pt5: Acknowledging the town in general

The Sunday we were in hub's hometown was a special day. It was gramma's birthday so there was going to be another visit to her place later. The day started like every other day there....another breakfast at Hardee's. Is it any wonder I refuse to eat at that restaurant at any other time? I'd mentioned to hubby a couple times on the trip up that I'd like to take a walk through the town and grab some shots. There were a couple really beautiful stone houses in town that I wanted a better look at and we simply could NOT do that from a vehicle. Top things all off I wanted a shot of the one particular church (it has BEAUTIFUL stonework). So when he and I were done eating, we didn't wait on the parents to finish up. He stood up and announced that he and I were going for a walk (I needed the alone time at this point) and we'd meet them back at the house. It was only a half mile walk and since it wasn't overly hot yet, it seemed like a great idea. The only problem with the walk is that it has 2 rather steep inclines. Ah well. At this point, I'd been off my bike for 3 days and really needed to stretch the legs out some. The first incline was about 10 yards or so. Not bad, but considering that I'm about 100 pounds too heavy still...well I was puffin a bit getting to the top. At the top is the main corner in town. In this first picture on the left, we're looking down Old Knoxville Rd. The stone building on the right is the church and the brown 3 story building to the back and left is the Claiborne County Medical Center. No, this isn't the same building that is shown in some of the other pictures I've taken. We visit this particular building every other trip or so because a couple of the relatives of neighbors he grew up with are living there now. This last trip we didn't visit so I can be sure he'll be making time to stop over the next time. The last time he visited, he went with his dad instead of taking me. I was fine with that because if I say that visits to gramma's are rough...these are much worse.
This picture to the right is looking down Main Street. The Post Office is the brick building on the left and the one on the right just past the speed limit sign is the Claiborne Progress, the local newspaper. The church mentioned in the former paragraph is across the street from the newspaper office and off frame in this shot. Across the street from the P.O. and next to the newspaper office is a memorial area. I'll be talking about it a bit later in the entry. Congratulations, with the last two pictures you've pretty much seen Hubby's Hometown USA. You think I'm kidding? This is a blink and miss it town. There are only few more blocks in either direction that count as the town proper.
Here's a shot of the church that I was talking about. It's located on the corner of Old Knoxville Rd and Main. I love the stone work, it's so beautiful. There are 2 other houses that are made in the same type of stonework, as is the rectory next door to the church. I think the next trip in, I'll see about getting a few more of the exterior shots. I'd really like to see if I can get a few without all the ummm technological advances around it. Pulling up the full sized shot I can see there's some stained glass windows so you know for sure we'll be seeing some shots of that as well as maybe the doorway. I've told hubby that's the goal and with any luck he'll remember. He should, he usually remembers stuff that I don't (like how I really adored this set of porcelain dollies on a swing when we were in a certain shop in Texas and what would come home to me for my birthday but that very set).
This next shot was taken a bit farther in the walk, however since I made two stops at the memorial I'm just going to pair the shots taken there together. This shot is of the marker stone for the James Weir House. A shame that the lot is nothing but weeds at this point. I gather that since it's a location of historical interest, they can't do anything with the plot at this point? It still would be nice if some up keep was done (mowing) at least. Supposedly the house has been restored to its former glory. I'll have to see about making sure it's on the itinerary the next time around. Or at least a drive-by for some exterior shots.

This next set of pictures were taken at the Claiborne County Roll Call of Honor area. There is the requisite listing of military residents that were lost and which war they were lost in. The base of the monument says "May the haunting sound of the bugler's taps echo forever in honor of these. Our heroic dead." Looking at the bigger shots in the Flickr account, I see a name that more than likely is family. I'll have to try and remember to ask about it.

Off to the right side of the memorial area is an armored personnel carrier with a plaque bolted to it that gives the stats of the vehicle. In front of the monument there are 4 cement benches (2 on either side of the walkway leading up to it) that were donated by the local banks. The brick walkway leading to the monument has 3 stone markers that were donated by the various veteran groups in Claiborne County (one being the American Legion). To the left of the monument, in its own little space, is a smaller monument commemorating the residents that were lost in the line of duty on the home-front. Right now the only names on the marble monument are ones from the department of safety (sheriffs, a state trooper and a police lieutenant). Facing the smaller memorial is a matching marble bench. For the life of me, I couldn't get a decent shot of it (aka...a shot without me reflected in it and I tried at TWO different times of the day hoping the difference in lighting would help!). Engraved upon this bench is "To all those who serve and protect us each and every day". I've got a closer shot of the soldier boot, helmet and gun over in the photostream.
The last real stop in our walk was at the marker for the Tazewell Presbyterian Church. Other than the information on the marker, I can't seem to find more than someone else's blog entry about some dealings they had with this location. Anyhow, in the picture you see a strange cement post to the right of the marker. That is all that remains of the church.... an old hitching post. You can see that unlike the plot over near the James Wier House location, this one has been well cared for. Why, you may ask? Well because in the distance there, just before you get to the trees is a landing pad for the Lifestar helicoptor which is used to airlift victims from accidents to the nearby hospitals.

