Roan Mountain Magazine
Roan Mountain Magazine
Volume 1, Issue 7
April 2025
STAFF
PUBLISHER/EDITOR
Amy Thurman amy@roanmountainmagazine.com
EDITORIAL ASSISTANT
Diana Tolley
EDITORIAL ASSISTANT
Susie Phillips STAFF WRITER
Ericka Hughes
GUN TALK WITH JON Captain Jon Strydom NEWS FROM THE ROAN Ranger Marcianne O'Day PEACE OF MIND WITH CHRIST Christopher Adams
THE LAST WORD & THE GRACE PLACE
Noah Blair STAFF PHOTOGRAPHER
Faith Lynn
CONTRIBUTORS
Renee Russell Randy Robinson
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ARTICLES & FEATURES
14 Business Spotlight: NAPA
35 years after opening their doors, Jack's team still cares about service.
16 Photo Feature: Spring!
We asked for your spring photos and you sent them! Great photos everyone and thank you for contributing!
20 Feeding Some Folks
Ericka Hughes fills us in on a small group of volunteers who get together monthly and deliver fresh-cooked meals.
21 Magill Memorial
Susie Phillips tells us what her little stone church with a big heart has going on.
22 Resilient Roand
Renee Russell launches a series highlighting uplifting recovery stories.
23 Peace of Mind
Therapist Chris Adams launches a new column sharing advice and guidance.
24 Music Spotlight
This month Ericka spotlights the eclectic music of Mark Henes.
25 Zeroed In
College student Ashlyn Blake is making a name for herself in competitive rifle shooting.
26 Short Story
Diana brings us another sweet tale of days gone by. Young Ella gets a special spring surprise!
ABOUT THE COVER:
Randy Robinson caught this lucky shot when a doe hid her fawn in his plant beds. He entered the image in a photo contest and placed 4th, but we think he should have won!
Photo by Randy Robinson
When I had the magazine back in Georgia, I used to do an annual “best of” survey. It was a great way to promote advertisers and engage with readers. I was thinking about this recently, but didn’t see any way to make it work here in Roan Mountain. After all, it would be hard to have a category for Best Tire Store, or Best Auto Parts Store, or Best Bakery. We all know who’d win those! And I really wouldn’t want to pit our local restaurants against each other, or landscape businesses, or hair salons. This magazine is supposed to support and strengthen the community, not drive wedges.
A few days ago I was talking to a friend who published a magazine for nearly two decades before she retired. She did something a little different: she held a “best of” contest, but it was for fun categories that anyone could get involved in. To announce the winners she held an awards ceremony and gave out funny little trophies to the winners. It became a highly anticipated annual event for the whole community.
That got me thinking. We could do something fun like that too. We could come up with a list of both serious and fun categories, print a “ballot” in the magazine for a couple months, and tally the votes. Then we could host a community shindig and give out awards, recognize our advertisers, and introduce the staff and contributors. We could even gather a few raffle prizes, sell tickets, and use the proceeds to support a local cause. Might even be able to get a local musician or two to play a few songs for us. Maybe in September, to celebrate the first anniversary of the magazine.
Whatcha’ think?
If y’all are game, then start thinking about categories. But keep it clean. I was initially thinking one category could be “Best ‘Shine” but then terms like “Accessory After the Fact” would be thrown around and I think we’ll all pass on that one. Just remember, the point is to make it fun, recognize some folks for their talents or skills, or maybe even their peculiarities, but in a way that doesn’t make anyone feel bad. I have a starter list over there to the side. Send me your category ideas!
I was thinking we could set up ballot boxes at a few businesses in town (anyone want to help decorate them?), plus an online option, or you could scan and send them to me via email.
Any thoughts on food? Potluck? Or should we ask our restaurants to make up a few trays of their specialties? Or, maybe a fish fry. Or chili cookoff if it’s not still too hot out to be eating chili?
Any other ideas? Email, text or call me.
Oh! Did y’all see we got a write up in one of the Elizabethton Star’s special publications? Buzz Trexler wrote a great article about Roan Mountain Magazine
in their magazine Progress 2025 Making Good Things Happen (it’s on page 18). Thanks Buzz, and the Star, for the recognition!
We hope you enjoy this issue! There’s a lot in this one (much of it written by Ericka Hughes – what a rock star!). Thank you to all who contributed, both creatively and the operational side – we’re a great team!
Thank you all for reading. Have a happy Easter!
See you 'round the Roan!
Potential Categories for our Best Of Awards
Fun Categories:
• Most talkative
• Quietest
• Best joke teller
• Best local magazine (ha!)
• Coldest beer in town
• Longest Sunday sermon
• Shorest Sunday sermon
• Best beard
• Drinks the most coffee
Recognition Categories:
• Nicest business frontage
• Best storyteller
• Longest marriage
• Oldest resident
• Prettiest front yard
• Best customer service
• Best hunter/trapper
• Best fisherman
• Best homemade pie
• Most grandkids (greats count)
Have ideas? Send them to me! Let's have fun!
Amy Campbell Clark Editor amy@roanmountainmagazine.com
This month I'll talk about one of the greatest enemies of firearms (other than politicians!): rust.
What many people may not be aware of is that what we know as "bluing" is in fact a form of controlled surface corrosion, or rust. Find an old tool out in the barn made from a good quality steel, like an old wrench or pliers. Fit a good wire brush onto your bench grinder. Then, very, very gently, touch those rusty steel pliers to that spinning wire wheel. Move it back and forth in long, even strokes. Don't press too hard or you'll remove the surface finish and expose fresh bare metal. Watch the loose surface rust vanish and leave a polished, gleaming black finish on the metal. The better quality the metal, the better it restores. I'm always amazed at how well most 80- to 100-year-old firearms respond to a wire wheel.
Modern chemical finishes involve hot caustic salts that boil at around 320 degrees and at room temp looks like dirty dried mud in the tanks. It requires some specific equipment like gas burners, personal protective gear and good ventilation. Great care is needed – getting splashed with 320-degree highly corrosive chemicals will leave a … lasting impression. Hot bluing gives a black oxide finish that is very durable, protective and aesthetically pleasing on firearms, knives, tools and other steel parts.
