A Little About Myself.


    I'm not very good at talking about myself, I never have been. But for you to get to know me, I sort of have to. I’m going to tell you about me. Who I am, where I’m from, and my vision. We might be here for a while, so you might want to go get a snack. I’ll wait for you, snacks are important. Got everything? Great! Here we go.

    I’m from a small town in Eastern Ky, you can probably find it on a map, just gonna take you a while. It’s in Breathitt County, nestled in the Appalachian mountains. Jackson was named after President Andrew Jackson and has a population of around 2,300 people. Every one knows everyone else, and their business. Thats just how small town life is.

    My dad drives a bus and pastors a small Baptist church, my mom is a school teacher at the same grade school I went to (go Tigers!). Growing up I didn’t know it, but we were poor. We didn’t take family vacations like other kids, we grew our own vegetables and raised our own meat. We did the best we could with what we had.

    I spent a good deal of time in the woods, and in the crick. That’s the creek for people outside the mountains, and the stream for the city people. 

    I won’t get into the darker aspects of growing up poor, I want to keep everything lighthearted, but lets just say that I learned to deal with some things from an early age that most kids don’t experience until they lose their first goldfish. That instilled in me a respect for the lives of others, and it gave me an incredibly empathetic spirit. I carry that with me to this day.

    I would like to say that I grew up with some semblance of early maturity, but that would be a dirty, dirty lie. I was a strange child, I was the weird kid in class that didn’t have a lot of friends. I was okay with it though. I liked my own company. 

    Now that that’s out of the way, lets fast forward a bit. Our latest move brought us to Shelbyville Ky, and that was my first time ever going into an antique store. When Brent and me move to a new place, we like to familiarize ourselves with our new town by taking walks. A seemingly ordinary walk we took went by an antique store. Brent suggested we go in an look around. As is my way, I was apprehensive. All I knew of antique stores was that it was going to be filled with old things that we couldn’t afford. That goes back to small town upbringing. 

    We went in, and I was surprised. I could afford some of this stuff! It was some really cool stuff too. We went through every single booth. I was like a kid in a candy store. A whole new world had been opened up to me. 

    We went for a walk at a different time there was a second antique store too, we went in. I had much the same experience. After that, we had a few conversations, and I don’t remember who brought it up first, but Wilderness Trading Co was born. 

    The first item that we bought was a white enamel espresso cup. Yes, it sold.