Tuesday, January 28, 2014
DITMORE ROAD
Walking Where My Ancestors Walked
I have seen this picture (above) of my grandfather, father and other relatives in front of their home on Ditmore Ford Road many times.
The name Ford comes from a small stream of water (a place where a river or other water may be crossed by wading). It is a short distance down the road from the Ditmore home.
My heart was beating a little faster than usual as I walked from the corner where this picture of me, my daughter, Carol, and my niece, Linda was taken. I walked down the road my father walked down as a young boy and man.
I stood for a long time just looking at the ruins of the Ditmore home. And then I walked over and picked up two or three old, loose bricks. They now serve as book ends on one of the shelves in my office. I'm looking at them now.
On down the road I stood in front of the Ford, stared and dreamed. I didn't cross it.
Things are different out on Ditmore Ford Road today than they were back in my fathers day or even July, 2000 when I walked down the road. Franklin, Kentucky is growing. New homes are being built. Somebody else is creating history.
2 comments:
How fortunate that you were able to visit Ditmore Ford and glimpse the old homestead!
I think it's really great that you were able to retrieve some brick to gaze upon. Priceless!
Oh, Clif, how thrilling to have such a history, and to be able to share it with your daughter--who is GORGEOUS, by the way!
I don't come by often, but today I longed for a "talk" with you and Charlotte. Tell her hello for me, please.
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