http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/index.xml News, sports, and entertainment from Kentucky.com en-us Copyright 2008 Kentucky.com Project Dateline 60 Sun, 10 Aug 2008 17:43:19 EDT http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss McClatchy Interactive's Workbench webmaster@kentucky.com http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/268101.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/268101.html Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:54 EST
But after an exciting and promising start, the sled weaved to the left, and one of the fellas -- who will not be named as this is not an accusation but a memory -- let go of the others' hands because he sensed some impending doom. So Linda Murray's daddy went in the wrong direction and had to go to the hospital and nearly expired from the resulting pneumonia.

And the third guy suffered a big slash on one side of his face because it hit a tree on the way down to the river. No one forgets the silliness, the aftermath or the fact that we don't name "the guy who let go."

Still, what is important to know about this story is this: Of all the time Linda Murray's daddy was injured and unable to work, his dairy farming was kept afloat because his friends pitched in and did it. In this, as in all things, they were selfless. They were also incredibly sure of the rock on which this community stood.

The Biblical meaning of the word Ebenezer is "stone of help." It's right there in 1 Samuel, chapter 7. Which means, says Hughes Jones, Charles Dickens must have been one crafty wordsmith or else mightily confused as he chose the main character for his Christmas Carol .]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/196794.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/196794.html Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:28 EST
Should Steve Beshear be elected governor, might we offer that the first order of business ought to be to get some signage to this place because, Lordy, it only has this one sign that directs you to the boat dock, and it's not all that prominent, and it's not on the main road, and the word Beshear is in wee letters, and, all in all, it's not exactly like a welcome mat.

The dock's honor-system pay-ramp is another thing altogether. For here, not only are you trusted to give your fair share for use -- that'd be $3 a day or $35 for an annual pass -- but, for your safety and their entertainment, you are overseen any time of the day or night by Homer and Mary Lou Winters, who pretty much are in charge here.

We are looking for the essence of Lake Beshear, and it appears to be quiet, if kind of disquietingly so. The only signs of life are coming from a gray mobile home that has a lovely view of the water and a complaining parakeet on the porch.

Mary Lou Winter appears and she is a steady talker, once she finds her teeth. She is lamenting that the water is the lowest ever and the bass fishing is not as good as usual because "it stayed cool for so long and got hot so fast and the fish got all confused, but that's good because we need some rest."]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/196795.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/196795.html Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:21 EST
This is perhaps not worth mentioning, but you should know we are not very far from Boreing. The town of Boreing. We're not all that far from Bush either, geographically speaking.

We're in Laurel County on the cusp of being Knox County and we're looking for the essence of Fletcher, the tiny slip of a town known for not very much except, well, its copious amounts of goldenrod. And the constant encroachment of mountaintop removal mining, and the proximity to two Baptist churches, neither one of them having the decency to put Fletcher before Baptist on the big white sign out in front.

It is peaceful here if only because it is one of those mornings when people do not sit and fritter time away on the porch, and neither do they work outdoors so you can see them, and the ones that are available simply do not know where Fletcher is even though the map says it is right where they are standing.

The essence of Fletcher, then, is unclear until Sue Sevier gets out of her truck to unload some oak flooring which was about to be hauled to the dump but would make one or two good rooms or about 4,000 frames. Sue is a custom picture framer (and a tobacco farmer on the side) so she should know. (She also knows everything there is to know about Fletcher, the town. Fletcher, the governor, she has opinions on, too, and we'll get to that.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/154410.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/154410.html Wed, 26 Dec 2007 12:42 EST
The first thing to know about Pippa Passes is that this tiny town was named after the Robert Browning poem Pippa Passes .

You don't see Kentucky towns named after poems. Just as Waddy is not "The Path Not Taken" -- unless you're having a metaphysical crisis on I-64 -- Kentucky is not a state that lends itself to poetry in its place names.

So, about Pippa Passes: You can say that you don't care for poetry, or that Elizabeth Barrett was your favorite Browning. Or you can just call it Caney, or "up Caney," as many of the area's residents do.

But there's no getting around this: Living the Robert Browning poem is what they do around here. Pippa was an Italian waif, probably undernourished, certainly overworked. On her one day off from the silk mill she wanders about and, on her journey, improves the lives of all those with whom she comes into contact.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/145389.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/145389.html Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:38 EDT
Joseph Smith has been up since 5:30 to do some gardening and beat whatever heat is coming. Because it is coming. Smith hears that it's going to be 96 but the shadow of the trees over Ky. 160 is holding in whatever cool Tuesday night could come up with. Pleasant would be not a bad adjective to throw in here. Neither would be loud.

