I Got in the Inn
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Day 3: October 27, 2023 I Got in the Inn Comment via blog Check Granny's letters of the day |
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I'd somehow never before noticed the old Greyhound station in Cave City
which probably makes me a perfect case study on the effectiveness of
labeling historical buildings. The ticket booth
certainly looks authentic and I could see a Ford Model A, Crosley sedan,
and bugeye Sprite among the other items inside. A very nice addition to
the neighborhood.
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Some sort of fungus seems to be taking over the north side of the Bell's
Tavern sign but fortunately -- and curiously -- the
other side remains clear. These ruins are right on the original Dixie
Highway and it seems likely the the Robbinses passed them in both 1920 and
1923 but there is no mention at all in either set of letters.
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Yesterday's overcast skies made the colors of the trees rather subdued but
today rain moved in to make them really subdued and blurry.
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The interpretive center at the Sandford Duncan Inn was open today and I was able to
get a look inside. Actually I got a guided tour. Corinne, my guide, shared
several interesting bits of the inn's history but I was most surprised to
learn that Jenny Lind once performed here.
After touring the inn, I walked back to the small graveyard where the its
original owners, Nancy and Sandford Duncan, are
buried.
A sign next to the building supplies some information about the inn and the nearby dueling ground. Another view of the exterior is here. |
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These two pictures are behind my interest in the inn. One was taken during
my 2001 retrace of my great-grandparents' 1920 trip and I believe the
other was taken during that trip. The 2001 picture is definitely of the
Sandford Duncan Inn. The other may or may not be.
I noticed similarities between the photos while writing Tracing a T to Tampa. (Today I realized I've been spelling Sandford wrong.) Here's what I said in the book: There are obvious similarities between the cabins in the pictures but there are also some differences such as the number of panes in the window and the shape of specific logs. Of course, the most obvious difference is the absence of the "porch" in the newer photo. That isn't really the show stopper it might seem as it could very well have been lost to time. In fact, it seems feasible that all of the differences are the result of 81 years of aging and some restoration.What do you think? |
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The rain had stopped a little before I reached the inn which not only
meant I could walk to the Duncan burying ground without getting wet but
that I could now photograph the orange trees and barrels.
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For any that did not recognize the "Batman Building", those
orange barrels are in Nashville. I did not drive on Broadway today but I
did cross it and snap a couple picture of the motorized drunk transport
that has become a thing in Music City. To be clear, it is the transports,
not the drunks, that are motorized. This is exactly the sort of thing that
has totally destroyed the Nashville that I knew and loved which is exactly
the sort of thing that every aging generation has said since the first
fiddle player arrived in Nashborough.
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I passed through Murfreesboro, where they really do know how to build a
courthouse, then on down the road to end the day at Shelbyville.
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