Last September, the Signal Mountain Community Guild (SMCG) leadership shared concerns about the direction and future of the Guild. Since then, SMCG has reached out to membership for input, reviewed the results of a membership survey, and met with members who voiced concerns for the organization’s future. Based on the feedback received, it was concluded that there are not enough participants willing to take on leadership roles to continue this organization. SMCG is, therefore, set to dissolve at the end of May 2026.

Among a small group of membership, there was a clear desire to continue some social aspects of the Guild, such as lunches, dinners, book club and craft events in which mountain women could get together with friends and newcomers for conversation and connection. Along those lines, a few members have proposed establishing a “Mountain Neighbors and Newcomers” social media group where dates and events could be communicated to those interested. In the next few months, SMCG will contact those on its current member email list to notify them of any new social media pages and determine who would like to be included on a future email list to receive notifications or invitations for events from this new group. Only those indicating permission will be included on future communications.

Guild Room Furnishings
If you’ve ever had the opportunity to visit the Guild Room at Signal Mountain City Hall, you know how nicely it’s been decorated and maintained. Many of the quality furnishings and any usable supplies will be offered to the general public for sale, with a tentative sale date of May 2. A confirmed date, as well as photos of furnishings offered, will be posted on our website www.smcguild.org and SMCG’s social media pages (Facebook: Smc Guild, and Instagram: @smc.guild) sometime this month.

The Dogwood Luncheon
SMCG’s biggest social event, the Dogwood Luncheon, will not be held in 2026. However, there has been interest from the Walden’s Ridge Guild (WRG) in taking over this event, with special emphasis on honoring the Woman of the Year. If this event is adopted by WRG, the Dogwood Luncheon will be reinstated in 2027 under the WRG organization.

Joining the Walden’s Ridge Guild
While WRG considers taking on the Dogwood Luncheon, members would also like to invite all current and past members of SMCG (as well as all women within the 37377 zip code) to join their Guild. As with SMCG, there are no membership dues. Recently, a number of SMCG’s members attended one or two WRG meetings and can attest to a lovely, welcoming, and fun group of women. WRG has been in existence for almost 70 years and has supported the welfare of the residents of Walden’s Ridge in a myriad of ways. It is currently an ongoing supporter of Walden’s Ridge Emergency Services and the Bachman-McCoy House. In recent years, WRG has held china sales to benefit McCoy Farms and Gardens, raised funds through annual commemorative ornament sales, and provided planning and volunteers for some of the various events held at McCoy. You can learn more about WRG, including upcoming meetings, by following them on Facebook at Walden’s Ridge Guild.

SMCG - A Retrospective
For nearly 100 years the Signal Mountain Community Guild (SMCG) has warmly welcomed newcomers, provided volunteer and financial support to local organizations, hosted community events, and generally served as a cohesive force in the Signal Mountain community. The Guild first organized as the Women’s Community Guild on June 6, 1928, with 13 members and changed the name at the November meeting that same year.

Following its organization, the women of SMCG began serving the community by fundraising and helping to support a number of groups that existed on the mountain during the first half of the 20th century including the Bonny Oaks School, the Crittenton Home, and the Vine Street Orphanage. In addition, these industrious women formed welfare groups to assist families in need on Walden’s Ridge. They taught women how to cultivate vegetable gardens and can and preserve produce, ran a bureau for the sale of surplus produce, created a clearinghouse for jobs, provided transportation for visits to doctors and hospitals, and raised funds to offer educational assistance to children. The current Signal Mountain Social Services (SMSS) organization evolved from these efforts.

Beginning in the early 1940s, Guild members, in collaboration with local garden clubs, helped to enhance the natural beauty of the mountain by planting thousands of dogwoods, red buds, and flowering shrubs. SMCG also donated funds toward the construction of public outdoor spaces including the pavilion at Althaus Park, the Pumpkin Patch, and other area parks.

The Guild sponsored the Dogwood Luncheon, which culminated in the month-long Annual Dogwood Festival on Signal Mountain every April. The luncheon served as the forum for the presentation of the local Woman of the Year, an award SMCG instituted in 1969.