Cold bluing can be done easily at home. Proper preparation of the metal surface involves filing and sanding out imperfections, buffing or polishing for a gloss finish, or wire brushing/sanding for a matte
GUN TALK WITH JON
Combating the Enemy
By Captain Jon Strydom (aka African Jon)
finish. Rubber gloves and safety glasses and a good work surface (not the wife's antique dinner table) are also key.
Apply the gun blue with a cotton pad or cotton swab to the degreased area. Wait for it to thoroughly dry then repeat five times. The more you repeat, the deeper the color. After the final coat has dried, rinse it thoroughly in boiling water. This "fixes" the color and removes excess chemicals, and the heated metal will flash-dry before rust sets in. Next, use a good quality machine oil on a piece of 0000 grade steel wool to burnish the part. You'll be very pleasantly surprised at the finish. Keep it clean and oiled and that finish will outlast any painted surface.
After last year's flood my shop has restored over 70 firearms that were in really bad shape. One group of six rifles were recovered from a safe that was washed into a pool and not found until two weeks later. Then the safe could not be cut open for another two weeks until electricity was restored. They're all back in good working order now. Bring your water- or even firedamaged firearms to my shop for a free estimate and you'll very likely leave smiling.
In a future column I'll discuss other gun finishes like Ceracote, Parkerizing and nickel plating
As always - stay safe out there.
Rust removal can improve the working quality and safety of firearm components or even save it from the scrap heap.
Photos by Jon Strydom
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INGREDIENTS
Dressing
1 package bacon, diced (I use applewood smoked)
¼ cup bacon grease
¼ cup honey
¼ cup apple cider vinegar
¼ cup Dijon mustard
1 clove minced garlic
Freshly ground black pepper to taste
Salad
Baby spinach leaves (or your favorite greens)
Diced red onion
Tomatoes, chopped
Your favorite protein (grilled salmon, grilled chicken, or grilled steak)
Other ingredients might include diced bell peppers, radishes, shredded carrots, chopped boiled egg, strawberries, walnuts, soft cheese, or whatever else you fancy
DIRECTIONS
• Assemble spinach and vegetables in individual bowls.
TASTE ROAN of the
Spinach Salad with Warm Bacon Dressing
Submitted by Amy Thurman
I start craving salads as soon as it starts getting warm out, and this salad makes a meal when you add meat. The dressing is out of this world - try it, even if you don't like one of the ingredients - when blended together and warmed, it's an amazing flavor! Enjoy!
• Fry bacon over medium-low to medium heat to avoid scorching grease. Stir frequently to cook evenly.
• While bacon is frying, measure out the vinegar, mustard and honey into a bowl and stir together.
• When bacon is desired crispness, remove and drain on paper towel. Pour off excess grease leaving a quarter cup with all the bacon “grit” in the skillet.
• Add garlic to skillet and saute about two minutes, still being careful not to scorch grease.
• Grind black pepper over skillet to desired amount and whisk in.
• Whisk in honey mixture, and continue to gently whisk until all ingredients are combined. When it begins to gently bubble, whisk again. Then dip the bottom of a spoon in the mixture, then turn the spoon over. If the dressing rolls slowly off the bottom of the spoon, you have the desired consistency.
• Taste and adjust if desired with more honey, vinegar or mustard.
• Add cooked bacon to salads, then top with salmon, chicken or steak. Drizzle warm bacon dressing over salads, or serve beside salads in individual ramekins.
Great with warm crusty rolls and butter on the side.
If you have a family recipe or just a favorite dish you’d like to share, get in touch – we might be able to include it in an upcoming issue. Ideally with seasonally available ingredients, and if you have a photo of the prepared dish, send that along too! amy@roanmountainmagazine.com
By Noah Blair
As Christians, we get to experience things that are powerful and unique every day of our lives. We can see God’s hand work in and through our lives and the lives of those around us daily. We have all seen individuals be healed, lives changed and souls saved in our journeys with Christ. When these major events happen it’s important to praise Him and worship our Father, however, we must not forget to praise Him for the things that may seem less significant in comparison.
My belief is that any blessing from the Almighty has and will always have a large impact on us and our lives; after all, when the Creator of our universe thinks of me in any way, it’s a big deal!
One of these forgotten things we must always thank the Lord for is simply His presence. In Exodus 33:14, the Word reads, “And He said, My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest.”
Praise the Lamb the God we serve, for He promises me that His presence will go before me and that in it I will find rest. We’ve all been in situations where we’ve been unsure what the future might hold but knowing this scripture allows me to rest in the promise of my Heavenly Father, that His presence has already gone before me and I will not have to face the future alone.
The presence of God does so much more than going before us. In Psalms 16:11 the scriptures add this, “Thou wilt shew me the path of life: In thy presence is fulness of joy; At thy right hand, there are pleasures for evermore.”
The presence of our Heavenly Father brings joy along with the rest and the pleasures of Heaven are available to us as well. Imagine the place here on Earth where you go to experience the joyful rest the scriptures have described. What if I told you that it didn’t matter if it was the coast or the tallest peak and everywhere in between, you would not find a better, more joyful, or happier place to be than in the presence of our Lord?
As we learn to accept this truth from the Bible we must also remember to always thank Him, and to value the promise of Him never leaving us alone or without hope. The presence of God does more than one thing for his children; it does everything for his children. Let’s remember to thank our Creator for His presence and truly live in the presence of Him!
God loves you!
PLACE THE
“In thy presence is the fulness of joy ...”
Psalms 16:11
Business Spotlight: NAPA Auto Parts
By Ericka Hughes
In a town where word travels faster than the wind off the mountain, reputation is everything. And if you ask around Roan Mountain who you can trust when your truck won’t start, your tractor needs a part, or your old Chevy just isn’t running right—there’s a good chance you’ll hear the same answer over and over again: NAPA.
That’s because for the last 35 years, Jack Johnson has been doing more than just selling auto parts. He has been consistently keeping this town moving.
NAPA is an acronym for National Auto Parts Association and was established in 1925. Jack opened Roan Mountain’s NAPA Auto Parts in 1989, not because he was chasing some big dream, but because he saw a need. The building was sitting vacant. The town didn’t have a reliable place to get parts. So Jack made a call. Followed the process. And to his surprise, someone from NAPA showed up at his house the very next day.
