West had the great honor of being entertained by a living World War II hero, Jimmy Gentry, yesterday at one of his favorite haunts (the now closing #halfwaymarket). Around here he is known as Coach Gentry, a title well earned after coaching high school football for sixty-six years. Mr. Gentry drew animal pictures for West on a brown paper sack that he asked Faye-Faye for at the market. Then he drew a map and pointed out England, France, Germany and Italy. “I marched all through here as a foot soldier.” He drew a plane and a picture of himself far below it. WWII wasn’t something Mr. Gentry spoke of until 1985— he lost his brother there—and now he finds peace with the process of stumbling upon the horrors of Dachau Concentration Camp by speaking of it in passing conversation and keeping the oral history alive. Mr. Gentry (now 93) was interviewed for the Veterans Project to be archived at the Library of Congress (highly recommend looking this up). "The first thing I knew, I was on a ship going across the ocean (to England). I'd never been out of Tennessee before in my life. "I'd never seen the ocean before, and I thought, 'Golly, it's bigger than the Harpeth River,'" he said.
We’ll still see Coach Gentry at @puckettsgrocery (another of his favorites) and at @gentrysfarm in the fall (he says the pumpkins “are comin’ in good” by the way). He walked out of the market, assisted by a cane. I asked him if he had a ride coming and he pointed to a blue Ford. “They know me over there.” #disappearingsouth #amwriting #franklintn #worldwarii #history
Half-way to everywhere.
To the left, home (where Momma lives), to the right #LeipersFork who’s unpretentious charm was recognized by Southern Living—the attention blowing the sleep off of the place like split-peas in a pressure cooker and the half-way getting caught in the cross-fire of benign preciousness and increased property values. Coldest beer in Southall, Live Bait and Frog Legs draw in the kind of crowd you can imagine. The fried bologna air is thick with grease and a pitcher of self-serve tea sweats on a plastic checkered cloth. All the men know each other. All the women mother you. Tomorrow the #halfwaymarket shuts its doors after tonight’s curtain-closing fish fry. Progress would tell me its a sign of the times but I look around at the open field across the street, the tiny church on the other, and it feels more like a culling. Pulling up a flower to let a weed grow. Subdivisions will move in. A Texaco maybe. For lunch we ordered sandwiches, @shesallnat grabbed a six-pack and West sat with WWII vet Jimmy Gentry of @gentrysfarm as he asked “Faye-Faye” to bring him a “piece uh pay-puh” to draw on. We take for granted what is sacred. Our loyalty is short-sighted and greedy. Nobody came here just for the sandwiches or the egg-custard. We came for the cultural identity of slowness and sincerity. We left with a smile, a full belly, and a sense of direction: left, right, everywhere.
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A little more white on his face, which I find so very distinguished, is the only indication that this good boy is out of the puppy stage and well-adapted to the lifestyle that a dog of his accomplishment enjoys. If you’ve read anything I’ve written, Corbin was there beside me (as he is now). He perks an ear up as I sigh over jumbled words and the heartache of editing. He is my once-in-a-lifetime dog—walking me through all of life’s changes with an unwavering loyalty. A city pooch when I need him to be and a range riding cow-dog when duty calls, but always at the foot of West’s bed for our nighttime rituals. If you’re lucky enough to be loved by a dog like this, you get it. Happy Birthday to my boy today! I love you so.
Smooshed face snuggles forever. Nothing makes me happier, nothing challenges me more, nothing fills me up and depletes me, nothing compares to being his first home and his first love. Happy to be nameless and faceless as long as I can always be West Jameson’s Momma. #MothersDay2019
RIP Brittany Murphy. Also still proud of this song — #formerlyalmostfamous
Just Married (2003)👩🏼🧑🏻🐦
:: “Those birds are psychotic!” ::
Song: “Beautiful” (2002)
Artist: Sarah Sadler
Director / Music Supervisor: @slevydirect
Music Coordinator: @rochelle.sharpe
Music Executive: @danidoesmusic
⋆Trivia⋆ Apart from a few CGI pigeons added in post-production around Ashton’s head, the rest of the birds were all real.
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