Listening to: Stardust
Thought for the day: Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Photo: Brandon Jackson, Red Dean, Kris Trolinger Brummett, Wendy Fleenor Jarvis & Jerry Barnes (not pictured)
Tonight, several of my neighborhood friends and I began a project to capture the histories of those who live among us that grew up in our beloved Old Hickory Village and experienced what it was like to live in a company-owned town (DuPont owned Old Hickory Village until 1947). I’m not quite ready to share the fruits of our labor, but stay tuned. Tonight’s session involved an interview with 93-year old Red Dean, aka the unofficial (but official in our hearts) mayor of Old Hickory. Our time with him moved from the innocence of childhood to the horrors of a POW camp during WWII. He made us laugh. He made us cry. In the end, it is an experience that I won’t forget. I look forward to sharing our project with you when the time comes. You won’t be disappointed. YES THIS IS A TEASE.