaurant run smoothly.

“I try to wait on my customers as quickly as I can. I make sure their coffee cups are full. A lot of ’em get onto me because I fill ’em too often,” said the truck-stop veteran, who has a daughter, Tracy Andrews, and two grandchildren, Brittney and James.

Among celebrities, Andrews has served such country music stars as Porter Wagoner, Tom T. Hall, Aaron Tippin, David “Stringbean” Akeman and Grandpa Jones.

The biggest tip she ever received was for $22 but not from the professional entertainers.

“They didn’t tip any better than most folks,” she said.  

Andrews’ boss at the Four Winds, owner Ann Butler of the Rome community in Smith County, has operated a restaurant or truck stop for about 50 years.

“She’s more like a friend and a mother,” Andrews said of her employer. “They call her ‘Big Mama,’ but I call her Miss Ann.

“I love to read when I get my daily chores done on Friday (her off day),” said the waitress, who collects angel figurines and babies her pet Scooter, a part Pomeranian that she bought from a customer at the truck stop. 

As for the biggest change she’s seen in half a century in this business, she says it’s been the gradual demise of late-night patrons.

“It used to be, we were busy ever night. I think the economy’s got something to do with it. I never thought in my lifetime that you’d see third shift closed here. We now close at 10.

“I’ve made a lot of friends from out of here. It’s nice to know you made an impression on somebody,” said Cupcake, an icon at the Four Winds, who bids each customer adieu with the words, “Ya’ll have a good day and come back.”

 
Control-ALT-Delete…
Wednesday, April 10, 2013

By BECKY ANDREWS
Wilson Living Magazine

There were seven beeps then nothing. When I tried rebooting, the same seven beeps and blank screen. That’s how a device that weighs less than a newborn, has no conscience or sense of urgency turned my life completely upside down for SEVEN FULL DAYS!

When I took my tech baby to the doctor, I got the standard battery of questions. If there’s anything that will make you feel more inept as a human being it’s being questioned by an IT Specialist, Programmer, System Administrator or any other computer person title you can think of that means, “You are a complete moron and a disgrace to

Silicon Valley

.”

By the grace of Steve Jobs I found a guy that is cool with me not worshipping at the altar of Apple to fix my super inefficient Windows-operating laptop without using inside words like “PITA” to describe me. (LOOK IT UP)

Here’s how the conversation went:

“Did you notice your processor overheating?”

“What’s a processor?”

“It’s the brain of your computer; the memory, everything. When it overheats for an extended amount of time, it will completely shut down and take everything with it.”

He acted like it was no big deal, so I really didn’t think there was a reason to worry. I felt super smart. We were getting each other. For a moment, I felt technically superior, even thinking that I may adopt all hoodie/flip flop wardrobe and listening to continuous loop of dub step. But then, he continued.

“Since everybody backs up these days, it’s not that big of a deal to lose your information.”

“Right. Wait, what? What do you mean? I’ve lost everything on my computer?”

“Probably, but as long as you saved it on your external hard drive, don’t worry about it.”

“My what? Is that another name for a thumb drive?”

He looked over the top of his reading glasses as if he was trying to decide if I was joking or a complete moron. That’s when he realized that, yes, I am a complete moron and not really that funny. In fact, it was just a few months ago I learned that Google is considered a verb.

This is probably where his story and my story will differ.

He might say I got emotional and tried talking him out of giving up so easy. He might even say that I blamed this whole fiasco on my children, my husband, the Harlem Shake or the fact that I was a Jehovah’s Witness as a child.

I would like to say this is NOT how it happened. But, because this person recovered all of that very valuable information, I’m not going to call him a liar. I’m not even going to blame it on PMS. I will just say this: I may be an idiot. I may not know the difference between MB and RAM. I may have outdated software, still use Internet Explorer, and prefer Facebook to Twitter. HOWEVER, I do know the computer I just ordered is already obsolete, techie people are 21st century mechanics spouting off a dialect mere mortals can’t understand, and the next time someone asks about backing up, I’ll know they are not talking about a person’s driving abilities.

Email any comments to This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it because luckily she knows how to check email.

 
Lebanon's quiet golf legend
Wednesday, April 10, 2013

By KEN BECK
The Wilson Post

The Masters Tournament, which tees off Thursday at Augusta National in Georgia, stokes tales of Bobby Jones, the greatest name in amateur golf history.

While the tales abound about Jones, who captured the Grand Slam of Golf in 1930, a smattering of Tennesseans will recollect a late Lebanon Golf and Country Club member, Emmett Spicer Jr., whom Jones considered his “better.”

“He is the best I’ve ever seen,” Jones said about 75 years ago. “He is better than I am, but I can probably out-putt him.” 

In 1931, the Associated Press reported Spicer “is ranked second only to Bobby Jones as a stylist in Dixie golf ranks.”

