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Sabrina L. Baker
Sabrina hails from Tobaccoville, NC. The passion for arts led her to photography, where she carved her niche. She balances motherhood and her professional pursuits. At 30 years of age, she embraced Jiu-Jitsu, proving there is no age barrier to personal growth. Sabrina is known for her creativity and commitment, her ability to embrace change, and her perseverance. She writes to inspire others to face challenges head-on and to craft their own paths to success.
Rynn is a writer and designer based in the Yadkin Valley region of North Carolina. She loves to share her ideas for adding simple beauty into hectic lifestyles. More than mere recipes, her mission is to offer practical shortcuts for food preparation along with visual tips for presentation. Rynn began her career in Aiken, SC, as a newspaper reporter writing feature articles about food, living, and the arts. For more about Rynn, even more recipes, decorating tips, and much more, visit thehouseofelynryn.com.
Eddie lives in Copeland, NC. His column reflects his life experiences and stories that have been passed down to him. He is an encourager and considers himself a cheerleader for daily life. Eddie builds custom-crafted furniture in his small business, New Venture Woodworx. He also turns wooden bowls on a lathe and sells those at art and craft shows.
Contributors
Madalyn Edwards
Madalyn is from Mount Airy, NC, and is currently a junior at Appalachian State University. She is studying English with a concentration in professional writing and minoring in communication with a concentration in journalism. She writes for Surry Living and also works on the news desk for her university’s student news organization. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, being outdoors, and spending time with her two dogs.
Sheri, now happily retired, finds nothing more enjoyable than time spent with her husband of fifty years, her amazing daughter, and sweet elderly pup. She authored two novels, A Higher Voice and A Deeper Cut (which also ran as a serial feature in Surry Living Magazine). Her play, No Ordinary Wine, written in collaboration with a fine producer/director, was well received, and a second play, Improbable Grace, awaits discovery.
Blake grew up in and around the outskirts of Winston-Salem. He and his wife, Angie, currently live in the small town of East Bend. Blake graduated from Liberty University with a master’s degree in psychology and loves finding ways to help others. He also enjoys reading the Bible, painting, and spending time outdoors.
Carmen is a NC Cooperative Extension Agent for Family and Consumer Sciences. Making quick, easy, healthy food that tastes great on a budget is a challenge. Carmen and her husband have two grown children, both of whom were involved in sports from grade school through college. With busy careers and lots of time at sporting events, coming up with quick, healthy meals was a necessity. Carmen shares ideas and recipes to make this tough job easier.
Derina is the executive editor and owner of Surry Living Magazine. She is also a professional horsewoman with a passion for connecting horses, nature, and people. Derina lives on her ranch in Westfield, NC, with her husband, Kevin, son, Kage, and daughter, Kaleah. She enjoys horse riding, traveling, and attending church at Asbury Evangelical Presbyterian.
Kevin is a Christian business owner who loves serving Mount Airy and its’ citizens. In addition to being the publisher and owner of Surry Living Magazine, he is also a physical therapist, Jiu-Jitsu Black Belt, and published author. His passion is to help others find their way to health, success, and happiness through his areas of expertise. Kevin has assembled a first-rate team of therapists dedicated to keeping Surry County residents out of pain and in motion. He has an unstoppable, positive attitude that is contagious, and we hope you catch it through his column.
Blake Johnson
Sheri Wren Haymore
Derina Pyles
Eddie Lowe
Rynn Hennings
Kevin Pyles
Carmen Long
Joanna Radford
Joanna is the County Extension Director for NC Cooperative Extension in Surry County as well as the Commercial and Consumer Horticulture Agent with expertise in entomology, gardening, and pesticide education. Joanna began her career with NC Cooperative Extension in Stokes County in 1995 as a 4-H Agent, later switching to Field Crops and Pesticide Education in Surry County. She lives on a farm with her husband and two teenage daughters.
Josh Snow, from King, NC, is known for his big personality and love for adventure.
An avid fisherman, he finds peace on the water. At 41, Josh took on the challenge of jiu-jitsu, proving it’s never too late for new beginnings. He cherishes spending time with family and friends, bringing energy and enthusiasm to every gathering.
Contributors
Veronica Green-Got
As a roving reporter, writer, and marketer, Veronica is a passionate storyteller. After starting her career in corporate marketing, she founded her own business, Golden Fleece Marketing, in 2019. Now she puts her skills to work as a reporter covering equestrian sports, offering marketing strategy for clients in a wide variety of industries, and providing writing and editing services for small businesses nationwide. She believes that everyone has a story to tell and that they’re all worthy of being told. In her free time, she events her ex-racehorse, LB.
