Emily Magid’s last name should be Magic instead of Magid. With her bubbling enthusiasm, she creates it wherever she goes. Fortunately for Williamson County, the Nashville native chose Franklin for her home more than two decades ago.
When I was young I knew that my mother was different than other mothers. She always had something to fight for and even though I didn’t know exactly what that meant, I could see it in her eyes and I could hear it in her trembling southern drawl.
My family moved from Chattanooga to Franklin on November 10, 1977. It was a Thursday. Dad dropped off the Keith boys at the Franklin City Schools the next day, even though it was a Friday.
If you ever have the pleasure of meeting bestselling author Lisa Patton – and I hope you do – three things become immediately apparent. One: she possesses a heightened sense of the human experience in all its myriad forms of triumphs and challenges. Two: because of that keen insight, she rad…
He stands in the blazing August sun, oblivious to the heat and the noise, his six-year-old feet pumping up and down in the fresh mown grass, waiting as the butterflies make one more lap around his stomach. He double checks his chinstrap, his mouthpiece, tugs on his NFL playing gloves as his…
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. In the case of Robert Blair, it’s a big tree with deep roots and long branches that just keeps on giving.
Maybe it’s just me, but heck it’s hot. I know it’s supposed to be hot in the summer, but it’s hot, and humid. Heck, you can cut the humidity with a knife. I will quit my whining and address some things to be aware of as we all swelter through the balance of summer.
Fall is just around the corner, and already “its football time in Tennessee” as the late John Ward would say with great enthusiasm!
It all started as an idea for a fundraiser. The year was 1976, the sport of running was at its peak in popularity, and Franklin’s historic downtown provided the perfect backdrop. Two years later, the inaugural Franklin Classic was held on Labor Day. Now 40 years later, on Sept. 3, thousands …
My happy place is outside, in the sunshine, by the water with a book. As you can imagine, this respite only happens in certain months of the year – weather permitting – so I “soak” it up as much as I can on the weekends.
As summer is coming to an end, I am starting to look forward to cooler temperatures and the tastes of autumn. Southerners love fall because it means tailgating, sipping cocktails in front of a fire pit and enjoying our porches again.
“Anchored, Rooted, Grounded in Faith and Love”, that’s the theme for Shorter Chapel African Methodist Episcopal Church’s celebration of its 150th anniversary year and upcoming celebrations in August.