Journal of 100 Miles

Celebrating the communities and culture along the 100 miles of the Natchez Trace Parkway in Tennessee.


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Tommy Thompson – Plein Air Artist


There are winding roads neighboring the Natchez Trace Parkway where Tommy Thompson can be found capturing his surroundings.  “I always want to know what’s around the bend,” he says, as he loves to discover new places with his wife, Marie.  For this plein air artist, around the bend is a few more miles of the unknown and endless possibilities.  When finding that perfect spot, where sunlight dances on the fields, he’ll pull out his easel and, like a poet putting words to paper, brush paint to canvas of a peaceful landscape and unsuspecting subjects.

Thompson’s impressionistic style with a play on light and color creates a tranquil display of a rural environment along with elements that “give life” to his art.  Horses and children are among his specialty. “With both you have to stay with them long enough for them to get accustomed to you, when they finally get quiet and move away from you, you can get a natural painting.”

The former architectural and commercial illustrator turned painter has been featured in numerous publications and solo exhibitions throughout the south and has studied under top painters like Kevin McPherson, Roger Dale Brown and Jason Saunders.  A labor of love, to be a painter, he will declare, “You have to work at it every day, never stop painting.”

Inspired by the Tennessee’s hillsides, his work here includes Dream Acres, Hillside Horses and Southern Light.  Left, Tommy paints with equine friend Sedona.  This picture was published in the Winter 2008 issue of Horses in Art Magazine.

To inquire about Tommy Thompson artwork, please visit www.TommyThompsonArt.com and tell them Natchez100Journal.com sent you.

August 2009


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J.B. Hollis Shares History

Exiting off the Natchez Trace at mile marker 355 in Collinwood, a large sign hangs with a warm and personal, “Welcome.”  Just past this greeting on the main avenue is the Wayne County Visitors Center and Museum, a place visitors can be greeted by the pleasant smiles of volunteers, coffee and brownies and a mayor in overalls full of historical knowledge.

One special volunteer here is J.B. Hollis, 89, who grew up in Wayne County, as did his parents and grandparents.  A young adult in the 1940’s, J.B. tried registering for the military, but was turned down due to a bad eye, and instead, was found in war-supporting jobs.  Most notably, he worked as part of the Manhattan Project in Oak Ridge, TN, a place so secret at the time that the state governor was unaware that Oak Ridge was even being built.  Joining hundreds of workers, whose responsibilities were unknown even to themselves, it turned out they were building the atomic bomb.  “Nobody knew what we were doing until they dropped the bomb,” declares Hollis.

A certificate sits on display in the main hall of the welcome center dated August 6, 1945 and reads:   “US War Department, Army Service Forces Corps of Engineers – Awarded to J.B. Hollis – For his participation in work essential to the production of the Atomic Bomb, thereby contributing to the successful conclusion of WWII.”

Along with his love of the outdoors, J.B. enjoys recollections of family history and growing up in the county he admires so much.  His roots go back to the Civil War where his mother’s grandfather was a Captain in the Union army and his father’s grandfather a Confederate soldier.   His favorite part of volunteering at the welcome center is, “Meeting the nicest people from all over the world,” claims the good-natured resident.   As I could see by the gleam in his eye, I think his favorite part is sharing his delightful stories.

Pictured: (Top Right) J.B. Hollis

(Below Top) Collinwood’s Mayor, Jasper Brewer, sits atop an old family tractor, and his wife, Terry, (Below Bottom) playing the dulcimer.

Visit www.WayneCountyChamber.org or give the Welcome Center a call at 931.724.4337.



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Carl and Rachel Russell – Walking Sticks and Simple Ways


Rachel Russell’s tale is one commonly heard in songs by Loretta Lynn or Dolly Parton, or the assumptions urban types tend to make when describing people of rural Tennessee.  Rachel will even say so herself, in a self-assured manner, when talking about how she grew up.  “People laugh, don’t matter to me, I laugh with them,” she says.  She grew up in a log cabin in ‘the holler,’ which is really a beautiful valley surrounded by hillsides of pastures and woods and a gorgeous, winding creek home to rarely seen cranes and other wildlife.  Mrs. Russell is a sweet lady with gray hair pulled to a bun and a lovely smile.  She loves to laugh, and when we reciprocate, she laughs even more.  It was 1931 when she was born inside the cabin; the doctor arrived by horse and buggy.  “Whether he was licensed or not, I couldn’t tell you,” says Rachel.  She spent most of her childhood in the rustic home with no electricity, no running water and no bathroom, not even an outhouse.  She likes to joke, “Young people today wouldn’t know what to do or where to go first.”   As a young girl growing up in Tennessee, life was about few luxuries.  Their lives were sustained from living off the land.  In larger towns, people were struggling through the Depression. Her family farmed for a living, as did most people in those days in the country.  There were hogs and cows and chickens, and all the vegetables they needed to eat. The only groceries they needed from town were flour, sugar and coffee.  Summertime was about swimming holes and running barefoot, making playhouses out of rocks and plates out of Mason jar lids.  “We went to school barefoot in the summer, ‘course, we had shoes in the winter,” states Rachel.  School was eight grades in a one room building.

