Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Walk in Fort Sanders





Ft Sanders Presbyterian Church, now Laurel Theatre





James Agee Park

James Agee Park




Thursday, July 25, 2013

Market Square

One Wednesday and Saturday mornings, you will always find a crowd at the Farmer's Market.
Start with Pete's

Lot's of plants

Fresh produce

Monday, July 15, 2013

A Walk Down Kingston Pike

The Armstrong Lockett House Crescent Bent

Gate in front of Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist Church

Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist Church

Temple Beth El



The former Dulin Art Gallery now a private residence


Bleak House- Confederate Memorial Hall

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

A Trip to Broadway Racetrack

 
In the 1955, my Grandmother purchased a house near the Broadway racetrack. On Friday and Saturday nights you could see the bright lights from the track and see the long line of cars turning onto the little dirt road that led to the track. You could hear the racetrack announcer over the din of the cars from her back porch. Clearly this was a very big and exciting event going on in my own backyard, or my Grandmother's backyard anyway. I wanted to go, I needed to see this big event for myself! After some discussion, my parents agreed to take me. This was probably because my Daddy was a fan of racing.
One Saturday night, my Mother, Daddy and I walked to the track because it was just a quarter mile or so from the house. The track lights gleamed in the distance and we walked past cars lined up at the gate. We found seats in the wooden bleachers and waited for the race to begin. This was a dirt racetrack, with local drivers handing older cars that they had modified in their own garage or backyard with the help of their friends. The noise was much louder at the track. The dust choked my throat and made made eyes itch, but I didn't care because I felt safe sitting between my parents. When there was a wreck, the men would push the broken car off the track. All the men scurrying around to move the car off the track before the cars came around again was the most exciting part of the race.
Broadway Racetrack
 
 
Although it was very loud and I had really wanted to go, it had been a long day and a long walk to the track. I fell asleep before the race was over. My Daddy must have carried me back to our car because I woke up in my own bed at home. This was my only trip to the racetrack because my Grandmother became sick a short time later, but one trip was enough. When I remember it, my first thoughts are not of my trip to the races, but are of seeing the bright lights and hearing the buzzing sounds of the cars from my Grandmother's porch.