That's because the coal trucks are thundering past so that a person has to stop talking or turn up the TV for the duration. The stuff that's flying past Hot Spot all day, every day, is not mined here. Instead it's been parked at a kind of way station and all this commotion is from it coming from someplace else and going to someplace else.

Local coal has been played out here for decades. What the trucks are hauling these days is, nonetheless, flinging little black nuggets all over Hot Spot as they quickly round the turn at the post office. The ones that are empty round the turn even faster, flinging only fear through the heart of the postmistress Lana White (ZIP code 41845) who has a good view of the treacherous turn.

Lana has a lot going, what with the turn, 108 postal boxes and 106 route customers to tend to -- but she's the clearinghouse for all Hot Spot knowledge. On her desk is a memo to all concerned about how the town started out as Dalna (named after a coal company president's wife) then became Elsiecoal (Elsie being the daughter of another company prez), then morphed into Hot Spot because it just was, and ultimately became Premium (either because that was the name of a coal company or because that was the grade of the coal long-gone).]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/142806.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/142806.html Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:36 EDT
Leonard Wagner, 18, leans over the car and points down at the open atlas. He can see Wait plain as day, but he's never heard of it.

"According to the map, this is it," he said as he took a break from his work at the Mennonite-run Better Built Barns. He even asked some of the elders. They hadn't heard of it either.

"I never heard anything else about Wait," Wagner said. "It's always been Alpha or Happy Top."

Back on Ky. 90, an old gas station hosts a crowd of old-timers.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/142805.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/142805.html Tue, 21 Aug 2007 13:17 EDT
And, no, there isn't a Stop sign in sight. Two guys on a bench in front of the store ponder the question. They decide you need to find Phil. Your lucky day. Phil's inside the store.

Phil?

No one answers to that name.

Phil? repeats the gal behind the counter.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/123574.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/123574.html Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:10 EDT
It's probably safe to say that rock singer John Mellencamp has never been to Pink.

But if that Hoosier who penned the song Little Pink Houses could drive down to this community 8 miles south of Nicholasville, he would no doubt smile to himself as he rounded Langford Pass to see, as pretty as you please, a two-story pink house.

This is the home of Sarah Tate, a retired Lexington architect. And yes, she painted the house pink -- peach, actually -- "because of Pink, and I loved the name," she said.

She has lived here since moving from Lexington in 1975, and, as she says, the house has been a "work in progress" ever since.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/118814.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/118814.html Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:11 EDT
Nobody near the cows, the horses or the bevy of chicken houses despite the fact that people seem to be required to feed, ride and/or plump up the aforementioned livestock. Which, mind you, do appear plumped up.

There is a dilapidated tarpaper house, an empty post office and the Union #2 Missionary Baptist Cemetery. There is an airplane hangar in the midst of a cornfield. There was this elderly couple who stopped briefly at the cemetery, but they were not locals and were just stopping to adjust the driver's seat, or so they said.

The earth is red. The sky is blue. The corn is green. The people are, however, invisible.

And the windsock on the private airplane hangar is hanging like wet laundry.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/113112.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/113112.html Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:10 EDT
After talking in the empty roadway for several minutes, one of the strangers observed that traffic around Jugornot was, well, pretty light. Van Hook agreed, but added that "it picks up pretty good a little later in the morning."

About 15 minutes later two cars went by.

"I told you it picks up," Van Hook said.

Welcome to Jugornot.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/100775.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/100775.html Wed, 12 Sep 2007 10:54 EDT
That ridge up there -- the one you can see from the highest point in town -- is the beginnings of Tennessee.

It's only 21/2 miles away, and everybody here goes there on occasion because Tennessee is wet and Bug is dry -- that is, "until we bring it home," says Billy Johnson, who is on his way across the line this minute. Billy, for the record, is a big law-abider now, but he was a notorious chicken thief and moonshine retailer when he was young.

But we'll get to that.