In more recent years, the luncheon became the primary fundraising event for SMCG. Funds raised at the luncheon have been granted to local service and educational groups including SMSS, Walden’s Ridge Emergency Services, the Mountain Education Foundation, Bachman Community Center, and the Lone Oak Clinic and Community Center. In addition, SMCG awarded a $1,000-$1,500 scholarship to be used by the recipient towards his or her continuing education at an accredited institution.

Guild meetings were held in members’ homes until the Signal Mountain Family Center and Town Hall complex were completed in 1979, which included the construction of the Guild Room. Over the years, the room served as a meeting place not only for the Guild but for other cultural organizations as well.

SMCG began raising money for the creation of a Guild room in the early 1950s with fundraising efforts that included benefit bridge parties, participation in the Labor Day Barbecue with the Lions Club, and the sale of maps of Signal Mountain and the Signal Mountain directory. The publication of the Signal Mountain Phone Book served as a major Guild fundraiser for over 60 years. The Guild published the last directory in 2019 due to a dwindling demand and lack of desire to be included in printed phone listings.

Just as the demand for printed materials has faded with technological advances and cultural shifts, the desire for organized women’s civic groups is also on the decline - particularly among younger generations. Therefore, the current leadership recognizes that the time has come to say farewell to this venerable civic organization. SMCG has successfully served its initial purpose to provide “community enrichment and (preserve) human and natural resources ...” for Signal Mountain inhabitants. Many thanks to all the women of the Signal Mountain Community Guild who worked tirelessly to achieve this purpose over the past 98 years.
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by Jennifer Ricci and Kathy Peeples

Finally spring has officially sprung in Signal Mountain as of March 20, known as the Spring Equinox. Other “springs” follow right behind: Spring Break, Spring Fever, Spring Training Camp ...
In other words, it’s time to spring outdoors.
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The annual Spring Tree Giveaway in Signal Mountain is April 4. The Signal Mountain Tree Board provides persimmon, white oak, bald cypress, and Shumard oak whips from the Tennessee Division of Forestry this year. Signal Mountain qualifies for this program as a Tree City USA, one of around 4,000 cities/towns in the United States and has for sixteen years.

Did you know? The forestry term “whips” refers to the slender, unbranched shoots or plants that are 1-3 years old?

Did you miss this year’s giveaway? There will be another Tree Board tree giveaway in the fall. Last year it was red maple saplings, provided by Luke Holliday, certified arborist from Bartlett Tree Experts.

It’s easy to get accustomed to the trees surrounding us and forget what all they offer. Have you stopped by Signal Point recently and just appreciated the trees?

Did you know? In 2010 Signal Mountain had a 73.5 percent tree canopy, according to a report by the Tennessee Department of Agriculture. Tennessee as a whole had a 53 percent tree canopy. Compare that to a state like Nebraska with 3 percent. However, keep in mind that was 16 years ago. SM Tree Board member Jordan Gianos points out that i-Tree online, funded until recently by the U.S. Forestry Service, today shows a tree canopy of about 65 percent in Signal Mountain.

A tree canopy is usually measured as a percentage of land area covered by tree crowns (the entire top portion).

Looking to the future, the Signal Mountain Town Council - joining many other towns and cities - passed an ordinance in 2024 directing only native trees and plants be placed on town-owned property. Why is that? Native plants and trees are adapted to local climate and soil conditions, thus minimizing maintenance costs and, aside from non-native invasions, the need for chemical applications.

Did you know? A recommended species list is on the town website for residents wanting to go native, too. See under Town Council & Boards/Tree Board at signalmountaintn.gov.

Interesting fact: Oak trees support the highest number of caterpillar species of any plant on the East Coast. Caterpillars equal good.

For the town, eradicating non-native invasive trees and plants is a goal as well as replanting with the all-important natives. Common invasives include kudzu, Bradford pear trees, nandina, privet, English ivy, multiflora rose, liriope and vinca. There’s more. What’s in your yard?

Meanwhile a major skirmish is ongoing in Signal Mountain. Human versus the invasive hemlock wooly adelgid (HWA) insect.

Hemlocks are a keystone tree in significant danger from this insect, which was unfortunately imported to this country. The hemlocks require active insecticide treatment (or the release of predatory beetles) to survive.
What is a keystone tree? It’s a native tree that plays a critical role in support of the local ecosystem. Think Rainbow Lake Trail, Patten Park between Green Gorge and Ravine Drive, and the woods at McCoy Farm, besides private residences throughout the area.