Larry VanHoose
Larry is the Executive Director for the Alleghany Chamber of Commerce in the Blue Ridge Mountains of central North Carolina. Some of you may know him as the former co-owner of SLM. He has more than 30 years of experience as a writer, graphic designer, photographer, and book and magazine publisher. Larry and his wife, Trina, have four wonderful, grown children and live on a small farm just off the Blue Ridge Parkway in Grayson County, VA.
Dr. Sarah Southard, DVM
Sarah grew up at Crooked Oak in the Pine Ridge community of Surry County. Raised in the agriculture world, she went on to earn degrees in animal science and veterinary medicine from North Carolina State University. She and her husband, Adam, and son, Malachi, currently live in Statesville with Oliver the house rabbit, a few cats, Blossom the donkey, and a flock of Katahdin hair sheep.
Kage Pyles, a professional Jiu Jitsu athlete from Westfield, NC, is known for his powerful presence on the mats and his dedication to strength training. With a relentless work ethic and disciplined mindset, Kage brings intensity and precision to every match. Off the mats, he’s passionate about sharing his knowledge to help others grow stronger, both physically and mentally. Starting in May 2025, readers can catch his insights in each issue of Surry Living magazine.
Josh Snow Kage Pyles
by Rylee Giles
Code Stroke–A Stroke reSponSe You CAn truSt
When every second counts, Northern Regional Hospital is ready. As a nationally recognized Primary Stroke Center, our expert team and advanced protocols are here to deliver life-saving care when it matters most.
Know the Signs. Act FAST.
Strokes do not wait—and neither should you. Quick action can save a life, reduce disability, and ensure a stronger recovery. The signs of stroke can be remembered with the acronym BE FAST:
• B – Balance: Sudden loss of balance or coordination
• E – Eyes: Sudden trouble seeing in one or both eyes
• F – Face: Facial drooping or uneven smile
• A – Arms: Arm weakness or numbness
• S – Speech: Slurred speech or difficulty speaking
• T – Time: Time to call 911 immediately
Northern Regional Hospital’s stroke team is trained to recognize these signs and launch a rapid response known as “Code Stroke,” a streamlined process designed to assess and treat stroke patients as quickly as possible.
Patient Spotlight: Lee Mills, Owner of Lee Mills Construction
One Sunday night, local contractor Lee Mills began to feel dizzy and disoriented. Recognizing that something was not right, his wife quickly called EMS. Lee was transported to Northern Regional Hospital, where the stroke team was ready and waiting.
“The team was prepared and quick to act,” Lee recalls. He expressed heartfelt appreciation for Dr. Edsall in the Emergency Department and the ICU staff, whose attentive care guided him through stroke treatment and recovery.
After receiving overnight monitoring, advanced imaging, and comprehensive treatment, Lee was educated on stroke prevention and recovery by our Quality and Accreditation Manager. Continued care with his neurologist, cardiologist, and primary care provider ensured a smooth path forward.
Today, Lee is back to doing what he loves—and he has a message for the community:
“If you feel any signs of stroke, don’t wait.”
Our Commitment to Excellence
Northern Regional Hospital is proud to be a certified Primary Stroke Center, recognized for delivering evidence-based care that improves outcomes for stroke patients. This achievement is made possible by a dedicated team, advanced imaging technology, and rapid-response protocols like Code Stroke.
At the heart of our program is Debbie Moser, RN, BSN, SCRN, our Stroke Coordinator and tireless advocate for excellence in stroke care. Her vision and leadership have transformed how stroke is treated in our community. In honor of her unwavering dedication, a plaque has been placed near the Emergency Department—a reminder of her lasting impact on countless lives.
When a stroke strikes, you need a team you can trust.
Know the signs. Act BE FAST. Choose Northern.
About Northern Regional Hospital
Northern Regional Hospital (NRH) is a 133-bed hospital in Mount Airy, North Carolina, serving the northwest Piedmont region of NC and neighboring counties in southwestern Virginia. Founded in 1957, NRH is an independently operated, national award-winning healthcare facility. Northern Medical Group is the Hospital’s physician network of primary and specialty care providers, delivering a wide range of services to meet the community’s needs. NRH offers an array of outpatient services, including laboratory testing, X-ray services, CT, MRI, ultrasound, 3D mammography, and physical rehabilitation services. NRH also has a state-of-the-art Surgery Center providing a wide range of inpatient and outpatient procedures, including orthopedics, gynecology, gastroenterology, urological, eye surgeries, and other general surgeries to meet our community’s and region’s surgical needs.
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with Kevin Pyles
The distinction between Fatherhood and Fathering.
In the tapestry of human relationships, few roles carry as much weight—or as much potential for misinterpretation—as that of a father. The term “father” is often used interchangeably with “dad,” yet the two concepts diverge in ways that reveal profound truths about responsibility, love, and legacy. While any man can become a father through the biological act of conception, fathering a child— truly being a dad—requires a commitment that transcends genetics. It is a deliberate, ongoing choice to nurture, guide, and uplift, a distinction that separates mere fatherhood from the art of fathering.