Chickens remain the main attraction in Bug. And every blessed one of those chickens seems to be owned by Bobby Young. The ones in the road, the ones crossing the road, the ones in the gardens, the ones in the incubator, the ones laying eggs and the expensive ones leashed to their huts but usually standing on them, furling and unfurling their elaborate and impressive feathered plumage, looking for all the world like they're in a beauty pageant, sounding for all the world like it's dawn.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/174531.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/174531.html Wed, 12 Sep 2007 11:20 EDT
A man on an ATV whizzes down the hill. It's only 7:15 in the morning on a backroad in Nicholas County. Minutes pass. A man on a tractor takes a slow turn and chugs up the hill. Minutes pass. A man in a truck stops in the middle of the road to chat.

They turn out to be all one guy. His name is Everett House, and he is just about all the morning traffic here in a town that most people know as Buzzard's Roost but Everett remembers, when prompted, as Sprout. Everett's folks still live right there in that big old white farm house, and he's been farming tobacco on these acres since he was strong enough to wave a tobacco stick around and actually be dangerous with it.

Now 60, he's just about ready to retire. This could be his last crop of tobacco, though who knows? He looks around at the hills which, in stereotypical Kentucky splendor, do roll, one after the other, away from his land.

"I'm my own boss. No one to answer to but my wife," he laughs. He might just give it up. Garden for pleasure. Grow corn and tomatoes. Fight weeds. Look up at the view instead of down at his foundling crops.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10616.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10616.html Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:02 EDT
Otis is an open book, a high school graduate with a job working construction these days in nearby Ohio. Not looking for married life right yet. "I'm just 18," he says, his eyes wide with incredulity at the notion. "I have my whole entire life," he says. And with that, there is no further discussion to be had on the damage Valentine's Day has done to bachelors, resting or not.

It is 17 degrees out. Otis is without a coat and is drinking a nice cold Coke. He lives in the general vicinity of a large barn that holds an 8-month-old horse named Jubilee who is complaining about his water bucket being frozen over, all the while being gently menaced by a bevy of cats -- free to a good home -- and dogs named Superman, Tyson, Cricket, Angel and Duke who are staying put.

And while that's interesting, the elder bachelor in town has a better saga. Hard of hearing now, his story is told by the two Browning boys. They have just finished stripping last year's tobacco crop in the kerosene-heated part of another big barn in town, this one holding not only some hand-tied tobacco but a baby cow whose mother just died, and two chickens who were spared until they got "crock-pot-sized."

Will Browning is the one guy who has made it his business to know the history of the town. Married with four kids, he is only 30, but he is the keeper of all the stories now that everybody else is getting up in age.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10574.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10574.html Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:13 EDT
The Crossroads Market opens at 4:30 a.m. because that's when working people need nourishment for the drive ahead, the day beyond the drive and the drive home. Tommy Lykins, the guy who is behind the counter to serve anyone at that hour, knows that the first guy in the door is going to be Scott Wilder and he's going to want things for his lunch later at the sawmill and hot coffee for the road.

The Crossroads is the kind of place where they sell A-1 steak sauce in the gallon jug, few vegetables, no end of Oreo choices and home-canning equipment.

Helechawa is the kind of town where, says native son Ben Easterling, "most of the people from here work someplace else. There's not enough country to farm and not enough people to log or mine."

Ben says the old church down the road -- the white one without any discernible denomination attached -- is the place where folks set up shop when they decide it's time for serious religion. The church, which way back when was the one-room schoolhouse, has been a Church of God, a Church of Christ, a Holiness Church and Helechawa Community Church. He's not sure if it's anything now but it could be again any time, should the spirit move.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10572.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10572.html Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:15 EDT
This is what it would say: Welcome To Golden Ash. Population: seven people; two cats; one dog.

A sign would be in order, Jones thinks, since there is now no marker of any kind to alert passersby that they are passing through Golden Ash. Or that the community's inhabitants consist only of the Jones family -- Roy and Betty and their children, Desiree, 10; LeRoy, 8, and Susan, 4 -- and Clandies Bennett and his wife, Lila, who live just across the road. Plus the Bennett's dog, Amy, and the Jones' two cats, Tiger, and, well, the second cat doesn't have a name yet. It wandered in recently, boosting the population of Golden Ash by some 11 percent.

But any thought that Golden Ash is growing would be totally off the mark.

This little coal camp, nestled between Harlan and Black Mountain, once was a bustling home to dozens of miners and their families, who made a good, though hard, living wrestling coal out of the ground hereabouts. But the coal played out, the mine closed, and Golden Ash has all but disappeared.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10614.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10614.html Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:45 EDT
The leaves are abandoning the trees in a fire-sale fashion now in Perry County. The elaborate disengagement ritual betrays the ardor that the leaves must feel for the trees. How else to explain the colors of departure? How else to express that the leaving is hard, than to send up signals that can be seen for miles?