Wrapping up this entry is a view of the house we normally don't see when on foot. A view looking up the hill at the house, from the other side of The Tree. I have a note on the picture in the link to show you were we were approximately. It's a beautiful location, but to be honest...I really miss the internet while I'm there. *winkz*


ChicagoLady said...

Wow! I'm first??????

Where do I start? Ummmm, how about here:

The picture of the church, on the right side, you can see the back of some old sign. Curious to know what it says.

Interesting that the James Weir House was moved, yet the marker was left behind. I would think it would move with the house, since it's the house that has significance, not the plot of land.

Very nice memorial to the victims of war.

I love the house! It looks like it's been added on to, maybe once or twice. The pillars in front look to make that part the original house, then on each side, the garage areas were what was added on?

Very nice small town U.S.A. It's important that those small towns aren't lost in the changes this country makes.

LadyStyx said...

LOL! Yep ya first.

I see what ya mean, I'll have to try and remember to get a pic next time through.

Yeah, you'd think they would have moved the sign with the house...unless they meant to mark the fact that it had been there? What I find more curious is the fact they can't seem to decide how his name is spelled. The stone very clearly says Wier yet online info has it as Weir. If the stone's the one incorrect, I'll have to drop it into the Fail site.

The only addd-on to the house is the garage on the left. According to hubby, at one point it was an open area with a patio.

The upstairs window is the livingroom. It's the window I mentioned when I talked about that one main road that we come in by. With our distinctive truck...literally mom can see us a mile off. The window between the 3rd and 4th columns is the room we stay in. It's his sister's old room. The other window is his old room. I insist in using SIL's old room because it's ALOT less cluttered and it's got the bigger bed. Now if I could politely request softer sheets...nothing quite like sleeping on sandpaper to make someone crankier than usual.

It would be nice if this place stayed small town, but I don't think that'll be the case. With the roads being expanded to ease the flow of traffic, it wouldn't surprise me if it lost its small town feel within the next 10-15 years or less.

Wendyburd1 said...

Nice pics! I like that church's stonework too!

Jan n Jer said...

I love old churches, the beauty of them are so inspiring. I am thinking about doing a photo blog of nothing but churches. Keep looking for the beauty around you, its a wonderful world we live in.

Intense Guy said...

I've enjoyed all the pictures in your Flickr photostream - you have them well annotated.

It would be a shame if the usual interstate interchange garbage (read: the usual trash producing fast food joints and chain motels) killed or destroyed this town.

The very quality of a small town - where when you read an inscription like "May the haunting sound of the bugler's taps echo forever in honor of these. Our heroic dead." - the people actually know the people and the ones that got left behind - and even the services they had for them - the inscription itself is "haunting".

I hope your Hubby gets to "go home again" soon (enough) and you can continue your exploration of the highlights of the town - like the stone church. Keep on keeping on the bike - it helped you get to see the details this time around.


Karla said...

What a beautiful quaint little town. Looks smaller than the one I was raised in. Very beautiful stonework on the church...

I know the feeling of the dread of visiting hubby's parents too...Glad you make it through those visits as I always did ****HUGS*****

Toriz said...

The town I live in isn't much bigger than that. And I grew up in a village not far from here. The village is walking distance from here for people not quite as out of practice with decent length walks as I am. ;)

I prefer small towns. Admittedly it means you can't even blink without everyone around knowing about it, and internet connections are sometimes not good, but still.

AliceKay said...

Really nice pics. Small town,'s the best place to be sometimes. I enjoyed the walk. (i'm running a little behind on your blog but i'm catching up today)

I just moved over my pics from the trip into Towanda with Karen and Ryan the other afternoon. I need to move a few around to see what I have that might be post worthy.

Hey...I have pictures from my trip that have relections of myself in them. It was the only way I could get a pic of what I wanted. At least I know who to blame when the pic came out crappy. :p


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