At its core, fatherhood begins with a moment: a contribution of DNA that sparks life. This act, while significant, is a singular event, requiring no further investment beyond the physical. A man can father a child and remain detached—present or absent, involved, or indifferent. The world is full of such fathers, men who fulfill the technical definition but leave the deeper work undone. Statistics bear this out: according to the U.S. Census Bureau, millions of children grow up with fathers who are physically or emotionally unavailable. These men may claim the title, but they do not embody the role. Fatherhood, in this sense, is a fact—a starting point, not a destination.
Fathering, by contrast, is a craft. It is the intentional, day-today effort to shape a child’s life with presence, care, and purpose. A dad doesn’t merely exist in proximity to his children; he engages with them. He listens to their fears, celebrates their triumphs, and teaches them how to navigate a complex world. This is not a role defined by perfection—dads stumble, falter, and learn alongside their kids—but by persistence. Where a father might provide the seed, a dad tills the soil, waters it, and stands guard against the storms. It’s the difference between planting a tree and tending a forest.
Consider the cultural archetypes: the absentee father who sends a check but misses the school play, versus the dad who kneels to tie a shoe, offering quiet lessons in resilience. One fulfills an obligation, the other builds a bond. Research underscores this divide. Studies from the National Fatherhood Initiative show that children with involved dads are more likely to excel academically, exhibit emotional stability, and avoid risky behaviors. Fathering, then, is not just a gift to the child—it’s a cornerstone of society.
What makes a man a dad isn’t wealth, status, or even flawless parenting. It’s the willingness to show up, even when it’s hard. It’s the late-night talks, the scraped knees bandaged, the unspoken promise to be there. Any man can father a child; biology ensures that. But to be a dad? That takes a special kind of courage—a choice to invest in a life beyond one’s own.
In the end, the difference lies in legacy. A father leaves a name; a dad leaves a mark. One is a title bestowed by circumstance, the other a role earned through love. And while every child deserves both, it’s the dads—the ones who father with heart—who truly change the world, one small act at a time.
Dr. Leah & Dr. Doug Yarboro DPT, CWS
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Flexibility and Mobility: The Unsung Heroes of Your Workout Routine
When it comes to crushing your fitness goals, most people zero in on strength training, cardio, or high-intensity intervals. But there is a critical piece of the puzzle that often gets overlooked: flexibility and mobility training. My dad always stressed this for my sister and I growing up. These unsung heroes are not just for yogis or those recovering from injuries— they are essential for anyone looking to optimize performance, prevent injuries, and move better in everyday life. Incorporating flexibility and mobility into your routine is not just a niceto-have; it is a game-changer for long-term fitness success.
Flexibility refers to the ability of your muscles to stretch, while mobility is about how well your joints move through their full range of motion. Both are interconnected and neglecting them can lead to tight muscles, restricted movement, and a higher risk of injury. Imagine trying to deadlift with tight hamstrings or sprint with stiff hips—it is a recipe for poor form and potential pain. By prioritizing flexibility and mobility, you are setting the foundation for stronger lifts, smoother runs, and a body that feels as good as it performs.
Why does this matter? A 2018 study published in the Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research found that incorporating dynamic stretching and mobility exercises into warmups significantly improved athletic performance and reduced injury risk in athletes (Behm et al., 2018). The researchers noted that dynamic movements like leg swings, hip circles, and thoracic rotation enhanced muscle activation and joint range of motion, leading to better power output and movement efficiency. This is not just for elite athletes, weekend warriors and gym regulars can reap the same benefits by adding 10-15 minutes of mobility work to their sessions.
So, how do you weave flexibility and mobility into your routine without feeling like you are signing up for a yoga retreat? Start with a purposeful warm-up. Swap static stretches for dynamic ones that mimic your workout’s movements. For example, before a squat-heavy session, try deep bodyweight squats, lunges with a twist, or cat-cow stretches to wake up your spine. Post-workout, dedicate time to static stretches, holding each for at least 20-30 seconds to elongate muscles and improve flexibility. Foam rolling is another gem— targeting tight spots like your quads or upper back can release tension in muscle, fascia, and boost mobility.
Consistency is key. Aim to include mobility drills three to four times a week, even on rest days. Simple moves like hip flexor stretches, shoulder dislocations with a resistance band, or ankle mobility exercises can be done at home, even while watching TV. Over time, you will notice smoother movements, less stiffness, and a body that is primed for action.
Beyond performance, flexibility and mobility training enhances your quality of life. Whether it is bending down to tie your shoes or reaching for a high shelf, moving freely feels empowering. Plus, it is a stress-buster—stretching and mindful movement can lower cortisol levels and leave you feeling refreshed.
