Just like the plants in springtime, we see the seeds of our creative team’s ideas sprout, bloom and grow into what we proudly present as our Spring/Summer 2017 Kevin’s Catalog. As we look back on the season of preparation for this catalog, we remember and appreciate not only each of our Kevin’s team members’ hard work and dedication to the project, but also the many petals of creation that we have come to see as the equivalent to the wonder and beauty of a flower. If only it was as easy as nature makes it look!
The term “Tweed” was coined quite accidentally in 1826 as the result of a misread label on a shipment of woven wool “Tweels” – the Scots dialect word for twill – from weaver William Watson & Sons of Commercial Road, Hawick, to a London cloth merchant. The word “Tweel” had perhaps not been written clearly on the label but to the merchant “Tweed” made complete sense as these fabrics were chiefly used in those days by gentlemen for shooting and fishing, with the nearby river Tweed being a fashionable destination for such pursuits.
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T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the store,
Kevin’s staff was busy stocking the shelves once more.
The Barbour’s, Beretta’s and Purdey’s were hung,
close to Holland and Holland, the clothing and guns.
Kevin’s Finest was hanging and folded just right,
when everyone headed home Christmas Eve night.
As they locked the front door there arose a great clatter,
the staff called Kevin and Kathleen to see what was the matter.
Away to the store, The Kelly’s drove in a flash,
unlocked the front door and ran in with a dash;
the street lights on Broad gave a warm luminous glow
as they shone like midday on objects below.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear
but a whited bearded old gent, without his reindeer.
A jolly old man all dressed in Red,
they realized it was Santa which made them quite glad.
More focused than lasers, his eyes how the flew,
around the shop twinkling, he knew what to do.
“Shirts, belts, boots and bowties “he cried, “shotguns and more,
My whole list is filled from this wonderful store!”
With frenzy much like the warehouse sale crowd,
Santa moved with great speed as he moved through each aisle.
Around each corner, and up to the top of each wall,
he filled his great bag and it grew very tall.
And then with a twinkle Santa began laughing with joy;
he had found all of the presents for his good girls and boys.
As we wondered and pondered on what he would do next,
he came down the steps and slowed down for short little rest.
He was dressed all in fur, but started trying on clothes,
the red coat was for Christmas, only for show.
First he tried on our shirts, then some pants, now a coat,
he knew what he liked but he never did gloat,
A happy glance in the mirror confirmed he looked fine,
He kept trying on clothes until it was time.
He admired our shotguns and tried out a few,
then looked at our muck boots and knew they would do.
St. Nick looked through the ties, admiring all,
and then checked out the camo and several duck calls.
He loved the Clic Readers, in our sunglasses he rocked,
and he turned around laughing then spied our wool socks,
It was cold in the North Pole, he loved how they felt
warm feet were a priority especially for elves.
He had a broad face and little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly
He noticed us watching and with a wink of his eye
Let us know the time had come for him to fly,
He spoke not a word and went back to his work
He closed up his bag, and then turned with a jerk.
Opening the front door he gave a great whistle,
And a sleigh with eight reindeer arrived for his dismissal.
He sprang to the sleigh and away they all flew
With a quiet, quick cadence, they knew what to do.
But we heard him exclaim as they flew out of sight
“Thank you to the Kelly’s; I had lots of fun,
everyone wanted Kevin’s this year , so my work is now done.
On to deliver these great gifts of yours,
Merry Christmas to all, especially those who love the outdoors!”
By Didi Hoffman
Eighteen years ago, two patrons of the arts and outdoor enthusiasts transformed Thomasville, Georgia into a national center for the arts, in celebration of the outdoor lifestyle. Now a nationally renowned wildlife arts festival, the Plantation Wildlife Arts Festival www.pwaf.org appropriately coincides with the opening of quail hunting season. The quail defines much of the southwest region of Georgia and the love of the outdoors, dogs, hunting, conservation, family and tradition.
Inspiration came to founder Bob Crozer, while attending game fairs in Scotland and England. He felt Thomasville had the same love of the outdoors, family, wildlife and dogs that were celebrated in these festivals. Bob was fascinated and especially loved the majestic birds of prey demonstrations at the different festivals along with the different artist interpretations of outdoor life. His hope was that the people of Thomasville would feel that same joy he felt after attending these fairs. He knew in his heart that the community would embrace a similar festival. Inspired, he felt the perfect person to champion this wildlife festival would be his friend Margo Bindhardt – a woman who was passionate about the outdoors, a patron of the arts and a woman who knew how to create magic!
Margo’s talents brought immediate success to the festival. Once she put her mind to something, she thoroughly enjoyed engaging people to achieve a mutual goal. Louise Dunlap her daughter and Vice – Chair of this year’s PWAF remembers her mother’s love of the festival. Margo “thought of PWAF as her family. She was dedicated to bringing first class artists and patrons of the arts together.”
A PWAF artist whom Margo and PWAF helped launch, Chris Chantland, spoke highly of her, her kindness and support towards all the artists. “I knew immediately and instinctively that she was a super-nice lady, and if you saw her without a smile or a gleam in her eye, it would be extremely rare.” Louise added that “my mom always had so much fun at the show, mingling with artists, some of whom became dear friends.”
“Through the years PWAF has stayed true to the foundation laid by these two wonderful people,” says this year’s Chair, Gates Kirkham. “Their principles and vision continue to guide our efforts to bring premier art to our region.”
Kevin’s Fine Outdoor Gear & Apparel shares the same goals of the original and current PWAF efforts. “My mother always believed that volunteers, committees, and underwriters were the backbone of the festival” reflected Lousie and Kathleen Kelly, co-owner of Kevin’s follows this same belief. Like most working mothers, Kathleen juggles work and family but is committed to the success of PWAF and helps whenever possible. In the beginning years, Kathleen was an integral part of the Preview Party, even working as Chair. This special event allows people from all over the country who love fine wildlife art to preview the artist’s work in a less crowded environment than the actual daytime festival. It is the “kickoff” to a fun weekend and many of Kevin’s customers love going to the party. Kathleen’s favorite part of the evening is that old friends and customers of Kevin’s have an opportunity to enjoy a relaxed evening of art and friendship, talking about art, hunting, their families and favorite dogs.
Kevin’s, in support of PWAF is again excited to participate in the festivities. Friday, November 15th during the Underwriter and Patron Parties, Kevin’s will present the prestigious gun manufacturer Holland and Holland and display some of their finest guns. As a kickoff to the quail hunting season, the artistry and craftsmanship of these guns truly has a place in the Plantation Wildlife Arts Festival. They are a work of art.
To Kevin and Kathleen Kelly, Plantation Wildlife Arts Festival really reflects who they are. It speaks about their love of the outdoors , their support of the arts, their support of the PWAF beneficiary Thomasville Center for the Arts www.thomasvillearts.org and their commitment to Thomasville.
The core success of this special festival really harkens back to the vision and passion Bob Crozer and Margo Brindhart brought to it from its beginning. They planted the seed and gave the festival deep roots to sustain and grow over the years, and it now has a renowned status in the wildlife art world. Very sadly, both Bob and Margo have passed on, but their joy and spirit combined with their love of the arts, outdoors and Thomasville continues to shine on.
“My Mom was involved in a lot of ventures in the arts world, but she was most proud of PWAF,” says Louise, “she was always willing to help the show in any way that she could. She was even known to pick up garbage after the show. Her love of PWAF showed not only in her dedication, but also in her heart.”
For tickets and information please visit www.pwaf.org.