Left untreated, an infested hemlock tree will probably die within five years. The SM Tree Board began the effort to save the hemlocks in Signal in 2013. The board provided the first privately funded predator beetle release in the state at Rainbow Lake. In 2014 one thousand Laricobius negrinis were released at a cost of $3 per beetle, with funds donated by citizens.

Did you know? Two heroes from the Signal Mountain area are environmentalist and long-time SMTB member Barbara Womack and Rob Richie, head of the Hemlock Conservation Task Force, who continue to tirelessly volunteer to use the insecticide treatment to save the trees in the area.

Some good news: Did you know an approximately 289-year-old Tennessee state tree lives in Lena Givens Park and is designated a Landmark Tree by the town council? This tulip poplar has survived various wall and road constructions besides human interventions around it in its long history. (And, if you didn’t know, Lena Givens was a conservationist and president of the Garden Club of Signal Mountain in 1948.) The park is at the intersection of Ridgeway and Mississippi avenues, near James Park, across from CVC. Look for the colorfully lettered sign for the tree.

Landmark trees were listed when the SM Tree Board sponsored the Centennial Tree Program in 2019 during the search for trees that were growing at the town’s founding in 1919. An oak tree in Old Town on private property was also named the oldest along with the town’s tulip poplar.   

Did you know an outside visit to the MACC, 809 Kentucky Ave., is well worth it? Tucked away in a corner of the landscape is the Children’s Teaching Garden, funded by a grant from the Hamilton County Department of Health in 2024. With a focus on promoting healthy eating habits, it demonstrates to children where good-for-you food originates. The garden also serves as a resource for educators and is available for summer camps, homeschool groups, and preschool activities.

Did you know? The teaching garden isn’t just for children. SMTB member Paige Taylor pointed out that adults can utilize the garden library to read a nature-related book to their children/grandchildren while enjoying the garden. Then they might plant a seed at the potting shed to take home and watch grow.

Did you know the garden’s custom birdbath was crafted by former SMTB member Jennifer Boyd at the MACC pottery studio?

If you would like to help maintain the garden, email the SM Tree Board at [email protected].
While outside at the MACC, don’t miss the pollinator garden installed in 2021 by the Garden Club of Signal Mountain, with Diane Ryder as president. It’s dedicated to attracting bees, butterflies, and other beneficial insects. And keep in mind, a garden is always a work in progress.

Have you been in Signal Mountain Town Hall in a while? If you happen to be there, take a look at the posters for the annual Arbor Day observance in October by fifth-graders at Signal Mountain grade schools. Among the heroes helping fifth-graders plant trees at each of the three grade schools for 2025 Arbor Day was SMTB ex-officio member Joe Horton, who explained the importance of the steps of planting. However, it takes a village: Heroes from Signal Mountain Public Works dug those large holes and EPB’s Ryne Frazier provided the trees.

McCoy Farm is down the road a bit on Taft Highway or Ridgeway (Taft for the broader highway designation and Ridgeway Avenue for the residential section), aka as just Highway 127 for the annual yard sale folk in August.

At McCoy Farm there are honeybees. According to beekeeper Mary Aho, the bees are there year-around, but the hives aren’t opened until the temperatures are consistently above 50 degrees F. (usually in March). Once it’s warmer, observers may find early afternoon to early evening the most active period for bee foragers returning home. The hives can be observed safely from a short distance, but standing directly in front of the entrance should be avoided so the bees have a clear flight path, Aho said.

Did you know? Honeybees aren’t actually native to North America, however; they were introduced sometime around the 1600s. Native Americans with a sweet tooth primarily had wild berries or syrup from maple trees.

Not far from the bees at McCoy Farm is a three-bed pollinator garden that features native perennial species. Honeybees, butterflies, pretty flowers … what is not to like?

According to Melissa Nimon, executive director of McCoy Farm and Gardens, there are 72 identified tree species there.

Did you know many of the trees along the trails at McCoy have signage indicating both their common and scientific name plus area/country of origin? It’s a mixed bag of native and non-native and fun to find differences.

Strong as oaks, busy as bees, pretty like blossoms in spring. It’s all around Signal Mountain.
Do you know your part in all of this?

Reach out to [email protected] for questions and comments.
by Judith Pierson

Fentanyl is a Schedule II controlled substance that is similar to morphine but about 100 times more potent. Under the supervision of a licensed medical professional, this drug has a legitimate medical use.