“They didn’t waste any time,” he said. And neither did he.
Jack’s son Nick Johnson serves as store manager, having worked in the business for the past eight years. He grew up in and around the store and says that to him, NAPA is more than just a job. “It’s in my blood."
Built for the Long Haul
That kind of pride shows up in the details—like the exceptional inventory, which is known to be broader and better-stocked than other NAPA stores in the region. Locals say if you can’t find it there, they’ll track it down and get it to you fast, often by the next day.
They carry an impressive range of parts for both new and older vehicles, which makes them especially valuable in a small mountain town where farmers, working folks, and owners of older model trucks depend on reliable, hard-to-find components. Jack and Nick keep the stock up-to-date, not just with the latest gear, but with legacy parts that other stores overlook.
“Times change,” Jack said. “Parts change. What people need changes. So we keep up.”
They also work to keep it affordable. Many customers mention how fair the prices are, often lower than chain stores or other suppliers in surrounding towns. According to Nick, that’s intentional.
“We take the time and effort to find anything someone needs,” he says. “And we try to work with people on price. We understand the economy. We do our best.”
Jack (right) and his son, Nick.
More Than Just Parts
It’s not just what’s on the shelves that draws people in. It’s who’s behind the counter. Shaun Fields, who’s been working at NAPA for four years, says the heart of the place is the people.
“I love helping folks,” he said. “It’s the camaraderie, the conversations. You get to talk about farming, mechanics, family. Sometimes we unlock a car. Sometimes we stay open late if someone really needs something. It’s just what you do in a town like this.”
That flexibility has become part of their reputation. Locals tell stories of calling after hours and having Jack or Nick meet them at the door, or finding a part delivered quicker than expected. They’re known for going the extra mile, and they do it without fanfare— just because it’s the right thing to do.
One customer put it this way: “You don’t just go there for parts. You go there to sit, talk, swap stories, and maybe even learn a trick or two about your engine along the way. "
Another customer said "It’s one of the few places left where folks still treat you like you matter. They'll take care of you."
When asked if there’s anything he wants the community to know, Jack doesn’t need long to think.
“I’m thankful for everyone in this town,” he said. “Thankful for them backing me throughout the years, and thankful for their trust.”
And when asked what keeps him coming in every day, through the early mornings, late nights, and long stretches of steady work?
“The community,” he said proudly.
Jack Johnson and his team at NAPA are proof that when hard work, family values, and neighborly care come together, a business becomes something more. It becomes a legacy.
Nerodia sipedon, commonly known as the northern banded watersnake, thrives throughout eastern North America as a non-venomous species. At Roan Mountain State Park, these snakes bask on rocks and logs along the Doe River during the summer. They soak up the sun to regulate their body temperatures and to support digestion.
Adult watersnakes typically grow between two and four feet long. They display robust bodies with distinct dark crossbands over reddish-brown or grayish-black backgrounds. As they age, their coloration often darkens, and some appear almost entirely black or brown. Many people mistake them for venomous snakes like cottonmouths or copperheads because of this appearance.
Along the Doe River, watersnakes actively hunt amphibians and fish. They swim powerfully using their laterally flattened bodies and keeled scales, navigating aquatic environments with ease. By preying on local fauna, they help maintain ecological balance.
Although park staff often field questions from concerned guests, northern watersnakes generally avoid humans and pose no real threat. When they do feel threatened, they may release a foul-smelling musk, flatten their bodies to appear larger, or deliver a quick, harmless bite. These bites may cause minor skin abrasions but do not result in serious injury.
You might see northern banded watersnakes on any warm, sunny day from the bridge at the visitor center. Just look to the left of the bridge to the rocks below!
NEWS FROM THE ROAN
By Marcianne O'Day
Park Ranger
Roan Mountain State Park
We're excited to welcome our newest park employee, Cece Studer! Cece joins Carissa Bailey at our gift shop operation and she's already busy merchandising the camp store as we look forward to reopening mid-April! Cece comes to us with substantial experience, having worked for two years as a camp host at David Crockett Birthplace State Park. As an experienced RV camper, she brings an important perspective to our camp store operation and we can't wait to see her take it to the next level!
As we gear up for the summer we still have quite a few of our long-sleeved shirts and jackets on sale and marked down by 40%. Because our usual season was disrupted by the flood, we haven't had the visitation to the shop we would normally expect.
Stop by any day of the week between 8 a.m. and 4 p.m. If you see Cece, say "hi" and get yourself a great deal on a long-sleeved Roan Mountain shirt or jacket!
New employee Cece Struder (left) and Carissa Bailey at the park visitor center.
A northern banded watersnake.
Photo by Ranger Phil Hylen
Spring! Spring!
Things are greening up everywhere we look, flowers are blooming and the animal kingdom is coming back to life as well. We live in such a beautiful place and these images capture it well. Thanks to all for such lovely photos!
By Carol Ann Mitchell
By Atlanta Largent
By Faith Lynn
By Carrie Naylor Kraus
By Debbie Townson
By Chrystal Freeman
By Ericka Hughes
By Jennifer & Henrik Loos
By Nick Sluder
Painted by Joe Burleson
By Tara Dobbs
By Colleen Gainey
By Brenda Shell Hoss
By Carrie Naylor Kraus
By Faith Lynn
By Marley Turbyfill
By Brenda Shell Hoss
By Nick Sluder
By Faith Lynn
By Ericka Hughes
By Tara Dobbs
By Carrie Naylor Kraus
By John Bertocchini
Feeding Some Folks
By Ericka Hughes
In Roan Mountain, a heartfelt effort called Feeding Some Folks is quietly making a big difference. Led by Pastor Gene Tomlinson and his wife Shelley, from Southport, N.C., this grassroots movement goes beyond just serving meals—it offers connection, comfort, and community spirit.
Gene and Shelley began serving monthly meals in June 2023, but their work took on greater meaning after Hurricane Helene. Teaming up with local legend Bruce Swift— cook at The Appalachian Station at 19E, and his wife Sherri Swift, along with Station owners JD and Tanya Westerman, and other volunteers , they turned the kitchen into a busy hub of kindness.
