Monthly Archives: December 2012

The Indian

This used to be on Memorial Boulevard, roughly between 93 and Harbor Chapel Road, on the right as you’re ascending the hill.  Later, it was Abe’s Pies (the pies were pretty good).  I’ve heard that John Barker had a speaker in it connected to a microphone so he could surprise tourists (this was, after all, originally a tourist attraction).  It’s now on Stone Drive (Robert E. Lee Highway) at a well-regarded barbecue place.  It’s been refurbed since I drew this.  I’ve also heard that, at one time, a fun-loving family of wasps built a nest under the loincloth, resulting in some startled expressions from people who happened to glance up ‘twixt the faux Native American’s legs.

Katty’s Korner

In 2000, I was out of work.  I’d been downsized after 31 years.  I’d soon have what proved to be a much better job, but I was doing a number of small pencil works for a possible show.  I wasn’t starving or anything, but I’d been working nearly all my life and the longueurs were killing me.  This restaurant, in the old Nick’s Western Shop building at the corner of Market and Cherokee Streets, was quite popular.  It’s still in business, but under different ownership, I’m told.

Lovedale gas station

In 1959, this gas station, at 666 Sullivan Street, was Estep’s Gulf service station (I looked it up).  I took the reference picture for this in the late 70s or so.  Note the price of gas.

Further notes: Lovedale was an intermediate area as the business section of Kingsport moved gradually to its current location.  At first, it was down on the river: Old Kingsport.  After the Civil War had laid waste to this area, things moved a little to the east, to the intersection of the Bristol Highway (Bloomingdale Pike) and Scott County Road, which went up to Gate City.  It was called Peltier then.  Later, for reasons unknown to me, it became Lovedale. Slightly to the north, a wholesaler named Lynn maintained a farm.  That came to be called Lynn’s Gardens.
The first airport in town was in Lovedale.  Zoom, zoom.

Jan Mar restaurant

The guy who owned this venerable restaurant once, in junior high school, saved my ass from a bully (I was pathetic: wore glasses. was poor. read a lot.  couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag.).  I always appreciated that.  A few years ago, he said the bully guy had died a decade ago.  I was surprised that I didn’t have any reaction to that news.  Time and wounds and all that stuff…

Homestead Hotel

I took the reference picture for this drawing the day they tore this historic building down. That’s why you can see through the front door.  The site is a parking lot now…for a church.

To be more precise about the date of the Homestead’s demise, I took the information from Jeff Fleming’s comment below and checked back to my journals from 1992.  This, apparently, was my final drawing of this building (I apparently did two others.  One I remember, the other I don’t).  Unfortunately, I made no mention of when I actually took the picture, but it was before August, 1992.