Among career highlights of the golfer, who for the most part shaped his sparkling game from tee to green in Memphis, were five Tennessee State Amateur titles and two Southern Amateur championships.

Spicer, manager of the Lebanon Coca-Cola Bottling Plant 50 years ago, had three children who went to Lebanon High, Rosalyn, Kathy and Stuart; and great-grandson Jay Pittman played on the Lebanon High golf team this past fall.

Comparing his golf game to his great-grandfather’s, Pittman, 17, confessed, “I’ve got a ways to go.”

Starting catcher on the Lebanon Blue Devils baseball team this spring, Pittman considers hardball his favorite sport, but he began golfing at 10 due to the encouragement of his grandmother Kathy Hesson.

“I just wanted him to play since my dad said that it was a game you could play your whole life. I’d drive the cart and he’d play,” said Spicer’s daughter Kathy recently at the Lebanon Golf and Country Club. “My best memories of my dad are here: Watching him putting on the practice putting green.”

“When I was growing up, he was playing for pleasure,” recalled Stuart Spicer of Murfreesboro, noting that his father’s weekend foursome normally included local businessmen K.O. Lester Sr., John Draper and Theo Floyd.

“Once, when he was much older, some young fellow found out who he was and challenged him to a game of golf, thinking that he would show everybody how good he was. Dad kept putting him off, until he finally told him, ‘All right, I tell you what I’ll do. I’ll play with a putter and you use a full set of clubs, and we’ll play five holes,’ and he beat him.”

That Spicer played a great game is obvious from the record books. His skill was more than simply hard work.

“I think he was naturally gifted,” said Rosalyn Wilkerson of Smyrna of her father. “He was a perfectionist. He was an only child, and he loved us all a lot but it was his way. When I was in school I had to make straight A’s. If didn’t, I got grounded.”

Wilkerson’s daughter, Lisa Ramsay of Walterhill, has turned into the family historian, inspired in 2003 by her grandfather’s posthumous induction into the Tennessee Golf Hall of Fame.

“I guess I heard about his career growing up to some extent. I saw some of the trophies in my grandparents’ house. I knew that he golfed but didn’t really understand what that meant. When I saw the state amateur trophy, which is really big, with his name on it, I thought, ‘That is really cool.’ It just got me interested in knowing more,” Ramsay said.

The Hall of Fame noted about her granddad: “In eight years, from 1926 to 1933, Emmett Spicer of Memphis set a standard for golf in Tennessee that has never been duplicated. During this period, few tournaments were available for the everyday working man to play in, yet he won five TGA State Amateur Championships.”

Nashville Banner Sports Editor Ralph McGill wrote of the golfer in 1928 when he notched his second state golf crown: “It was the frail, modest Spicer, big of hand and heart and a master stylist, who showed the field what great golf was. There was not a contestant in the field of 215 who could have furnished him with serious competition. One, if sentimentally inclined in his golf, could almost fall in love with that left arm of Spicer’s. One could almost dream of those big hands and the wrist-lash that enables him to get a golf ball down the fair-green near 300 yards every clip.”

Gene Pearce, author of The History of Tennessee Golf, said, “Emmett Spicer was the greatest golfer Tennessee had ever produced up until Cary Middlecoff. Cary, in one of his books, mentioned that he had modeled his swings after Spicer, yet people who had seen both of them play said they had never seen any similarities. Cary said, ‘That was true, but I did try to incorporate all of the key elements of Spicer’s swing into mine.’

“Chasteen Harris was a contemporary of Spicer. According to his daughter, Harris was invited to play in the first Masters. Judy Harris of Columbia (Tennessee) said not playing was the one thing he regretted about his golf career. If Chasteen was invited, I have to believe Emmett was too. Both were members of Colonial Country Club. Spicer won five State Amateurs and two Southern Amateurs. Harris won each of these tournaments once. Bobby Jones played several exhibition matches in Memphis and was always complementary of Spicer and Harris.”

Born Aug. 3, 1905, in Clarksville, Robert Emmett Spicer Jr. moved to Memphis at 5 years of age with his father, an accountant for Coca-Cola, and mother. He began golfing at about 12 at the Colonial Country Club, initially learning the game from club pro Frank Sprogell.

On June 3, 1923, at age 17, Spicer captured the Colonial Country Club title and later that year won the Memphis city golf title. The next year at 18, he set the Colonial course record at 66, and for a lark shot a 35 at the Overton Park course with his putter as his only club.

Over a 10-year span, Spicer won state amateur titles in 1926, 1928, 1929, 1932 and 1933 and finished runner-up in 1924 and 1930. He won two Southern Amateur Championships in 1926 and 1930 and six Memphis city titles.  

At Colonial on June 9, 1927, Spicer and Harris played an exhibition match against the Peachtree State’s Bobby Jones and Watts Gunn. The Memphians lost the match as Jones shot a 69 and Spicer a 70. Among other golfing giants of the day, Spicer played head to head against Gene Sarazen and Walter Hagen.

