This paint-up is not that old, but it’s beginning to fade. Clifton’s is on corner of East Market and Unicoi Streets. Years ago, Unicoi Street came up in some news story or other and I was perplexed…I’d never heard of it and I’ve lived in Kingsport since Hector was a pup*. The street is a one-blocker, though, and forever didn’t have much of anything located on it and, more importantly, it wasn’t on any of my paper routes.
* Obsolete phrase. See https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/since+Hector+was+a+pup
It looks like this old building on the corner of East Main and Cherokee Streets is coming down…literally.
Back in the 50’s, this building was mostly Ward’s Feed Store & Hatchery. There were some other businesses downstairs and apartments upstairs. I delivered the newspaper to a lady who lived in one. She always had a snuff stick in her mouth. But she always paid her subscription on time (I collected weekly for the paper delivery).
It appears that there are condemnation notices on the whole building, but only the back portion is blocked off.
This is on the wall across from Rexel on Press Street. The design is on the sidewalk, too.
I saw this going in on Sunday afternoon and, for a moment, I felt a faint quiver of excitement, then I remembered that the City was having a Google enterprise workshop on Monday (8/13/18). That’s what the people in the background are doing: loading in chairs for the event. Anyway, it was kind of different, though.
A sudden re-emergence of an old sign. Kyle Huddle built this building in 1947, moving from his previous location on Broad Street (he started out on Shelby Street). I was never introduced to him, but I knew him by sight. He was short and ageless.
He and Clifford Sanders, a lawyer, started Tennessee Cable Television Corporation, said to be the second-oldest cable TV company in the United States, in 1951.
According to Brianne Wright, Kingsport City Archivist, he had an 87-year stay on this good Earth, from 1904 to 1991.
Side note: the parking lot on which I was standing when I took this picture was, when I was a kid, an empty foundation filled with water. Mom and I would go by it on our way to the library, then at the corner of Shelby and Center. There was a fence, but you could look in. I always wondered if there were fish down there.
Last Sunday, as I drove back into town, I saw the rivers were running pretty full, so I parked by the bridge, got my camera, walked out and got this shot of the Confluence, where the North Fork (flowing under where I’m standing) and the South Fork of the Holston Rivers converge. The diversion wall is overtopped (I’ve heard that part of that diversion wall is composed of concrete from the bridge that collapsed in the last century). The diversion was necessary because the North Fork flows faster than the lazy old South Fork. In times of deluges, the North Fork would prevent normal flow of the SF, which would back up and annoy the residents along the river.
Driving down Jared Drive a couple of weeks ago, I saw this light blue house sitting quietly (and probably nearly invisible in summer) amongst the mass of Eastman. There used to be a thriving and notorious community on Long Island. I wonder if this is the last remnant of that neighborhood.
My dad was a taxi driver for a while. He never liked having to go to Long Island at night. He did, though, and lived into his seventies with nary a bullet hole visible.