A Visit to Corbin

Where Home Used to Be....

This past weekend I took a trip back to my hometown of Corbin, KY. I drove down Saturday and the first thing I did was go directly to where my old house was recently removed. I was surprised how I felt, not sad so much, but feeling like I was visiting a grave of someone long gone.

I walked around the piles of dirt where the house used to stand and saw the remnants of what was there. It was like going to an archeological dig where the history I was learning about was my own. In the dirt was an old empty Skoal can long pitched by the twin, a copy of some instructions about financial aid for Berea College, a spool of thread from Mom’s sewing stuff, etc. I found a dozen bluish-green glass insulator bells that my grandfather collected from back when he worked for the phone company. I bagged them up and will put them in the flower bed next year.

A few photos got taken, like the yard where we played kickball (only our "third base" is still there) and the street sign above. Ours was the only house on Pearl Street and, with it gone, the street no longer shows up in a Mapquest or Yahoo address search.

The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful, though there is something in development that might pop up in a future post.