As for other accomplishments, he broke the Belle Meade Country Club course record in 1927 by shooting a 66. He moved to Nashville in the summer of 1928 at a time when he was booming 275-yard drives in the era of hickory-shaft golf clubs.

While employed by National Life and Accident Insurance Company and a member at Belle Mead, he became the first golfer from Nashville to play in the National Open in 1929. He competed in the 1932 U.S. Open and U.S. Amateur and likely would have played more national events except for the expenses. He once said, “A fellow must eat. … Tournaments cost too much for a working boy.”

While professional golf in the 1930s paid very little in prize money compared to today’s PGA, Spicer took a stab as a pro in January 1935 and entered the Los Angeles Open and a few other West Coast events.

“As far as I can tell, we couldn’t find where he won any prize money,” said granddaughter Ramsay, thus he returned to the amateur ranks and took a job as a Coca-Cola route salesman and truck driver in Cairo, Ill., and later became an accountant.

By this time, Spicer had married Maureen Stuart of Brownsville. The couple was in the midst of raising three youngsters when they moved to Lebanon, where Spicer managed the Coca-Cola Bottling Plant for 10 years.

Recollecting how his father practiced the game, Stuart said, “He didn’t like to putt. He didn’t think he was a very good putter. His whole thing was, ‘If I can lay the ball right where I want it, I won’t have to putt. I can just tap it in.’ He would put a hat out in the yard and practice chipping, and he’d put a 100 balls out and chip until he put every ball in the hat.

Spicer had plans for his young son to be a chip off the old block but it was not to be.

“The last time I ever played was at Lebanon Golf and Country Club on a Fourth of July, when we always had tournaments. For my age range, I was maybe 8 years old, I only had to play five holes,” Stuart said.

“The fifth hole was a dogleg around the woods, and I ended up in the woods. I decided to cut through instead of chip out. He was standing up there watching me, but I didn’t know it. I hit about two or three trees and lost by two or three strokes so when I come up past him, he said, ‘You don’t deserve to win if you’re gonna play like that.’ So I put ’em down and didn’t pick ’em up again.

“That day my mother, my father and Kathy all won their divisions, and I didn’t,” said Stuart, now able to laugh about the incident.

A few years later, Stuart’s father prompted him to give the sport another try.

“It was the summer after the seventh grade, and I had been offered a job at the Western Auto Store,” he reminisced. “I came home to ask Dad and Mom about it. He said, ‘Well, I tell you what you can do, you can either play golf or go to work. I’ll pay you to play golf or you can work.’

“I said, ‘What does it mean pay me to play golf?’ He said, ‘You’ll be out every day after school practicing. You’ll be out there as if it was a job,’ and I said, ‘I believe I’ll go to work.’ In hindsight, looking at Tiger Woods now, maybe I would have been better off.” 

Emmett Spicer continued to play the game he loved, still shooting in the 80s, until a year or so before his death of cancer at 67 in 1972. Laid to rest at Wilson County Memorial Gardens, he was remembered for his personal philosophy “Live today as if it were your last. Plan for tomorrow as if it were forever” and noted for the maxim, “Don’t forget to smell the flowers along the way.”

“Daddy didn’t talk about it,” Wilkerson said about his glory days on the links. “He never wanted to be put on a pedestal.”

“He was very humble about his past,” Hesson said. “We had these old trophies upstairs in the attic. He didn’t put them on shelves and show them. Later (when the price of silver rose to record high prices), Mother sold ’em. We said, ‘Daddy finally made money from playing golf.’’

Spicer’s offspring hold on to precious few mementoes from their father’s victories across the Southland; however memories of the night of his induction into the Tennessee Golf Hall of Fame may be their best souvenir.

Wilkerson said of the event, which featured speakers Vince Gill and Nancy Lopez, “It was a lovely night and it was really emotional for me. To think after all those years that he got that recognition.”

“I was just the proudest I could be of him,” Hesson said, “seeing him finally recognized for what he had done.” 

“I had mixed emotions to tell you the truth,” Stuart said. “I was excited and sad at the same time, because I felt like the fame was not what it was all about to him. It was about playing the game to the best of his abilities and with all his heart, not to receive recognition from others but to be the best you could be at something you loved!

“When I was little, people would walk up to him and find out who he was and look up to him in awe. I kinda began to put him way up on this pedestal that he never asked to be on. I placed him in a position too hard for anyone. But when you saw and heard people talking about him, not only was I proud but inspired, and I guess I found a hero in him for my own sake.” 

Emmett Spicer’s granddaughter Lisa Ramsay sums up his Tennessee golf legacy saying modestly, “I’m not a golfer, but from what I’ve read, it sounds like there haven’t been that many people as good as he was.”

There haven’t been, not by a long shot.

 
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