Very interesting fact about Lynchburg, Tennessee USA, which I wondered if anyone else knew about!
In 1950, in Lynchburg, Tennessee, it was considered Franklin County, Tennessee. But soon after that, Lynchburg became Moore County, Tennessee. Of course, Lynchburg is known all over the world for their Jack Daniels Distillery. One of my relatives was recently in Sweden, and she visited a Pub where Gentlemen Jack Whisky was one of their top selling whiskies.
My family was not whisky drinkers. I remember as a child us driving from Alabama to our Solomon Grandparents old farmhouse which wa on Countyline Road. While driving, we would see these houses that my parents pointed out were right off the main drag, and they had distilleries right out back of their house where they sold whiskey.
We always thought those people that sold whiskey were bad people. My parents did not drink.ha
I wrote a story about my grandpa [[Solomon-2480]] that I would like to share. This story reminds me of how thankful I am for what I have living now in Dallas, Texas.
I wanted to share this family photo of Location: Lynchburg, Moore, Tennessee, United States. Date: 1959.Off Countyline Road.
Henry Solomon was a Tennessean.
"Not A Penny In Your Pocket"
You come into the world with not a cent to your name. Henry usually only had one penny in his overall’s pocket on any given day. Each ten years when the census taker would come around, Henry would always have one cent in his pocket.
Henry and Vena might not have been the richest people in rural Lynchburg, but they had love and three kids : Christine [[Solomon-2687]] , Richard [[Solomon-2475]] , & Robbie [[Solomon-2688]] . The Solomon’s were poor farmers. They raised chickens, hogs, corn, tobacco & sugar cane. They had one old mule to plow the fields. They lived in a 2 story wooden plank house, with 3 bedrooms and an outhouse just out back of the house. Inside of their house was papered with black and white newspaper on the walls to keep the air from coming in. You could certainly see the dark brown dirt peeping through the cracks, while looking at the wooden planked floor. There were no magazines or books sitting around to read, and very sparse furniture to sit on. They had a small chicken coop outback from the kitchen where the hens would lay their eggs. They always had a large garden growing out back behind the house. The barn outback housed the hogs, and the old mule. In 1970, the Solomon's got devastating news. They were going to be forced to move from their old home place. The TVA would be giving them a mere ten cents an acre for their land. They were crushed. The Tim’s Ford Dam was being built, flooding the valley where they lived forcing them to move. Henry and his wife, Vena Mae [[Huffman-4747]] decided they would move to Estill Springs, Tennessee, into a small brick house at 109 Elkins Street.
They had lived in Coopers Branch in rural Lynchburg, Tennessee most of their life. They lived down a dirt road called Countyline Road.. They lived in this rural area filled with trees and hills, creeks, and springs. All they really knew was country living. There was a beautiful spring running down the hill directly across the street from their farm. They were one of the fortunate ones they thought. They had a water box on their back porch, meaning fresh cold water came right up to their door from that spring. They did not have to walk far and carry buckets to bring water in to have fresh water to drink, or wash clothes, or bath. People from miles around would come and bring their pales or buckets to get fresh spring water from their Spring at Coopers Branch so they could take it home. Their move to Estill Springs, to a small town in the city was going to be different, and it was. They survived and made friends in Estill Springs. About 2 years before my grandpa died, he was living in a nursing home. Unfortunately, Alzheimer’s and Dementia had set in Henry. It was a difficult thing to watch. One thing my grandpa could still remember, even though he had Alzheimer’s, was songs. He especially remembered his favorite songs. The last song I remember him singing was, “ The old gray goose came flying home, flying home, flying home.” I guess, Grandpa Henry came flying home with his one penny in his pocket, and a smile on his face. Written by : Granddaughter Terri Solomon-2474 (https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Solomon-2474)
I woukd really like to share a 2nd photo of my grandparents but I don’t think it will allow me to.
http://www.Wikitree.com/wiki/Solomon-2480
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