Illicit fentanyl, primarily manufactured in foreign clandestine labs and smuggled into the United States through Mexico, is being distributed across the country and sold on the illegal drug market. Because of its potency and low cost, drug dealers have been mixing fentanyl with other drugs including heroin, methamphetamine, and cocaine, increasing the likelihood of a fatal interaction.

This drug is a killer, and is common in drugs or medications bought illegally, from heroin to Adderall. And there is no leeway with it. Fentanyl kills 200 people a day.

Charlotte Gallant was a natural beauty. Blue-eyed with dark hair, eye cheekbones and a dimple, she had the kind of face you see in beauty magazines.

Charlotte grew up on Signal Mountain, attending Thrasher Elementary and SMMHS. She loved music, animals and binge-watching Netflix. Athletic, she played recreational soccer, basketball and softball. She swam for the Green Giants and was on the diving team her sophomore year of high school. She took to the stage at the Signal Mountain Playhouse, performing there for two summers, and took horseback riding lessons, as well.

Two cross country family trips were highpoints for both her and her parents, Leah and Thomas Gallant and her siblings Taylor, Clay and Greyson.

A happy little girl, she had the idyllic childhood, planning to get married one day and live on a farm. But she said she would never let her kids get on social media. Clearly social media took its toll on this beautiful girl.
In middle school and high school, Charlotte began to spend hours on her make up, although she didn’t need any of it. Did she not think she was pretty enough? She began to struggle in school. Her mom said she was bullied. She had her own style, and wore baggy sweatshirts with bands on them and loved to make videos of herself. The former sunny little girl was rarely happy anymore and began having difficulty with her schoolwork. Her grades were an issue, and graduation was a team effort; but she graduated.

Leah warned her daughter about street drugs, knowing about the fentanyl epidemic. Charlotte scoffed, telling her a fentanyl overdose would never happen to her.

“She thought she was invincible,” Leah said.

Charlotte chose to take a gap year after graduation. After several months, she decided to take classes at Chattanooga State and was planning to enroll. Her parents were hopeful their beautiful girl’s struggle was coming to an end and she was starting a new chapter, one that was happy and hopeful and full of good things.

However, her boyfriend found a drug dealer on the Telegram app who was selling ketamine. Unbeknownst to them, the drug was fentanyl. It was not ketamine laced with fentanyl; it was 100% pure fentanyl but there was no way for anyone to know. The pills look like something your doctor would prescribe.

Charlotte died from the dose she took, and her boyfriend was left physically disabled.

The drug dealers are behind bars, but that is no consolation for the death of this beautiful young woman.
“Please look at her, please remember her. One of my biggest fears is that she will be forgotten,” Leah said.
In her beautiful daughter’s honor and memory, Leah is on a mission to educate the community and beyond about this heinous drug. She is organizing a march, Sweet Charlotte’s Firecracker Run, a one-mile run before the traditional Fourth of July parade on Signal Mountain.
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by Ferris Robinson

Looking across the room at all of the talent before me, I began to wonder how such a community exists. Each artist promotes one another in a heap of warmth as they stand up courageously to share their wisdom and thoughts. I took a seat near the back to not disturb the commitments and drifted into the words of our local creatives. Many stood bravely at the microphone and spilled their fears and hopes. Some poets brought a darker take on our reality, while others found the whimsy of our world. I was happy to see some old faces as well as new voices. The mix of community and art is always welcoming, and I had a fantastic time listening. As each poet read their works, I immersed myself into their lyrics and fell heavily into each one.

The Poetry and Spoken Word evenings are hosted by Wandering Poetry People each Tuesday night from 7-9 p.m. at the Chattanooga Brewing Company. The information can be found on the Facebook group, Wandering Poetry People. This was my second appearance, and I plan to make many more. After some laughter, clapping, and snapping, my friend Sophia Rowe gathered her bravery and walked up to the mic. She shared a picturesque poem about nature and friendship. It was a hit, and she was very happy to have mustered up the strength.