Each month, the kitchen at the Station comes alive. Gene and Bruce prepare hot meals, while volunteers help pack dishes and homemade desserts. Once ready, the meals go straight to those working to help the community recover, such as Mountain Electric linemen, first responders, and other community workers, as well as local homebound residents.
“We just want to feed some folks,” said Bruce, and Gene agrees. “With food that tastes good.”
After Helene, the group expanded their support, distributing generators, helping Mountain Electric Co-op with installing power poles and meters, and working alongside groups like God’s Pit Crew and
Convoy of Hope.
Gene handles most communications himself, keeping things personal. “If someone needs help, I prefer to say yes or no directly,” he says.
“There are people at banks, post offices, and frontline jobs who listen to everyone else’s problems all day,” Gene explained. “Feeding Some Folks is how we show appreciation for them.”
Why Roan Mountain? Glen and his wife bought property on Elk River Road about eight years ago, but have been coming to the area for 30 years. A close family friend lives on Buck Mountain, and they’ve even used her kitchen to prep meals in the past. After the storm in 2024, they began doing distributions out of J’s Market in Elk Park, serving over 5,000 hot meals. That experience revealed just how deep the need was—and they've been committed ever since.
The project also provides support in Southport and Brunswick County, where Gene’s congregation at The Point Church supports similar outreach.
Want to help or know someone who might need a meal? Call Gene directly at (910) 200-9919. The next meal is set for Monday, May 12.
At its heart, Feeding Some Folks is simple: everyone deserves a hot meal made with love, and a bit of kindness can change everything.
Feeding Some Folks relies entirely on donations, as they are a registered charitable organization and LLC. They welcome support from anyone who would like to contribute—whether in the form of food, money, or time. Volunteers interested in helping with prep or delivery can call (910) 200-9919 for more details.
Bruce and Sherri Swift (left) and Sherri with author Ericka Hughes (right) plating food that will soon be delivered in the community.
Magill Memorial Church
The Little Stone Church with a Big Heart
By Susie Phillips
If you live in Roan Mountain you probably pass this little stone church several times a week as you travel up or down 143. If you’re a visitor, you'll most certainly pass it on your way to Roan Mountain State Park.
When I moved to Roan Mountain in December 2019 I had been a Lutheran for 20 years. Moving to a new town is difficult because you have to leave your home church and find a new church home. After a little trial and error, I found my place at Magill. I was welcomed with open arms and made to feel like I'm part of the family. I wanted to share with you a few of the things Magill has to offer and invite you to come visit.
First Sundays
If you attend service on the first Sunday of each month, you'll be treated to the music of “Brighten the Corner” with Art, Ellie & Peggy. After service we host our monthly covered dish luncheon.
Sunrise Easter Service
Each year, local churches take turns hosting the Sunrise Easter Service. Magill Memorial will be hosting this year, with Pastor Lincoln Shelton, from Roan Park Baptist Church, delivering the message. After the service, join us for breakfast in our fellowship hall, newly renovated after last fall's flood. All are welcome!
Kid's Summer Program
Last year, we hosted our inaugural Kid's Summer Program and look forward to doing so again this summer. Kids of all ages can come one day a week to have a delicious, kid friendly hot lunch, pick out books to take home and a bag of groceries provided by TLC in Elizabethton. Please look in the May issue for what day and time the program will resume this summer.
If you're looking for a church home, I encourage you to come for a visit. Our congregation is welcoming, our Pastor, Gloria Baird, offers uplifting sermons focused on the Bible, and our little stone church provides a beautiful sanctuary for worship. Come see for yourself!
Easter Sunrise Service
Sunday, April 20 6:30 a.m.
Breakfast to immediately follow.
Magill Memorial Church (Presbyterian)
296 Highway 143
Roan Mountain, TN 37687
Sunday School 10:00 a.m. Sunday Service 11:00 a.m.
Wednesday Bible Study 6:30 p.m.
Resilient Roan: Stories of Recovery
So many in our community were impacted by Hurricane Helene last fall, and since then, we’ve all heard of unimaginable struggles as we work to recover and get our lives back to normal. But we’ve also heard many recovery stories that inspire us, encourage us, and make us smile. These heartwarming glimpses into the heart of our community demonstrate that we are indeed strong, resilient, and determined, and we will recover. Local resident, Renee Russell, has made it her mission to find and share these stories with us.
By Renee Russell
The devastation from Hurricane Helene here in our area is still taking a toll almost seven months after the storm. However, the term “Roan Mountain Strong” has proven very accurate in describing how residents have worked towards recovery. One recent Cloudland High School graduate is living that description.
Helene ripped through the home of Andrae Davis that horrific morning on September 27th, badly damaging the commercial kitchen where the almost18-year-old baked his popular confections, known as “Cakes by Andrae.”
Andrae immediately realized that his bakery business dream was in jeopardy. He was heartbroken, of course. However, he did not allow this setback to get the best of him. Instead, he immediately turned his disappointment into an opportunity to connect with close neighbors and friends and worked to build back their neighborhood, starting with cleanup efforts. Instead of starting with his kitchen, he and his neighbors, nearby friends, and several churches banded together to help each other begin the restoration. This is Roan Mountain’s testimony! It defines the character and identity of this area: neighbor helping neighbor, never giving up. It’s all about resilience.
Andrae was also determined to ensure that “Cakes by Andrae” would not be a lost dream. He realized his dream of opening a bakery would be put on hold for a while, but as days and weeks went by, God revealed to him how this would all work for his good!
The plan started with Andrae completing his senior year of high school a semester early (in December 2024) which meant he could attend college earlier than expected. He enrolled at Walter State Community College, in Sevierville, Tennessee, and started Culinary Arts classes in January of this year, several months earlier than originally planned. Step one of his plan was
in motion.
It didn’t stop there. Andrae’s culinary talents led to him appearing on WJHLTV with Amy Lynn, on two occasions. His focus in the first appearance was teaching others how to bake cupcakes. Not just your ordinary cupcake, but melt-in-yourmouth, culinary delights.
