Mrs. Wigglebottom and I Go for a Drive

After our disasterous morning, the dog and I decided to go for a drive, in part because we prefer to not listen to the Butcher shout words of encouragement so loud at Michigan State.  We decided to follow Old Clarksville Pike and how I wish I were some kind of forensic historian, because I felt like someone who knew waht she was seeing probably could have told you many cool things about the road and why it is where it is and such.  That’s not me.

I still did see some cool stuff.  The first was Hutton Valley, Population 4, one of whom was mowin his lawn.  I’m going to make an educated guess that one of the other citizens of Hutton Valley was a stone worker.





And there was this cool building at the top of the ridge.


Then we ended up in Fredonia and wondered at the strange, small red building.




Then we came home via Ashland City Highway and discovered Neptune.


And Mrs. Wigglebottom tempted fate by pooping on some antique Neptunians.


These were the two most interesting graves, because the decorations seemed so deliberate.



Then we saw the river.


And then we got to Scottsboro, our left turn to go home.


Here’s a close-up of the sign, so that the next time someone tells you that the folks in Scottsboro shouldn’t have a say in what goes on down in Bell’s Bend, you can point them to history.


When we got home, I took pictures of the trampled herb garden to show you.  I really hope the littlest herbs spring back.  It wasn’t just the trample that’s got them so shocked.  I think that being put outside on such a wild day after living so comfortably in my window was probably a lot to take in.  I hope they perk up.




Mrs. Wigglebottom keeps her own council.


14 thoughts on “Mrs. Wigglebottom and I Go for a Drive

  1. See, even here I have to stop and read the markers. Some people think that makes me a big pain in the ass to travel with.

  2. If Mrs. W hadn’t already called it, I’d call shotgun on the next road trip with B AND Peggasus. With all three of us stopping to read the markers (and the fourth just wanting to get out and sniff them), I’m thinking we’d have a road trip for the ages.

    Of course, it would take us a week just to get to Chapel Hill, but hey.

  3. Hmm. It does kind of have a mausoleum feel to it, doesn’t it? And you can see the side of it in the other picture of the other red building. It doesn’t have any windows. I wondered if it might be a big smoker, but it seems strange to have a big smoker right on the side of the road like that.

    Also, I saw a Dr. Hiebert on the Discovery channel yesterday talking about catfish. One of your relatives?

  4. Does the small red brick building go with the larger red brick building further down? Because I wonder if you’re not looking at servant or slave quarters.

  5. I’m liking the little red brick building. There is a small brick mausoleum at the City Cemetery, and it reminded me a little of that.

    However, the ears in the first picture are my favorite!

  6. Rachel, it does, but it seems like a weird place for slave quarters, right out there by the road, in front of the house. And it doesn’t seem to have a chimney, which I think rules out any kind of dwelling.

  7. No chimney, but electrical service and a door that locks from the outside. It used to have a huge tree right next to it, and I’m guessing the tree was between 100-125 years old when it was cut down and the stump hasn’t rotted much, so the building is probably dating from the 1880s. (Shingles of that type last about a hundred years and those are roached.) Electric box is much newer, so it was a building still in use at least occasionally when the electric came through. Not thinking servants quarters. I’d be guessing something like a cold house for ice storage that maybe later got used like a cellar.

  8. I am also big in Belgium.

    If I ever get down to Nashville again in this lifetime, I’ll be happy to drive around and look at old crumbled places and opine. Really, though, you all have the capacity to figure out what you’re seeing. Slow down, really observe what’s in front of you, puzzle it out, and then make some inferences. Jail, warehouse, store…all of these needed some kind of heat and light, which this building didn’t have. (I thought maybe the windows had been bricked in later, but the walls look all constructed at once.) It’s not very secure and the hinges swing out, so it wasn’t a jail, at least not with that door. I ran out of other plausible things it could be, and not being of a gothic sensibility, I ruled out private mausoleum. (Still could be wrong about that.)

    I wish I knew better where this was in relation to the railroad. I know it’s on what would have been a main drag and probably very dusty (an alternate explanation for lack of windows, but it has to be for something that didn’t need external light, which leaves out dairying). It seems to me that no private family would have needed that much ice. Was the big brick house a traveler’s rest or something?

    Quick, to the fire insurance maps!

  9. I can look at arches on European churches and tell you when they were built, but I can’t look at shingles and figure out their age. You have specialized knowledge!

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