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Members of the United States Colored Troops to be commemorated in dedication ceremony October 19

I’ve said it before and now I’m saying it again. People and events linked to Nashville history can almost always be connected to people and events associated with a set of railroad tracks once known as Dutchman’s Curve. Movements of the 13th US Colored Troops are no exception.
The Thirteenth U.S. Colored Infantry was formed in 1863. Troops from the 13th were stationed along the tracks of Nashville and Northwestern Railroad line to protect the line from raiding confederates. At that time the tracks at Dutchman’s Curve were part of the Nashville and Northwestern line.
Connected! See how that works?
This weekend certain members of the 13th US Colored Troops are getting some well-deserved attention. The African American Heritage Society of Maury County announced that a dedication ceremony to commemorate the placement of the names of 54 members of the United States Colored Troops from Maury County and 4 white Maury Countians who fought and died for the union in the Civil War will be conducted on Oct 19th, 2013 at 10 AM at the Maury County War Memorial Monument located outside the Maury County Court House.
The program includes an honor guard from the black Civil War re-enactors of the 13th U.S.C. T. Regiment who will present and post arms to honor these men, as their names are read into Maury County’s place of history.
The Key Note speakers include, Mr. Patrick McIntyre, Director of the Tennessee Historical commission; Mr. John Seigenthaler, founder of the First Amendment Foundation, and Dr. Bobby Lovett.

For further information on the event: Jo Ann McClellan 931-682-3755 or 931-698-4765

What’s For Supper?

American Pizza, a favorite childprhood dish.

American Pizza, a favorite childhood dish.

Adriana made a pan of American Pizza for supper tonight. She got the recipe from my mom last week. My mom used to fix American Pizza for my dad, my two brothers and me. It was one of our favorite meals and she served it to us often. She probably found the recipe on the back of a Bisquick box. She was a thrifty homemaker and was always on the lookout for new, yummy and economical, meals to make for us.

American Pizza

1 1/2 lbs ground beef
1/4 cup minced green pepper
1 clove garlic, minced
1/2 tsp basil
1/2 tsp oregano
1 tsp salt
8 oz tomato sauce
6 oz tomato paste
4 oz can mushrooms
1/2 cup milk
2 cups biscuit mix
1 cup shredded cheese

Cook ground beef and green pepper. Pour off drippings. Add garlic, basil, oregano tomato sauce , tomato paste and mushrooms. Simmer ten minutes.

Add milk to biscuit mix. Stir until dough holds ball. Roll 3/4 of dough on flour pastry cloth. Line ten inch pie plate with dough. Place half of meat mixture on pie plate; top with half cup cheese; repeat.

Cut remaining dough into four wedges. Arrange on top.
Bake at 450 for 15 minutes.

George Jones—Who’s Gonna Fill YOUR Shoes?

Tonight at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, and in honky-tonks and concert halls everywhere, the music of George Jones will echo from the stage. Both friends and admirers will pay tribute to his greatness by singing his songs.

No other singer can serve up a cry in your beer song like he did and I’m home listening to the man himself. My husband was a long time fan and I still have his collection of George Jones records. Bartender Blues is spinning now. He really was the best.

Yesterday’s Wine, Grand Tour, A Drunk Can’t Be A Man and He Stopped Loving Her Today. Who’s gonna sing those songs now George? Who’s gonna fill your shoes?

My Life Is Like A Bicycle Ride

My Bike
My Ride
My Schwinn
This  morning I struggled to pedal my bike up a steep incline. I’m really out of shape. I haven’t ridden since last fall and I almost didn’t make it to the top of the hill. Years ago, when I first started riding on the Mill Creek Greenway, I mapped out the course that I followed today. The first part is mostly uphill. I have to work hard to get through it. The second part is easy. A downhill glide most of the way home. I designed the course that way on purpose. Every time I huff and puff up the hill I’m inspired to continue knowing that once I reach the top the worst of the ride is behind me. This morning, as I raced down the hill, the thought came to me. My life is like a bicycle ride. I worked hard for many years; it’s been an uphill struggle much of the time, but the pinnacle is in sight. I’ll retire in a few years and I plan to take life easy then. I plan to enjoy the ride. The best is yet to come.
My life is like a bicycle ride.