The second appearance with Amy Lynn which took place in January, after Andrae’s 18th birthday, took an unexpected turn. This talented baker received a grant from “Region AHEAD,” to be used after he graduates to help him open his future bakery! He was thrilled at the wonderful news that he will have this assistance to help him begin his dream.
During this time, and with great apprehension, Andrae created a Go Fund Me page and shared it on Facebook to raise money for his future bakery. He received $4000.00 through this fund, which he greatly appreciated! He has also received donations from local residents who want to see his dream come true. Andrae wants all who contributed to know that he appreciates your assistance more than words could ever express!
Another dream for Andrae is coming true this summer, as he will be employed at Dollywood –baking, of course! Dolly Parton has been and continues to be Andrae’s role-model. He is in awe of her generosity and desire to always help others, to show kindness, and her faith in God. His favorite song of Dolly’s is “Try” and he said he lives this song every day.
He has one other role model who he places above all: God. He says all of the miracles he has experienced during this challenging time came from Jesus, and he is forever grateful!
It is with sincere gratitude and thankfulness that Andrae hopes for the opportunity to give back to his community once his dream has come true and his bakery is open. He plans to open it in Johnson City, in about two and a half years. He said he could never thank everyone enough or pay them back, but he will give back in the future. He said the flood may have been a disaster, but it has led him down the path of seeing his dream coming true! Check out Cakes by Andrae on Facebook. Andrae Davis, we wish you the best! Bake on!
My wife and I moved to Roan Mountain shortly after Hurricane Helene struck the area. Although our time here has been brief, we've witnessed this community's exceptional strength, bravery, and resilience. Experiencing this has been as awe-inspiring as the stunning scenery surrounding us. I hope to share something uplifting with you in return, as the community overcomes the devastation of Hurricane Helene. As a therapist, my contributions often come in the form of insight and guidance. I pray some of them are helpful to our community as it overcomes Helene.
It’s not uncommon after a traumatic event like a natural disaster to experience a range of emotions, even months after the fact. But we can get through this and move beyond it to a healthier place.
Acknowledge and embrace your emotions. They play a crucial role in our lives and deserve our attention. Emotions like fear can protect us from danger, while others may appear less essential. Understand that emotions are signals from our bodies, indicating matters that need our attention. It's perfectly normal to feel grief after a disaster like the hurricane. Allow yourself time to feel it, reach out to others, and process this pain constructively.
We should reflect on what we can learn from this disaster, focusing on the positives instead of dwelling on our losses. Pay attention to what truly matters to you during these difficult moments; for many, it shines a light on family, friendships, and love. This realization is wisdom! It’s a truth that can help us redirect our paths. Perhaps we can prioritize time with loved ones and enhance our relationships. Remember, despite setbacks, your life retains meaning. Think positively: "I am here, I am resilient, and I have inherent worth." Nurture your connections with God, family, and friends. Show one another forgiveness and compassion. Cherish the memories you create; no catastrophe can erase them!
Keep in mind that this chapter is still being written. Use the lessons learned to evolve. Even in times of feeling overwhelmed, you have the power to shape your journey and define who you become.
Neglecting our emotions has serious consequences. By suppressing feelings, we risk health issues, especially gastrointestinal problems, along with increased anxiety and depression. Turning to substances like alcohol or drugs won’t resolve these feelings; it only complicates matters.
For those who find it hard to derive wisdom or feel trapped in their pain, or who resort to substances to escape, working with a therapist like me can be incredibly beneficial. Exploration can uncover insights, leading to wisdom, truth, and healing.
The Roan Mountain community seems filled with caring and empathetic individuals. Although these traits are commendable, they can sometimes lead to
PEACE OF MIND WITH CHRIS
Bouncing Back From Adversity
By Christopher Adams LCSW Licensed Therapist
guilt or neglect of self-care. Release any guilt you may feel when witnessing others in distress. While it’s important to assist those in need, remember to shed the guilt. This guilt assumes blame for the disaster, which is neither yours nor anyone else's.
My encouragement is to prioritize your own worth. Be as kind and forgiving to yourself as you are to those you cherish. Also, practice gratitude daily. Identify something to be thankful for each day and express that appreciation. Focusing on life’s beauty can help us overcome hardships and ground us in grace.
Experiencing anger after our losses or witnessing others’ suffering post-hurricane is also completely natural. It’s acceptable to feel this way. When you’re ready, channel that anger into making changes. Use it as motivation to pursue something positive. Harness the anger to create something meaningful and transformative.
If you encounter challenges that seem illogical and hard to understand, seek guidance from the Bible. For instance, Proverbs 3:5 states, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." Many aspects of life defy explanation.
Experiencing a range of emotions at different times is normal. Acknowledge your feelings, and when you are ready, let them guide you toward wisdom and positive change. Resist becoming overwhelmed by your emotions; remember that challenges can spur transformation. The improvement journey can be difficult, and we may sometimes feel lost or stuck. My hope for the Roan Mountain community is that everyone discovers strength and wisdom, even amid adversity after Hurricane Helene. I would be honored to support those looking to navigate these challenges or others.
Sincerely, Chris
Music Spotlight: Mark Henes
By Ericka Hughes
The first time Mark Henes took the stage at The Station at 19E, he was wearing an orange beanie, guitar in hand, singing Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire— during a karaoke night. It wasn’t the beanie that stood out—it was him. Some musicians play songs. Mark brings them to life. He doesn’t just perform music. He becomes it.
Where Music Lives
Henes hails from Nashville, a city brimming with musicians. But he didn’t follow the usual path. While many artists start out covering other people’s songs, Mark walked onto the stage with his own. That decision says everything about who he is—no shortcuts, no imitations. Just honest, real music.
To Mark, instruments aren’t tools; they’re extensions of who he is. Guitar, piano, banjo—he plays them all. But one instrument, he says, belongs to everyone. “A person’s voice is an instrument too.” And when he speaks, sings, or strums a chord—you hear it.
Mark’s music has taken him far and wide. He loves performing in Nashville, but small towns hold a special place in his heart. There’s something about the personal feel, the chance to walk the streets, shake hands, and make real connections.
“I love meeting people,” he said.
Every Show Is A Conversation
It’s more than introductions. It’s reading the crowd, picking up on their energy, and finding what will resonate. Every audience is different. Every night is a new challenge.