Encouraged, I stood from my chair and decided on a whim to present a poem of my own. Reading there at the mic was nerve-racking and I feared I was shaking. I tried to read slowly and steadily, as the room was quiet, but full. The experience was thrilling and terrifying. Sharing my inner thoughts with the room in front of me, I even forgot to share my name. But the happiness and encouragement I received after shook all my nerves away. Everyone was very kind and welcoming. The community welcomed me with open arms and sparked my passions more than I thought possible.

I used to have trouble with poetry. I hated writing it, reading it was a pain, and dissecting it was too much. But recently I fell in love with the smooth rhythm of spoken words, the ones in which you are left wondering about your perceptions. I started to dive a bit more into poetry after my first open mic attendance. I learned to love the freedom of the writing, with no rules to weigh the words down.

Similar to poetry, the open mic is open to anything. There are no themes or prompts; you are invited to just read what you want - no matter how silly or serious. There’s not really a method to the madness; when you see a break at the mic, head towards it. I highly encourage any creatives out there to take a chance on their local poets and join us next time.

by Page Jenkins


Big Gray Chair
by Brittany Clements

Even when I’m old
and can’t remember anything else,
I think I’ll still remember
the back and forth motion
of the big gray chair.
 
I’ll remember
the times spent rocking
back and forth, back and forth.
 
Your eyes peeking up at me,
making sure you’re safe,
and your slight smile
as you doze off into dreamland.
 
I’ll remember
the nights spent rocking
back and forth, back and forth.
 
My body glued to the chair,
resisting to put you down and leave you,
despite how exhausted I am.
 
Instead, I stay there with you in my arms,
as we glide together,
back and forth, back and forth.
 
I’ll remember
the afternoons spent rocking
back and forth, back and forth.
 
The sun shining in through the window,
the hustle of the world outside,
while we just sit in that big gray chair,
back and forth, back and forth.
 
Even when I’m old
and can’t remember anything else,
I’ll still remember
the back and forth motion
of that big gray chair. ​


​Impressions Inside/Outside
by Barbara Seals

Inside Merle stands rigid by the wall,
carefully painted face
sadly grim beneath a hennaed wig.
She wears electric-blue high-top Reeboks.
Soon, Merle believes, she will bear the child of God.
A fake-fur seal coat hides her pregnancy.
Holy Merle, bizarre black Theotokos,
life inside a dream is still-born.

I sit beside him and Roland whispers hoarsely,
“I am the Christ.”
Huge albino eyes, pale as winter
tide-pools,
stare at me.
His face is framed by whitest hair,
like soft-spun hoarfrost.
Roland is an arctic Christ, sovereign
of a frozen land,
a chronic schizophrenic.

Schizophrenia is a disease of the brain.
DSM III-R, Axis I: 295

Lucy has a chronic brain disease.
Born to a mother who never wanted her,
raped by an uncle when she was five,
Lucy slipped from her axis when she was sixteen
and dangles in a loveless void.
Did the madness outside somehow creep inside?
Curled now in a corner of the chair,
she pleads with dark voices that berate her
and does not hear me.

On the bench Rebecca smiles at me politely,
her steady gaze, unsettling.
Last year she plucked out her eye to please an angry god.
Her left eye now is made of clear blue glass.
30 mg of Haldol daily have exorcized her demon.
She could live outside,
but Rebecca feels much safer inside.

Outside I gulp cold, sharp air
and watch a hawk circling high above
in sky so blue it burns my eyes.
Reality is a tender, tenuous thread
separating inside from outside.


​Shards of Light
by Jann Sullivan
 
Blinded by the darkness
of night, sleepless and 
alone.   Mind churning with
nothing and everything.  
Pacing the house
 
my eye catches a bowl resting 
on the kitchen table, filled with 
thousands of shards of the
glass I dropped on 
the hard ceramic floor. 
 
If I swallowed them, would the pain 
inside be more real?   Picking it up, 
running outside and tossing them into 
the darkened sky, the shards 
turn into stars
 
that glimmer and fill
the night with cones of light.  
Breathing again,
I see clearly.


Carousel
by Hollie P. Stockman

Life is like a carousel
It has its ups and downs
And may just take you ‘round
Enjoy it while the music still plays
Love, laugh, and embrace the day


​The Right Word
by David Demro

To the kind person
I crossed paths with
at Mabbitt Spring Trail:

when I described
the cold weather
as acceptable,
 
what I really meant to say
was tolerable,
before wandering off
 
seemingly lost
searching for
the right word.