Carol Jean Powers Sims 1941-2019

JOHNSON CITY, Tenn. — Carol Jean Powers Sims, 77, formerly of Warren, died Friday, May 10, 2019, at her home on BearDog Mountain, in northeast Tennessee.

She was born Dec. 24, 1941. Carol Jean wrote her own obituary. No sterile abstract follows — giving dry statistics and minute particulars — instead, a collection of fortunate and blessed experiences, without any of the missteps.

Hawk Sims, my heart and husband, and Mercy May, my dear rescued companion, remain on our Mountain. Those who have gone before: parents, Ralph and Eloise Powers; brother, Leonard Powers; dear friend, Mary Ann Cross; and Don Maniatis, former husband. Today’s family and friends: sister, JM Hagan; Kathy and Jerry, Rick, Nancy, Linda, VJ, Abby and Felix, Mr. Farmerman, April, Amy, David and many others in many states.

With Irish fortitude, hard work and perseverance, I’ve become an avid photographer, published writer, certified master gardener, sharpshooter (yes), environmentalist and intrepid life adventurer. Loved it all! Like Monet, “I must have flowers, always and always,” so my yard, vegetable garden and fine tattoo are filled with them. Of course the wild critters, cursed and cute, dine on them nightly. Bon appetit!

My career began as clerk and ended as executive assistant to the director. (I’d rather been fishing.) Being a member of the American Red Cross Disaster Team was incredibly rewarding, serving in Ohio, Alabama, Mississippi and Puerto Rico. Quite surprised to be welcomed into MENSA in my 40s, I was inspired to earn a degree at Kent State University.

My perpetually struggling Cleveland Browns, The Ohio State Buckeyes, Hawk’s Auburn Tigers, salty margaritas, stacks of good books and walking through a silent wood are the best!

Thumper, my bright red ATV, carried me all over the mountain. We rode in wind, rain and summer sun, stopping often to thank God for the privilege. Wondering about the photo? It’s recent (OK, five years) but untouched, like me. Couldn’t say the same for the hair.

Like Sam McGee I want to be warm, so I’ll be cremated without a dreary funeral. Heck, I’ll be soaring with the ETSU eagles far above BearDog Mountain’s tall pines, and the mountain winds will carry my spirit to places loved most.

Years ago, while keeping vigil beside my dying Mom, the haunting spiritual “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” kept me company throughout a long night. I prayed that chariot would swing real low, and carry her right on up to heaven. If you’re looking for a memorial for me, maybe you could sing that Spiritual — or perhaps plant masses of blue Morning Glories come spring.

In 1863, my young cousin, Lamont, died during a bitter cold Ohio winter. His old-fashioned obituary closes with this quaint sentiment, “He has drifted over into the Summerland.” My plans are to cross the “Rainbow Bridge” then drift over into the Summerland.

One last thing, quoting Muir, “The mountains are calling and I must go.”

Memories and condolences may be made via www.morrisbaker.com.

Morris-Baker Funeral Home and Cremation Services, 2001 E. Oakland Ave., Johnson City, 423-282-1521, is serving the Sims family.

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