He usually opens a set with something familiar—a cover that draws people in. Once he’s got them listening, that’s when he offers his own songs.
During our interview, locals wandered into the room—one by one. No one was in a rush. The energy Mark gives off is earnest and inviting. Conversations sparked, stretched, and wove together. Mark welcomed each person—not as fans, but as people. As friends. As Mark puts it, “I don’t have fans, I have friends.”
If someone mentioned a song, he played it. No hesitation. No ego. Just music—offered freely.
A Room That Listened Differently
On March 9, 2025, he returned to The Station— this time for a full performance. From the first note, the crowd was clapping, singing along, fully in the moment. He shifted between covers and originals with ease. And when someone requested one of his songs, the room grew quiet. People listened differently. His originals didn’t just hold the crowd’s attention—they
stood out.
That connection defines everything he does, including his online lessons in piano, guitar, voice, and songwriting. He’s not just teaching chords—he’s helping people find their sound.
That same spirit is in every song. His music isn’t about impressing. It’s about reaching people. That’s what makes his live performance, Heartstrings and Highways, recorded at SIR Studios in Nashville, so compelling. It features tracks from Crystallized Reflections, including Ghost Train, I Pray I Pray, The Underground, Arm Full of Roses, and Tennessee Hills. Together, they move through love, longing, and the miles in between.
One of his earliest songs, Mr. Blue Corn, is like looking at a painting. The meaning feels personal— but it also invites reflection. It doesn’t explain itself. It lingers. It makes you think. It stays with you.
A Mountain Worth Returning To
His recent performance marked his first visit to Roan Mountain, and he spoke about the experience with genuine admiration. From the scenic beauty of Roan Mountain State Park to the folks he met, to the wings at Highlander Barbecue, which he calls “some of the best he’s had,” the connection was instant.
But he’s not done with Roan Mountain just yet. On May 10 at 7:30 p.m., Mark returns to The Station at 19E to open for Jazz Funk Adventure. Another night. Another stage. Another chance to turn strangers into friends—because that’s what he does.
For those looking to follow his music or catch a show, updates can be found at www.markhenes.com.
Mark onstage at The Station during his last performance there. Catch him again on May 10.
Photo by Ericka Hughes
A Champion on the Rise ZEROED IN
By Ericka Hughes
Ashlyn Blake is carving out her place in collegiate rifle history. Daughter of Craig and Tracy Blake, who own Doe River Landing, this young woman is a rising talent on the West Virginia University rifle team.
Ashlyn has already made a name for herself with a string of impressive achievements. In 2025, she claimed the bronze medal in air rifle at the NCAA National Championships and was named both the Great America Rifle Conference Rookie of the Year and the Collegiate Rifle Coaches Association Rookie of the Year. In 2024, she also earned a silver medal at the Junior Olympics for U18 Smallbore.
Her journey into competitive shooting began just before she turned 13. “Once I shot,” she recalls, “I said, ‘This is fun. I really like this.’” That first experience quickly grew into a passion, and Ashlyn never looked back. She credits her father, Craig, for the reason she got involved in the sport. He competed for St. John’s University in the 1980s and qualified for the NCAA National Championship four times. “My dad definitely inspired me,” she said.
Ashlyn now competes for West Virginia University, home to one of the most successful NCAA rifle programs in the country. With a tradition of national titles and Olympic-caliber athletes, WVU has set the bar high, and Ashlyn is proudly adding to that legacy. Before each match, she follows a personal ritual: arrive early, listen to music, and clear her mind. “My heart rate, concentration, and confidence all need to be in check,” she explains.
When asked what advice she would give to someone who’s never picked up a rifle, she offers something practical: “Spend time to make sure to have solid position and always check you NPA. Then take it one shot at a time and have confidence in yourself ”
Outside the range, Ashlyn enjoys spending time in nature, hiking and camping. She also used to ski race competitively and still carries a deep love for the sport. That background in athletics shows in her focus, resilience, and calm under pressure.
She keeps a simple motto close to her heart: “Shoot straight.” And for anyone inspired by her journey or aiming to pursue a path of their own, Ashlyn leaves them with this:
“Nothing is impossible!"
Ashlyn with her third place bronze air rifle trophy.
Ashlyn holding her team's NCAA National Championship trophy, with her parents Craig and Tracy.
Ashlyn (back row, third from left) with her NCAA techampionship team.
April Surprises
A Short Story by Diana Tolley
Birds sang outside of windows in need of a good cleaning, and as she stretched, long and tall, young Ella Wilson could almost smell the sunshine. She jumped up and ran out of her room to open the front door of the house she lived in with her parents. Sunlight streamed through the doorway in warm beams, providing the best venue for dancing dust motes. Today was gonna’ be spring cleaning day and Mama had a list of chores a mile long. Ella didn’t mind though, she loved the smell of all that freshness after they were done. Could there be anything better than springtime in the mountains? The winter had been long, hard and cold, and everyone in upper East Tennessee was happy to see it gone. After all, it was a new year and April of 1951 was gonna be better. Ella just knew it.
After a rib-stickin’ breakfast of fried eggs with gravy and biscuits, Ella and her mama started in on the kitchen. It didn’t take long as that was the most used and frequently cleaned room in the house. But windows and walls were a must. It took the two of them a full hour to carry out the ashes from the wood cook stove, sweep, mop and wax the floors and wash down everything with the apple cider vinegar they’d made last fall. Mama always said it killed anything that didn’t need to be around and freshened the things that were welcome. Ella didn’t have a doubt as her eyes watered from the fermented liquid.
After they finished the kitchen, Ella went for the bed linens. Mama helped her put them into the old galvanized washtub outside and start them on to boil with some homemade soap flakes. Wiping sweat, mama went inside to tackle the bedroom walls and baseboards while Ella took the quilts outside and spread them over the clothesline in the sun. They wouldn’t be needing them anymore until fall so a good beatin’ would make for better storage.
As the young girl beat at the heavy covers, she heard a whistle from across the way. Old Buck Mountain road wasn’t much for riding or walking travelers in the middle of the week but Saturdays and Sundays were the exception. Folks got out to visit and check on their neighbors on those days.