Do not let flexibility and mobility be the afterthought in your fitness journey. Embrace them as vital tools to unleash your full potential. Your body will thank you and your gains will soar.
by Kage Pyles
Quote of the Month:
“The greatest mark of a father is how he treats his children when no one is looking.”
— UNKNOWN
Dear Blake,
Blake’s Take
BLAKE JOHNSON
I am 34, single, and my job has me so stressed that I’m up eating Pop-Tarts at 2 o’clock in the morning. On top of this, my mom says I’m not taking life seriously. How do I pursue the life that I want while blocking out the sound of chewing Pop-Tarts and my mother’s disparaging voice?
— Stuck in Surry
KEVIN PYLES, PT
Dear Stuck in Surry,
Thank you for writing and sharing such a colorful conundrum. Aside from maybe the late-night Pop-Tart binges, your experience is far from unusual. Many young adults today are staying single longer, taking more time to settle into careers, and navigating a far more complex world than the one their parents knew. It’s no wonder your mom might be struggling to understand. But rest assured— you are not alone, and this phase does not define your future.
Let’s tackle those Pop-Tarts first. I assume the “sound of chewing” is symbolic— representing the noise of stress and unrest more than an actual snack attack. If your job is the main source of that stress, then the goal is to create intentional separation between work and your personal time. You don’t necessarily have to quit, but you do need ways to decompress. When I became self-employed, I struggled with this, too. What helped me was exercise after work—moving my body
gave my brain a break. Reading or watching something light before bed also helped shift my focus and quiet the mental buzz. Try experimenting with your own “winddown rituals” to create smoother transitions between stress and rest.
Now, about your mom. This is a more delicate matter, because underneath her criticism is likely concern and love. She may not realize that you’re already thinking seriously about your life—and that her words are landing like bricks, not boosts. One way to soften the tension is to open up. Share your goals, even if they’re still forming. Let her know that you are serious about creating a fulfilling life, and that you’re working through what that means for you. That honesty may help her see your stress not as indifference, but as the weight of responsibility you’re carrying. And in turn, she might shift from critic to ally.
Once you’ve quieted the external and internal noise, start listening to your own voice. What do you want? What makes you feel alive, valued, or at peace? Write it down.
Talk to friends. Revisit childhood passions. Your life doesn’t have to unfold on anyone else’s timeline or template. You’re not behind—you’re building. Slowly, purposefully.
And finally: Be patient. Fulfillment doesn’t always arrive in a flash. Sometimes, it creeps in through small changes, hard-won boundaries, or the courage to say, “This isn’t working—I want something better.” With time and intention, it comes together. I promise.
Wishing you peace—and fewer Pop-Tarts at 2 a.m.,
Blake
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The Samuel Josiah Atkinson House
By gosh, did you know that nestled in the quiet countryside of Siloam, North Carolina, stands a testament to the enduring legacy of rural Southern architecture and heritage? The Samuel Josiah Atkinson House, also known as Hogan Creek Farm, is more than just a historic residence. It is a window into the life and times of a prominent 19th-century North Carolinian and the community he helped shape.
Constructed between 1893 and 1899, this two-story, threebay I-house exemplifies the Late Victorian architectural style, characterized by its symmetrical façade and ornate detailing. The I-house, also referred to as “plantation plain,” was a popular design in the rural South during this period. It reflects the aspirations and social status of its owner, Samuel Josiah Atkinson. Born on December 24, 1850, in Caswell County, North Carolina, Atkinson was the son of Johnson Easley Atkinson and Elizabeth Horton Ingram. He married Sarah Russell Jones, and together, they established their homestead in Surry County, where the house still stands at 586 Atkinson Road. The Atkinson House is significant for its architectural merits and for its association with the Atkinson family’s contributions to the local community. The property, encompassing nearly 30 acres, functioned as a working farm, indicative of the agrarian lifestyle that dominated the region during the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
The farm’s operations would have been integral to the local economy, providing goods and employment opportunities to the surrounding area.
Samuel Josiah Atkinson’s influence extended beyond agriculture. He was an active member of the Siloam Baptist Church, a central institution in the community’s spiritual and social life. His commitment to the church is poignantly symbolized by the fact that his daughter was the first person buried in the Siloam Baptist Church Cemetery, marking the family’s deep-rooted presence in the area. The house’s inclusion in the National Register of Historic Places on April 16, 2012, underscores its importance as a cultural and historical asset. This designation not only recognizes the architectural integrity of the structure but also honors the Atkinson family’s role in the development of Siloam and Surry County. Today, the Samuel Josiah Atkinson House stands as a tangible link to North Carolina’s past, offering insights into the lives of those who shaped the state’s rural communities. Preserving such landmarks is crucial for understanding the social, economic, and architectural history of the region. As visitors and locals alike pass by the stately residence on Atkinson Road, they are reminded of the enduring legacy of families like the Atkinsons, whose contributions continue to resonate through the generations.
