Local Perspective: Back In The Day Be Entertained In Mt Juliet Community Features Mt Juliet History News by Ray Justice - August 19, 2019August 19, 20190 “Back in the day”…how many times have you said it? How many times have you heard it? It’s a term used when someone reflects to a time when they did something or once felt a certain way. Back in the day, when people respected the lives of one another and genuinely cared how their neighbors felt and how we could make each other’s lives better. I’m reflecting because “back in the day” in Mt. Juliet there were so many people that were influential in making lives better, using the resources available to build a ballpark or simply to take time to help someone in need. As Mt. Juliet has grown we feel like we’ve lost the opportunity to be a “small
Local Perspective – February Community Features Mt Juliet History News by Ray Justice - May 1, 2019May 1, 20190 My entire life has been spent in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. It is a small town established in 1835 and then incorporated as a city in 1972. It’s always been known as a wonderful community to raise a family. I was brought home from St. Thomas Hospital to Mt. Juliet in 1962 and was raised on a small farm consisting of about 17 acres of woods and pasture off of Nonaville Road. Our only pastimes were hunting and fishing in Cedar Creek, catching as many bream and bass as we felt like we could clean. Hunting squirrels, rabbit, and deer were the highlights of our days, and then came the Mt. Juliet Little League in 1968. Our city was
Local Perspective – April Community Features Mt Juliet History News by Ray Justice - April 17, 2019May 1, 20192 written by Ray Justice Growing up in Mt. Juliet most of my memories were of Cedar Creek. Because we didn’t have cell phones and only three TV channels, our fun was what we made it. Our parents felt safe giving us the freedom to grow up and experience life in our little small town. Every day was an adventure if we wanted to make it one and, as I grew older and had children of my own, it scared me to death that my kids would do the things I did. For instance, Nonaville Road was gravel and it was tough to pedal a bicycle to Mr. England’s market on Nonaville Road to get a cold drink or a candy