The cabin was already considered old then, making it nearly 200 years old now claims her husband Carl.    Mr. Russell is from the other side of the ‘holler’, just over the county line.  A pleasant and slender man, he sits with his leg hanging over the chair, sharply dressed in his plaid shirt and John Deere hat, color coded right down to the stitching in his like-new overalls (I suppose he put the good overalls on for our visit?).  When I ask what it was like for him growing up, he gives me the simple and witty answer of, “What she said.”   They met at a church just around the bend, married in 1959 when she was 19 and he was 23.

We take a ride up to the old cabin, a couple of miles from where they live now, that still stands wary looking and surrounded by overgrown shrubs and weeds with a few peony flowers peeking out here and there.  Visiting the place brings fond memories back to Rachel of living in the cabin with her parents and sister, like her mother wallpapering the walls with pages torn from a Sears and Roebuck catalog. They carried buckets of water from the spring, milked cows and took care of the crops.  If someone were sick, Rachel explains, “We didn’t go to the doctor, the ladies had home remedies.  Castor oil – that was our gettin’ well and we’re still here!”

Franklin D. Roosevelt had come into office initiating the WPA (Works Progress Administration) giving people jobs to build roads and outhouses.  That finally brought an outhouse to the property and that same program provided food assistance to the public.  However, Rachel is quick to utter, “We never got any of that free food. The town’s people were starving, but the country people weren’t affected by it so much, we grew our own food.”

Miss Rachel can remember one day playing outside and seeing workers from the railroad being transported by and hearing one say, “I bet those people don’t even know the war is over.”  She laughs, “But, we did.”

When I ask how much her and Carl have travelled in their years they haven’t seen but a handful of states, mainly the southeast.  And, Rachel will declare, “The best place I’d seen was home.”

The Russells live in a modest home comfortable enough with the necessities needed by today’s standards. Rachel talks of current affairs she’s read in the daily paper.  Carl shows off his fine walking sticks he’s made out of wood pulled right from their property.  He’s retired after 30 years with the county, that being their retirement source.  They have a small garden and mounds of old photographs and newspaper clippings at arm’s reach to share with friends and family.

People like the Russells make me wonder what it is that makes their lives not only completely unpretentious, but they themselves so complacent.  Mrs. Russell tells me happily, “That’s just the way it was, we didn’t know any better.”  There’s something to be said for living simple and sustainable.

June 2009
(Pictured: Carl and Rachel by the cabin’s front door)


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Larry Montgomery – “As the Crows Fly” Artist

A jailhouse sits in a grassy corridor just off the main thoroughfare of Leipers Fork.  It’s an imitation, but unique nonetheless.  The small, log building is a renovated smoke house from the late 1800s, that now houses a mock jail cell, civil war artifacts, vintage clothing and entertaining photo opportunities for visitors.  There’s artwork also on display from the man behind the enterprise, Larry Montgomery.  The man of many hats runs his own residential cleaning business, the Jailhouse Industries and the Lawnchair Theatre.  But, what speaks most from his heart and is rooted in his soul is his art.

Perhaps sparked by the challenge of his mother when she said to him, “You couldn’t draw a fly,” the local resident discovered pencil and brush as a young boy that turned to a style all his own.  He would often draw funny characters, twerps and nerds he would call them, that even got the attention of National Lampoon.   A talent that has existed some forty years now, the artist’s work is colorful, quirky, folky and, as some like to say, drawn “as the crows fly,” which is noticeable in his unique maps of the town.   While studying at Louisiana Tech, his teachers included world-renowned painters Robert E. Woods and Douglas Walton.

Speaking with Larry is always enjoyable.  He’s a southern gentleman friendly in conversation, who likes to refer to himself as a “Tennessee Boy.”   The resident is full of historical knowledge of the south, the civil war, Indians and the Natchez Trace and loves to share his passion of capturing the local area with his artwork.  Pencil sketches with a touch of watercolor, with added detail and character, are a display of subjects that have meaning to people, like their homes, the towns they live in, the church they attend. “I love creating art that is about what people cherish, and I’ll add other images to it to make it come alive,” declares the artist. 

Fuel for this creative mind comes from having old movies on in the background and painting at night.   “When I’m painting, I get into a different zone,” says Montgomery.   And, like many of us who have juggled too many irons in the fire, he will admit to a period of time the brush was put down, until inspiration would hit again and he realized the importance of making the time.

Larry Montgomery is an artist, entrepreneur, a pillar of the community and a creative soul.  He has original art, prints, note cards and maps for sale.  Give him a call at 615.477.6799 to schedule a visit.

May 2009