As if someone would venture in to rescue them from this splendor.

Somewhere between the brown summer vines that have given up the fight already, and the pine and hemlock that will stay green for spite, are the red maple and yellow poplar, the hickory and ash, the black gum and river birch, the mimosa, the locust, the cypress, the silverbell.

Wayne Williams has seen 53 autumns here. He has seen the hills full and the hills stripped. Even stripped, he says, "at sundown, it looks like the rays of heaven upon us."]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/185049.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/185049.html Mon, 24 Sep 2007 14:40 EDT
The only permanent living residents of this, um, town are red worms, mealworms and the aptly and atrociously named night crawlers.

They live in the refrigerator by the front counter, strategically placed like the big stores do to lure the buyer into an impulse purchase.

In the parlance, the big stores call that "cashier bait."

But here, they're, you know, bait bait.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10581.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10581.html Tue, 11 Sep 2007 10:32 EDT
The ridge road is high and filled to overflowing with early morning mist. The creek bottom is low, filled to overflowing with grass, black-eyed Susans, butterfly milkweed, native Kentucky cane and -- where Gary Firkins has managed to put it in -- tall, impossibly green corn.

The corn in the very back of the vast river bottom in Adair County is where the town of Picnic once stood. That was back when the mailman came by horseback down the old stagecoach road that hugged the banks of the creek -- or so Firkins' grandmother explained when she talked about life before the Depression

Now a chimney is said to be the only thing left standing of Picnic.

"To get you where you can even see Picnic, I got to go get my chain saw," Firkins, 40, says.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10578.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10578.html Tue, 28 Aug 2007 12:50 EDT
You go to Berea, head for U.S. 421 South and take a right at Kenny's Farm Store. Now skirt Daniel Boone National Forest. Pass cows. Pass a few cemeteries, because though the number of people living in Climax is somewhere between seven (actually seen) and a rumored 25, they are far surpassed by the number of dead in well-kept graveyards.

Which means this place is good enough to take a permanent seat -- although a slow pass-through is plenty pleasing.

Rest assured, if you start out early enough from Lexington, you can reach Climax, in Rockcastle County, by 8 a.m. It will be a quiet journey to a place where you can see woodpeckers pecking, hear babbling brooks so clear they've spawned a bottled water company, and watch as the Holiness church gets real potties and the Christian church new signs.

It's indeed good to know that Climax is wet and holy and fraught with peril.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10550.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10550.html Tue, 11 Sep 2007 14:43 EDT
The uncertain boundaries of the town seem to be anything that rises up above the bottomland. Stand at the low point of the road.

The half-mile length of Ky. 78 with the six houses sprinkled roadside -- that's Chicken Bristle. That hill over there, just past the A.M.E. church, that's not Chicken Bristle. The folks who live in the house near Murphy Road and before the railroad tracks, they're not Chicken Bristle either.

The uncertain population of town is something like 10, give or take.

The religion is either African Methodist Episcopal or Baptist. The churches take turns alternating services so that the church looks fuller on any given Sunday.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10579.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10579.html Thu, 23 Aug 2007 13:09 EDT
Paint Lick straddles the line between Madison and Garrard counties.

It also straddles the line between small town and oblivion.

Without its post office and branch bank, the locals fear their little town would wither away.

Paint Lick is not a population center, but neither is it simply a wide place in the road a few minutes from Richmond and around the bend from Happy Landing. Try 1,100 people scattered around rolling farms and smaller homesteads, with town dogs taken just as seriously as homeowners. Children dot the main street.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10590.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10590.html Tue, 11 Sep 2007 10:43 EDT
Oh, sure, 20 years ago the town's claim to fame was Jack and Denny Ray's Drive-In and a rundown K-Mart but developers got all busy "fixing Dressen" which led to all this progress.

Admittedly, it is now a cramped little town made up of lots more diverse parts -- a Western Sizzlin', a Save-A-Lot, a Do-It Center, a concrete company, a one-way bridge, a tennis court and a 4-year-old on a trampoline. Good ingredients, given enough attention.

It's kind of like Carolyn Pennington's Thanksgiving dressing recipe, which will fill the dozen or so folks who will drop by today to dine. Because some things don't need fixing, she'll prepare her family recipe -- a stale biscuit, cornbread, white bread crumble mixed with butter-fried onions and celery kissed lightly with sage and tossed with nicely cut up gizzards and then peppered and baked in the oven. Pennington considers anything foreign, like oysters or pineapple in dressing, to be progress in the wrong direction.