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SURRY SEEN
by Eddie Lowe
If I Could Speak to Daddy Through The Years…
Have you ever read a quote that was so deep and close to home that your eyes filled with tears? Here’s one such quote that evoked deep emotion in me.
“You can meet your dad before you were born. He doesn’t know who you are. What would you say to him?”
I’d like to add to that quote and put that you are the same age or, even better, a little older than him. My dad was 36 years old when I was born, and already had two daughters. Later, a younger sister would come along leaving me the only boy. As I reflect on myself at the age of 36 years old, I remember, even at that age, that poor decisions could still be made, and life certainly wasn’t cut and dry, as we all can attest.
For the sake of the quote, I’d prefer to go back further to 1958 when my dad was 23 and would marry my mom. Many stories, mostly funny ones, were told to me from that era. My mom and dad started out in what was called a “Jim Walter home,” which was basically a prefab ordered home to which the builders would come out to your land and build the outside structure and then you finished the inside, somewhat like the modular homes we have today.
In approximately 1958-1961, my parents had their first home, followed by their first child in 1960. In North Carolina, the winter of 1960 was particularly brutal. It snowed every Wednesday of March and was recorded as being one of the coldest months on record for the state. At just 23 years old, my dad had failed to insulate the new home and they suffered. He later told me that everyone was snowed in and he had to resort to removing boards from the porch for firewood and even burned some of the furniture!
My mom later told me they had a small coal stove and the wind blew so hard that winter that it blew the soot back down the chimney. At that time their firstborn slept in an open dresser drawer and mom said in the morning they’d all have soot on their faces. It was at that point I would have loved to have told him that they would survive and they would get through this… and suggest that maybe he finish insulating the house.
It was somewhere along this time that my dad was drafted and went to Fort Jackson, South Carolina. During this time, all males were drafted and served. My father later told me that he missed Mom fiercely and, of course, at his young age he hated being ordered what to do. I guess, if I could speak to him during this time, I’d remind him that this is how the Army works and suggestions aren’t up for discussion.
It would be in the next few years that my dad would be diagnosed with a rare disease and spend months in a hospital in Maryland. It was later determined that he had caught the disease, which was spread by rats, from working on furnaces. This was a dark time for him, in which he laid bedridden until he had learned to walk again. I’m certain that he would have loved some encouragement.
Thankfully he got better and would start some of the best years of his life. During this time in the mid to late ‘60s, his love of boating began. Many happy memories were later told of long summer weekends spent on Claytor Lake and learning to water ski. Most of the old Polaroid pictures I have of him were from this era. If I could meet him then, my advice would be to enjoy this time to the fullest because youth is fleeting.
I came along in 1971, and the lake years were soon to come to a close as bills would mount, and life presented new challenges. One of his greatest dreams was to open a restaurant. Around the early ‘80s, that dream came true in downtown Mt. Airy. His little café was called “The Chow House” and, although shortlived, this small window to his past was also a grand time for me as well. I remember making my own soda from the soda fountains in the café to this day. One of the grandest papers I have is his license for business. If I could speak to him during this stage, I’d tell him to hold on a little longer, if he could.
At the close of the ‘80s, life found my dad working as a night watchman. I’m sure time seemed to drag, but soon he would take on another role of being a poppa to grandkids. I must say, I feel this was one of his shining moments.
One might surmise that this seems like a simple life to read about. But as I write this, I remember a man I called my dad. A man who I carry in my heart and look more like with each passing year. I remember him for who he was, a man who tried, a man who failed at times, but a man who left fond memories for me and my kids. A man who loved to read and would amaze me with his knowledge as we watched Jeopardy and he would rattle off the answers. A man whom I am named after, Frank Lowe.
Dad’s ride with the Angels
My dad has been blessed with an amazing memory and loves to share stories about things that happened to him as he was growing up. It’s fun to hear about the places he went and experiences he had. His story about the angels is one that stands out as being pretty amazing.
Dad went to high school in Elizabethton, Tennessee. He lived with his Aunt Frances and Uncle Fred, who had no children of their own. During Dad’s senior year, Uncle Fred became ill and was taken to Duke University Hospital. The doctors determined he may have a brain tumor, but unable to help, they sent him home.
After graduation, Dad was drafted into the Army. His basic training was at Camp Atterbury in Indiana. While there, Dad found out his uncle was not doing well and had been taken to the Mayo Clinic. Sadly, the doctors there weren’t able to help him and sent him back to Tennessee. Concerned, Dad asked for leave to go home to see him. Late one night four weeks later, an orderly woke him up. The Red Cross had arranged a two-week leave for Dad to go home. After getting his bag packed, he set out in the dark hitch hiking to Tennessee.