Ella shaded her eyes with her hand as the whistle sounded again. Old man Johnson from up the way waved at her as his ancient mule, Selma, plodded along. She waved back before turning to beat the quilts a few more times.
As she made her way back around to the side of the house, she noticed the fire her mama had built burned steadily. The water and sheets inside steamed happily with a few soap bubbles raising up. Ella picked up the old wooden laundry paddle and began stirring the sheets. A cool breeze swept the damp tendrils from the back of her neck and she smiled. The sunshine and fresh air felt so good after the long winter months.
Mama called from the porch, “Honey, let the fire die down now and come eat some dinner. We’ll transfer them soon.” Laying her paddle across the rock wall, the young girl headed toward the front porch. She sure hoped they’d be havin’ some of Mama’s strawberry preserves with leftover breakfast biscuits. That was her favorite midday meal. Ella wiped her hands down the sides of her dress and opened the door to hear voices in the back of the house. As she followed the laughter, she wondered who was there to visit and how in the world she had missed their arrival.
Miz Dorothy from church sat at the table with Mama, sipping coffee and laughing about some tale or other. She looked Ella’s way and held out her arms.
“My goodness what a fine helper you are, Ella!” she said as she hugged the girl. “Your mama says you’ve been workin’ away like nobody’s business this morning! She’s teaching you right honey. You keep up the good work and one day you’ll have a right proper home of your own.”
Miz Dorothy was Ella’s Sunday School teacher and always had a lot to say. That was okay, though. Ella loved her Bible stories and she always made them little treats for Sundays.
The three of them sat at the table, sharing slices of thick fatback pork that mama had fried up, nice and crispy, with warmed up biscuits, strawberry preserves, slices of onion from the root cellar and good old buttermilk. Mama sure knew how to feed a body.
The back door swung open and in walked her big, tall daddy. Ella knew that most children thought their fathers were heroes, but in her eyes, Daddy was the most handsome, strongest and kindest
hero of them all. She quickly jumped up and ran to him. “Dad! Where’d ya go so early this mornin’?” She asked as he caught her in midair, pulling her up into his big, muscular arms. “Well, now,” he said, then bent over to kiss mama on the forehead before shaking hands with Ms. Dorothy. “I reckon that’s a surprise for after we eat us a bite.”
Ella leaned over his shoulder to look out the door to see if she could spot anything. Daddy just laughed and carried her over to the table as Mama got up to fetch him a plate and a glass of buttermilk. They all sat down again and waited while he asked the blessing over the food. Then he piled meat and bread and onions on his plate before speaking.
“I went over to see Jess Montgomery a little while. His back has been actin’ up and I knew he’s been needin’ a little help with his farm. So I fed all the livestock, let the cows and horses out to pasture. Mucked out his barn; looked like it needed it. I done some other chores and, bless him, it tickled him to death. Jake Johnson and his boy is gonna go help this evening. Some other fellars from the church are gonna help me take it turn about.” He drank half his milk before digging in.
“My goodness, Rob,” Miz Dorothy said. “That was awful good of you and the church men to pitch in. I hadn’t heard he was down in his back. I’ll get a food chain going. Since his wife passed last year, I know he’d enjoy some home cookin.”
“Well,” said Daddy. “That’s what neighbors is supposed to do; help one another. If ya see a need, pitch right in and take care of whatever needs doin’.” Mama agreed and immediately offered to send supper that evening. Ella remembered what Papaw Wilson had always said, “You have to love your neighbors like yourself. That’s what the good Lord would have us do. And let me tell you, ya can’t outdo the Lord. He will always bless you for being good to other people.” Papaw had been a preacher and Ella was sure he knew just what he’d been talkin’ about. The conversation continued and the ladies made a list of folks to contact. Daddy said he’d let them know to pass the word.
Ella kept leaning over to peak out the door but she couldn’t see a thing from where she was sitting. When Daddy had cleaned his plate, he leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach. “That was mighty fine, darlin’. Much appreciated. Thank you.” Mama smiled and offered Miz Dorothy something more but she was full. The ladies began clearing the table and daddy looked down at his girl, stretching her neck this way and that to look outside. “I reckon we’re dismissed from the table. Wanna go take a look at what I got in the wagon?” Ella jumped up and
danced in place with excitement. He took his daughter’s hand and motioned for the other two to follow. The big farm wagon was backed up to the corn crib with Big Joe, the mule, still hitched, munching on new, sweet sprigs of grass in the yard. Daddy patted him as they passed by.
Ella heard it before daddy picked her up and swung her into the bed of the wagon. “Ohhhhh!” She exclaimed. Tied up to a slat sat two of the sweetest little piglets she’d ever seen! One was black and white, the other was pink and white and they both squealed in delight when she got down on her knees in front of them. They looked to be about six weeks old.
“Oh, Mama! Come look! It’s two little March pigs!” She gathered the pink one to her and it wriggled wildly. The adults smiled widely at the sight of the little girl playing with the little critters. The pure joy on her face was a sight to behold.
“Where on earth, Rob? We couldn’t afford one right now, let alone two,” Mama said, but she was smiling.
“Well now, seems like Jess’s sow had a big litter and he wasn’t needin’ all of them. I offered to pay him for one along as I could, and he just shook his head. Told me he reckoned neighbors helped one another. Said I had more mouths to feed at home and he appreciated all the help with the work, arranging for the church men to come by til he was up and about. So he gave me the one. Then he said, ‘Seems like little Miss Ella might be needin’ one of her own, cause she was always kind to an old man.’ So one of ‘em is yours Ell. Take your pick.”
Ella’s mouth dropped open before she was tackled by the little pink porker. “A piglet of my very own?” She couldn’t believe her ears. Mr. Montgomery was the best and she’d have to make him a thank you gift. “This is great, Daddy! Mama, did ya hear?”
Both the ladies laughed. “Mighty nice,” replied Miz Dorothy.
“I reckon Lil Pink, here, chose me.” Ella said as she sat up. “She’s a girl, right Daddy?”
“Yes’m,” he replied. “The other is a boy so I’m guessin’ we might even have some piglets of our own one day.” Joy once again made the little girl’s heart swell.
After a bit, the women folk headed back in and Ella went back to her chores, with a promise from her dad that she could play with her new friend after she was done.