No, she isn't part of that crowd that calls it "stuffing" either. Something about that word screams "store-bought."]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10587.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10587.html Wed, 05 Sep 2007 12:13 EDT
It is hard to know when you are out of the Ordinary city limits. Dian Huff lives just a quarter-mile past the stone building that looks for all the world like the Alamo if you didn't know the Alamo from all those John Wayne movies.

She says the stone building is in Dewdrop.

She calls her aunt Ardith Caudill on the phone. Ardith, who has lived on the Rowan-Elliott county line for nigh upon 70 years, now says no, she has never heard of Ordinary. And are these people pulling her leg?

You might want to ask the Johnsons, who live up on the left. They own the pink-mortared, honeysuckle-covered stone building. See how, if you look hard, you can see the building was once the H.H. Johnson _____ Store (there's something missing in broken glass).]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10612.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/10612.html Mon, 10 Sep 2007 13:48 EDT
The real pleasures here are easy to find, as they should be.

Cute houses and green lawns poke up just off a long, winding road that leads to an unannounced yard sale in the middle of the week, where they'll recommend picking up a burger at the pool hall, where they'll point out the flowers that the beautician next door brought by, just because.

That's no fewer than five pleasures already.

Such is life in Pleasureville, in Henry County, snug against the Shelby County line. The U.S. Census counts 888 people, but most people know it simply to be a bit bigger than all the other small towns nearby.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/323386.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/323386.html Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:01 EST
At one time, a neighborhood a few blocks away from Main Street would have been considered a different world.

At the turn of the 20th century, Georgetown residents and Democratic city leaders signed a petition to remove the northern section of Georgetown from the city. The neighborhood was known as Boston, and it was made up of freed African-American slaves who voted Republican.

The circuit court judge at the time, a Confederate veteran, ignored the lawsuit filed by Boston residents in 1902 and ruled that the neighborhood was no longer part of the city, according to the book Scott County Kentucky: A History .

However, the city's decision was later overturned by the state Supreme Court.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/316683.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/316683.html Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:06 EST
But it is. Because nobody here apologizes about the truth about this Eastern Kentucky town. They shouldn't have to. It was built by U.S. Steel in 1917 and it was taken apart by U.S. Steel in 1962 and, in between, black men from other parts of the South proved that they were good enough to go into the ground and yank out coal as deftly as any white man. And that they could work cheek to jowl with white men in necessary commerce, they could live with them as neighbors and the world would not end.

Which makes the proximity of Kingdom Come State Park just five miles to the north and east mighty ironic, but still.

It was a social experiment without all the fuss that comes from social experiments. U.S. Steel dictated everything. You lived where they said, used company scrip to buy the food in their stores, and if they wanted to name a town after a Mr. Thomas Lynch, a recently deceased president of U.S. Coal and Coke, they had every right.

Bennie Massey, the unofficial greeter to all wayward visitors to Lynch, explains all this and says he doesn't mind the name. He was born here, raised here, his daddy worked coal here, he himself worked coal for 38 years here, was on the safety committee for 28, is the president of the all-black Eastern Kentucky Social Club here and is on the city council here, and a deacon at Greater Mount Sinai Church here and sings in a gospel quartet here. So if it doesn't bother him, it shouldn't bother you.]]> http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/309684.html http://www.kentucky.com/news/special_packages/datelines/story/309684.html Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:12 EST
It's a warm place, they say, despite what you may think by just driving through this six-block by five-block community bunched up against downtown Louisville. It's so much more, they know, than the rundown fringe of the used-to-be community you think you see.

Known for almost 150 years as Smoketown, this has been a black neighborhood since immediately after the Civil War, when "town" meant Louisville and better work than could be found in the fields of the white farmers who had to free you because Abraham Lincoln said so and because there was scant work anyway.

Bess Ezell, one of those dyed-in-the-woolers, is not Smoketown's official historian but she does know that this is the oldest continuously black community in the whole commonwealth. She can tell you there used to be brick kilns around here and that may account for the evocative name. It's also possible, though she does not say so, that "smoke town" was some kind of ugly racial slur.

That's because the small community was built on the rock of segregation. It was, at least in the beginning, the place for Louisville's white people to house their black labor. Or for freed men to live while they worked the wharves or the kilns.]]>