It is hard to imagine hitchhiking being a safe thing to do, but in 1953, a soldier in uniform would easily get a ride. He had good rides for about four and a half hours and made it to just north of Berea, Kentucky when the driver told him that was as far as they were going. He got out of the car in front of a little church where he stood for over thirty minutes without another car passing by. Tired, anxious, and worried, Dad went up to the church steps and sat down. He prayed to God that he would make it home before his uncle passed away.
Dad often has “feelings” about things and has learned to listen to his intuition. After praying, he felt like he needed to go back to the road. In just a short time, a man and woman in a Buick stopped to give Dad a ride. A sense of peace and calm washed over Dad when he got into the car. He told the man and woman his uncle in East Tennessee was very sick and then he fell into a deep sleep.
Around 8:00 am, the couple woke Dad up and said, “We’re here.” Dad couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t told the couple his address, yet when he opened his eyes, he could see his house, just a block away. After thanking them, he hurried home. His Aunt Frances welcomed him and told him his uncle had been asking for him. Uncle Fred held Dad’s hand, and they were able to talk for several minutes before he passed away. Thanks to that couple, he had made it.
Looking back, it really was almost like a dream. In less than twelve hours, with no transportation and hundreds of miles from home, Dad was where he was needed and wanted to be, with his family. Those last few minutes he had with his Uncle were a special gift and Dad is eternally grateful for the angels who answered his prayers.
I recently asked my Dad about some of his favorite recipes. It was no surprise that everything he mentioned was a dessert. Dad loves any and all sweet treats. Peanut butter, chocolate and banana are some of his favorite flavors. Another one of my memories growing up was Dad’s Sunday night special of peanut butter and banana sandwiches. In celebration of June Dairy month and my Dad’s Sunday night specials, try a Peanut Butter and Banana Chocolate Shake.
INGREDIENTS
• 1 banana, sliced and frozen
• ¾ - 1 cup of chocolate milk (amount will depend on the size of your banana)
• 1 tablespoon of peanut butter or to taste
DIRECTIONS
• Add all ingredients to a blender. Blend until smooth. Serve immediately. Makes 1 serving.
Note: For added protein and lower carbs, I like Fairlife chocolate milk. I often will mix the chocolate milk with some white milk to reduce the carbs even more without noticing much difference in the taste.
by CARMEN LONG
Navigating Life with a Horse, Faith, and Common Sense
“I’m not doing it. Not doing it, Hay-Woman. Don’t ask me again, my answer will be the same. I am not going to that kids’ camp this summer!”
“Ah, come on Traveler, please! You know it’s for a good cause. The kids there absolutely love you.”
“Love me?” I could always tell when he was about to blow up because he would start pacing and snorting. Standing still was out of the question.
“Okay, okay, calm down.” I put my hand on his long furry neck. “Let’s start by taking a couple of cleansing, deep breaths. Breathe in for six, hold, and out for a 10 count. Close your eyes, and think of those deep blue skies…”
“You hold your breath and keep holding it,” he said sharply. “That meditation stuff you’re learning isn’t going to work with me today, Hay-Woman.”
Shocked, I raised my head and we locked eyes. Then, simultaneously, we busted out laughing.
“I’m sorry for that,” he said, as we both regained our composure.
“Can we at least talk about it for a few minutes before you make a final decision?”
Traveler nodded his big grey head in agreement.
“The lady running the horse camp called and asked for you specifically. You’re practically a celebrity with them.” I tried my best to pump up his ego so he would agree to go. His ears perked forward proudly at this statement.
Then, he let out a big sigh. “Do you know what it’s like there?” He asked, ...as if he were describing a maximum-security jail. “Children all day bouncing in the saddle, all over my back, pulling on my mouth with the reins, leading me here, leading me there, the endless circling, and don’t even get me started on the painting. I mean, what do I look like, a piece of canvas? Last year it took me a week to get all that paint out of my hair and off my rump.”
I giggled at the memory of him last year — paint everywhere you can possibly imagine — but quickly sobered up to avoid starting another outburst.
“I remember you getting brushed and rubbed most of the day, not to mention all the constant petting and scratching. I also remember how you helped many of those kids overcome fears, gave them confidence, and fostered a love for horsemanship they may not have had. Many of the kids went from being beginners to advanced riders because of you. That one little boy had never seen a horse before you and by the end of the camp he was galloping around the ring. He sent you a Christmas card, remember?”
“I guess there were some good lessons that came out of it,” he relented. After thinking intently, he quoted, “Proverbs 22:6, Train up a child in the way he should go: And when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
“Yes! That’s right Traveler, the kids at that camp are like your children.”