Looking up from hanging the now rinsed and wrung linens on the clothes lines, Ella heard her daddy working on the new pig pen. What a great day it had been all around. Fresh, clean house, sunshine and new pigs. Yes, sir. Springtime was definitely the very best season of all!
What’s Going On ...
April & May Events
Miscellaneous
4/12-13 Annual Spring Boot Drive
Fire Station 1 8478 Hwy 19E
Drop a donation in a fireman's boot on your way by to help raise funds for our fantastic volunteer fire department!
Tuesday Night Darts
Every Tuesday, 7 pm
The Appalachian Station at 19E 9367 Hwy 19E (423) 732-0450
Music
Concerts - The Appalachian Station at 19E
All shows start at 7:30 9367 Hwy 19E (423) 732-0450
4/17 Wright Gatewood Concert
4/19 BIRTHMARK, opened by Bryan Bielanski (event listed on Facebook)
4/26 Ada Khoury Band (event listed on Facebook)
5/3 Rick Strater
5/10 Jazz Funk Adventure, opened by Mark Henes (event listed on Facebook)
4/19 Restring and Recycle
9 am MacFadden Guitars
107 Sugar Hollow Ridge Road Grand reopening! Bring your guitar for a restring ($20) and we'll recycle your old strings. Refreshments all day.
Karaoke with Jesse
Every Friday 7 pm to 11 pm
The Appalachian Station at 19E 9367 Hwy 19E (423) 732-0450
Check Facebook for theme nights.
Saturday Music Circle
Every Saturday 3 pm to 5 pm
The Appalachian Station at 19E 9367 Hwy 19E (423) 732-0450
All are welcome!
Faith Based
Easter Sunrise Services Sunday, April 20
Magill Memorial Church 6:30 am Breakfast to follow 296 Hwy 143
Lower Shell Creek Christian
7 am Breakfast to follow 8726 Hwy 19-E
Morgan Branch Church
7 am Breakfast to follow
302 Morgan Branch Road
First Baptist Church
7 am Breakfast to follow 8498 Hwy 19-E
Arts & Crafts
4/13 Crochet Class
3 pm The Appalachian Station at 19E 9367 Hwy 19E (423) 732-0450
Join us as we learn the craft of crochet. Bring your own hooks & yarn. (event listed on Facebook)
Outdoors
4/14 Mushroom March
5 pm RM State Park (888) 867-2757
Half mile hike while learning about the amazing mysteries of fungi. Must register. Event listed on Facebook.
4/23 Doe River Restoration
10 am RM State Park Shelter 3 (888) 867-2757
Help clean up hurricane debris from the Doe River near the campground and Tom Gray trail. Event listed on Facebook.
5/2 Garlic Mustard Pull
7 am Elks Lodge 1015 Hwy 143 (888) 867-2757
Ages 4 - 14. Registration begins at 7, tournament at 9. Must register. Event listed on Facebook.
5/10 Youth Trout Tournament
7 am Elks Lodge 1015 Hwy 143
Ages 4 - 14. Registration begins at 7, tournament at 9. Must register. Event listed on Facebook.
To have your events included, send to: amy@roanmountainmagazine.com
THE LAST WORD
Fishing with Grandpa
By Noah Blair
With the temperatures continuing to rise and the sun becoming a frequent neighbor in the sky, my mind goes to something I’ve done with my Grandfather since I was old enough to walk: trout fishing. I was raised on it, and most of my earliest memories are connected to old Zebco 33s, Dr. Enuf, and Nightcrawlers.
Now, some two decades later, I still get excited as I put the poles in the truck. I’m always transported back to when my grandfather’s grey Nissan pickup pulled into my parent’s driveway the first time I was “big enough” to join him on his fishing trip. I can still remember riding in the truck, asking questions at an unanswerable pace while almost vibrating out of my seat with excitement.
A fishing trip meant a preemptive gas station stop and that meant all the best snacks and Dr. Enufs that my parents would never buy me. But Grandpa’s do, if for no other reason than they can. After the gas station we would head towards the honey hole’s that were found by persistent and experienced fisherman like my grandfather.
Once we arrived, the process began with him prepping my rod and reel with hooks, sinkers and bait. Once mine was completed he would repeat the process on his own rod and reel. Then he would grab the 5-gallon bucket that doubled as a fishing tackle holder and cooler for the drinks and snacks previously picked up at the gas station, grab my hand, and we would get set up on the bank.
He always gave me the opportunity to cast first, wherever I wanted to cast it. He would patiently wait until my line was exactly where I wanted it before he would cast. When both lines were in the water and we were settled, he always lit a cigarette to celebrate the opportunity to be by the river with each other and do something we both loved to do. While I dislike the
cigarette and its effects on my grandfather’s health, I did agree that the occasion was worthy of being celebrated. There are too few instances where a grandfather and grandson both find peace and fulfillment from the same things.
We would sit by the river and cast our lines until we either found the fish or had exhausted all the little tricks he had stored away for those particularly tough days.
The day would pass quickly and before I knew it, I would hear the same line I’ve heard every time we’ve been privileged enough to fish together. “Son, let’s head back. Your mamaw will be worrying about us if we don’t make it back in time for supper.” Which really meant ‘I’m hungry and want to make sure Mamaw’s pork chops are hot off the stove when I get there.’
As we rode back from the day’s adventure we would argue over who caught the most fish or who’s fish was bigger or if a certain fish was worth more points than another. And like most fishermen, most of it was lies.
When we arrived back at my house it was the usual routine of him helping me lug my stuff to the door and him listening to me tell anyone who would listen about the day’s adventures. He would always give me a hug and tell me he loved me, and before he would close the truck door he would always make a point of thanking me for going with him.
I often wondered why he would thank me for going when I felt as if I were the one that owed him the appreciation. But now that I am older, I understand.
Just like that, I’m back putting the poles in my own truck. The best part though, is now I get to go pull up to his house and take him with me. The only thing that’s changed in our process is that now, at the end of the day before I shut my truck door, I thank him for going with me.
Remember, Jesus loves you!
The next generation, Noah's daughter, fishing with Grandpa. Photos by Noah Blair
