It’s actually 950 acres, according to current information. This is mid- to late-60s.
Tennessee acquired the land for the park in 1952. Fort Patrick Henry Lake was fully impounded in 1953.
Looking over old maps of this area, I found that Duck Island didn’t exist, as an island, before the impounding of the lake. It was just the eastern shore of the South Fork of the Holston River above Wexler Bend. And somewhere in there, it got ducks.
Back in June of 1967, I was working as a photographer for the Kingsport Times-News. I got dispatched to this service station, then known as Smith Shell, to photograph the aftermath of an accident: a lady driving away from getting gas snagged the hose of one of the pumps. The pump overturned, electrical connections were severed and a fire ensued, quickly extinguished by the Kingsport Fire Department. By the time I got there, the fire was out and the KFD was mopping up.
Kingsport Oil Company, the area Shell gasoline distributor, was founded in 1946 by, I think, A. R. Brashear, Jr. In the 50s, he traveled in the rarified air of bank directors and committee chairmen. And judging from a quick scan of newspaper archives, the company was a ball of fire when it came to giveaways and contests. At one point, in the early 50s, they gave away a new car. This 2.5 x 4″ handy (it’s been used!) little sewing kit was probably thrust at you when you filled up the tank in your merry Oldsmobile.
The Brabant Needle Company, Ltd., of Redditch, England, is long gone. There was a Duchy in Germany held by the Duke of Brabant, fwiw.
The generous-hearted Carl Swann gave this to me. And it was much appreciated, since it’s getting harder and harder finding Kingsport stuff lying in the open.
Ran across this in Johnson City. It poses a problem for me. This gas station was next to Craft Motors on Sullivan Street. The fully numeric telephone number places it no earlier than the mid-1960s. But I have absolutely no memory of what the place looked like and I’ve lived downtown for most of my adult life. It amazes me how much I don’t really see around me (I mean, I know the way the eyes process and edit input, but it’s still amazing what I miss).
Home of beef tips and noodles and earnest actors on the dinner theater circuit. The inside reads, white letters on red, “Olde West Dinner Theatre Airport Road. Hwy. 75
call: Johnson City.. 928-2121 Kingsport…323-4151
Open Tuesday thru Saturday
Buffet from 7 til 8
My first job after I came back from my Air Force stint was for Joan Hensley at Olde West.
I wanted to design sets. She had no budget. Shortly, I went to work at the Times-News.
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