“Well, what are you waiting for then, Hay-Woman? Call her and tell her of course I will be happy to come and help her this year. Why wouldn’t I? Besides, I’m like a celebrity to everyone there.”
“Calling her now.” My dear friend was one in a million.
by DERINA PYLES
Safe in the Shadows: A Blue Ridge Legacy
I’ve always believed the Blue Ridge Mountains are more than just a pretty backdrop. They’re a refuge. A sanctuary. A place where people come not just to escape the chaos of the world, but to find something deeper: peace, freedom, even survival. The longer I’ve lived here, and the more stories I’ve heard, the more I’ve come to understand just how true that is.
Long before these mountains showed up on postcards or in travel magazines, they were a place of shelter. Native American communities, especially the Cherokee, called these ridges home. It was sacred ground, really. The Cherokee lived in tune with the land, thriving in its rhythms. When settlers began pressing in, many were forced from their ancestral homes. Still, some refused to leave. I’ve heard stories— quiet, powerful ones— of families who disappeared into the hollows, relying on their deep knowledge of the terrain to avoid capture. Some of their descendants still live here today, especially around the Qualla Boundary, carrying forward their traditions and language in the shadows of the same mountains that once protected their ancestors.
That same spirit of retreat has echoed through generations. Early European settlers— Scots-Irish, German, English— also found refuge here. They came fleeing hardship, persecution, and poverty, hoping to find a fresh start. The Blue Ridge gave them a chance to do just that. Out here, they built a life on their own terms, far from the rules and reach of the colonies. In those rugged hills, they didn’t just find land, they found freedom.
Even during the Civil War, the mountains offered a kind of complicated refuge. Not everyone in western North Carolina supported the Confederacy. Many families here were torn, caught between conflicting loyalties, or simply wanted no part in the fighting. The remoteness of the Blue Ridge gave some a way out, whether that meant hiding from conscription, sheltering those who fled, or simply disappearing for a while.
One story that’s stuck with me is about a young Cherokee woman named Salali, which means ‘squirrel’ in Cherokee. It’s said she lived around the early 1800s, just before the Indian Removal Act. When word came that soldiers were closing in on her village near the Little Tennessee River, she and her family slipped away into the highlands of what we now call the Great Smoky Mountains. They traveled by moonlight and rested beneath the thick canopies by day, and eventually settled in a remote cove where they could live quietly, freely. Her family built a home from chestnut logs, grew corn in a clearing, and hunted in the woods. And they stayed. Years later, her grandchildren were still there, resilient, rooted, still Cherokee.
I think about that a lot when I walk these trails or sit quietly on a ridge as the fog rolls in. Even now, in this age of highways, Wi-Fi, and constant connection, people still come to these mountains looking for something they’ve lost— or maybe never had. A little peace. A fresh start. A place to breathe.
The Blue Ridge has always answered with the same quiet strength. From ancient footpaths to Civil War hideouts, from settler cabins to weekend retreats, these mountains hold a long, deep legacy of sanctuary. They offer more than just beauty. They offer belonging.
And maybe that’s why I love them so much. Because whether you’re running from something or simply hoping to find yourself, the Blue Ridge has a way of wrapping you in silence and reminding you: You’re safe here. You’re home.
Like the psalmist once wrote,
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
—Psalm 121:1–2
That verse has never felt more real to me than it does here. In this land of quiet hollows and sunlit ridges, I see it every day: the connection between creation and comfort, between nature and grace.
So if you ever find yourself in need of stillness or seeking a little sanctuary of your own, come. The mountains are waiting.
by Larry VanHoose
The Gentle Strength of a Father’s Protection
by JOANNA RADFORD
There’s a special kind of love that comes from a father— a quiet, watchful, steadfast kind of love that wraps itself around you like armor. As Father’s Day approaches, my heart drifts back to memories of my daddy, the greatest protector I’ve ever known. From the moment I could walk, I walked behind him, placing my small feet in the steps he had just made, wanting to be just like him. Those moments are etched in my soul.
He wasn’t just a provider— he was a teacher, a playmate, a guide, and above all, a protector. I remember helping him train his English Setter bird dogs, the way his voice commanded respect from the animals but also radiated warmth. He raised quail, too, and once asked me to hold one. “Not too tight,” he said, “or it’ll suffocate.”
Of course, when the little bird tried to get away, I clutched tighter, scared of losing it. He knew that would happen. He was teaching me about gentleness and letting go.
I begged to go bird hunting with him once. He agreed, and I was elated. But when we reached the hunting spot, he gently told me to wait in the truck. Two hours later he returned empty-handed, but with a heart full of love. He hadn’t let me go not because he didn’t want me there, but because he didn’t want me to get hurt. His love always came wrapped in protection.
Saturdays were our special days. He would wake me up early, and we’d head downtown to Mt. Airy’s beloved Snappy Lunch for sausage sandwiches. I’ve never had one that tasted as good since. Maybe it was the company. He could make sardines with vinegar taste like a feast. Though I still remember the day he offered that to me just before a date came over. My beau walked in, took one whiff, and nearly turned back out the door. My daddy just smiled, like he knew exactly what he was doing. He probably did.
He shared stories about dumpster diving back when rural counties used scattered bins instead of formal landfills. He’d talk about seeing a head with two eyes peering up from the top, warning us kids that someone else had beaten him to the treasure. We laughed then, and I laugh now, but buried in those stories was a lesson about resourcefulness, in seeing value where others don’t.
My dad loved games, jokes, the ocean, and pulling harmless pranks. One of his favorites? Telling us kids to lie down and look into the sleeve of a raincoat, promising we’d see stars. When we peered up, he’d pour a cup of water through. Oh, we saw stars, but not the ones we expected!
This Father’s Day, take a moment to remember the steps your father made for you. Walk in them if you can. And if those memories are few, make new ones. Dads – your time, your laughter, your protection: those are the gifts your children will hold in their hearts forever.
MOUNT AIRY
Trivia Night
Tuesday, June 3, 2025 from 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm
White Elephant Beer Co.
The Magnificents Band
225 Market St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Thursday, June 5, 2025 from 7:30 pm to 9:30 pm
Blackmon Ampitheatre
218 Rockford St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Historic Downtown Mount Airy Ghost Tours
Friday, June 6, 2025 from 8:00 pm to 9:30 pm
Mount Airy Museum of Regional History
North Tower
301 N. Main St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Blackmon Ampitheatre
Reeves Theatre
Saturday, June 7, 2025 from 7:30 pm to 9:30 pm
218 Rockford St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Mount Airy Farmers Market
Mount Airy Farmers Market
Mayberry Cool Cars & Rods Cruise-In
Downtown Mount Airy
Main St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Juneteenth Celebration - The Legacy
Friday, June 13, 2025 from 9:00 am to 12:00 pm
232 W Independence Blvd, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Blackmon Ampitheatre
Main St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
Envision
Sunday, June 15, 2025 from 1:00 pm to 5:00 pm
Luke Mears & Friends Country/Blues Jam
129 W Main St, Elkin, NC 28621
Trivia Thursdays @ ATB
Thursday, June 12, 2025 from 6:00 pm to 9:00 pm
Thursday, June 12, 2025 from 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm
Angry Troll Brewing 222 E Main St, Elkin, NC 28621
Food Truck Fridays
Downtown Elkin
101 E Market St, Elkin, NC 28621
The Stage Concert Series
Friday, June 13, 2025 from 11:00 am to 8:00 pm
Thursday, June 19, 2025 from 7:30 pm to 9:30 pm
Friday, June 27, 2025 from 7:30 pm to 9:30 pm
Blackmon Ampitheatre
218 Rockford St, Mount Airy, NC 27030
ELKIN
Brunch @ Southern on Main
Southern on Main
102 E Main St, Elkin, NC 28621
Therapeutic Yoga
Saturday, June 21, 2025 from 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm
Jones von Drehle 964 Old Railroad Grade Rd, Thurmond, NC 28683
Elkin Cruise In Sunday, June 22, 2025 from 2:00 pm to 5:00 pm
Yadkin Valley Heritage and Trails Center 257 Standard St, Elkin, NC 28621
DOBSON
Sunday, June 1, 2025 from 11:00 am to 3:00 pm
Yoga on Main
122 E Main St, Elkin, NC 28621
Monday, June 2, 2025 from 9:00 am to 10:00 am
Dobson Farmers Market
Dobson Farmers Market
903 E Atkins St, Dobson, NC 27017
Ground Steak Festival
Friday, June 6, 2025 from 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm
Dobson Square Park 110 S Crutchfield St, Dobson, NC 27017
GALAX
Plant Based Cooking Class
Elkin Farmers Market - Every Tuesday
Surry County Farmers Market
101 E Market St, Elkin, NC, 28621
Reeves Open Mic Night
Reeves Theatre
Tuesday, June 3, 2025 from 5:30 pm to 8:00 pm
129 W Main St, Elkin, NC 28621
Wednesday, June 11, 2025 from 6:30 pm to 8:00 pm
Saturday, June 14, 2025 from 10:00 am to 8:00 pm
Free Movie Wednesday
Wednesday, June 4, 2025 at 6:30 pm
Rex Theatre
113 Grayson St, Galax, VA 24333
Rainbow Bingo
Monday, June 2, 2025 from 5:30 pm to 7:30 pm
Carroll County Public Library 101 Beaver Dam Road, Hillsville, VA 24343
