#lafollette

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S Indiana Avenue, LaFollette, Tennessee.

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S. J. Barley, Rural Route #2, LaFollette, Tennessee

Record Group 142: Records of the Tennessee Valley AuthoritySeries: Lewis Hine Photographs for the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA)

"S. J. Barley, Rural Route #2, LaFollette, Tennessee. Part of his best land will be inundated by Norris Dam reservoir. Barley is an ex-preacher, a blacksmith, and a carpenter, as well as a farmer. He has had 17 children (only 11 now living), and is an applicant for a job. He invested his life savings in a coal mine and lost it all. The neighbors say: `He was born in a blacksmith shop with a hammer in his hand." He made the `bull-tongue" plow in the picture. Of the boy helping him at the outdoor forge, he said: `He is my sixteenth baby and I have one smaller.""

This black and white photograph shows a man in overalls standing outside before an anvil.  He is raising a hammer to hit a piece of metal.  A young boy (perhaps four or five years old) stands behind the man, looking at the camera.  In the background, can be seen a plow, a wheel, and beyond a wire fence, some outbuildings and trees.

[myvinespot]

In my view, you generally get what you pay for when it comes to the heartbreak grape. La Follette’s ’16 Los Primeros Pinot Noir, a blend of Pinot fruit from Sonoma and Monterey counties, offers very good value for the money ($20). Pinot-specialist Greg La Follette left his namesake brand several years ago, but reliable, well-balanced Pinots with ample acidity and vivid fruit flavors are still being produced under his name. Cheers! #FindThisWine #PinotNoir #LaFollette #winelover #blogger #myvinespot #wineenthusiast https://www.instagram.com/p/BupmyhuHlk8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=g21tn1ap1vba

[fuckyeahnightmares]

The LaFollette House

imaginaryrose Submitted:

My family and I own a historic home in LaFollette, Tennessee called Glen Oaks, or as it’s more common name, The Lafollette House. The house was built in 1895 by the founder of the town, and is basically a mansion. My mother grew up around LaFollette and always admired the house she nicknamed ‘The Dollhouse’. When I was in elementary school my parents bought the very run down mansion as a summer home they were intending on refurbishing and would eventually move into full time.

Back in 1895, it wasn’t too strange for each member of the family to have their own room, including the husband and wife. My room was Catherine’s. Catherine LaFollette married Harvey LaFollette, a rich miner, and moved to Tennessee when she was very young. She was very much a city girl, and the rumor is she hated living in the middle of nowhere with no good gossip or social life. To say she wasn’t a nice, happy lady would be a huge understatement.

Fast forward to the summers where I would spend three months in her room. I had originally picked it because of the view, but I would soon regret this decision. I began feeling unexplainable cold chills and the terrifying feeling of waking up in the middle of the night, convinced someone was staring at me when no one was in the room & the door locked shut. I heard whispers, but never loud enough to clearly understand them. My siblings complained of hearing me pace in my room in the middle of the night, when I had been fast asleep or sleeping over at my cousin’s house.

One weekend towards the tail end of summer, my family took a trip to the Smoky Mountains. Three days later we returned to the house, and I went up to my room, closed the door, and began unpacking my suitcase. There is an old wooden chair that sits by the window in the corner. All of a sudden, I hear the chair being dragged across the floor. Expecting one of my siblings to be doing it, I turn around to make them stop just in time to see the chair slam into the wall with enough force to fall over onto the ground. No one was there.

I was terrified, and couldn’t move or speak. I stared at the chair, trying to understand what I just witnessed and the control to make myself run out of the room, when a freezing coldness rushed up onto my back and across my right shoulder. To this day I can still hear a furious lady’s voice hissing in my ear, “I thought you left.”

  Fuck Yeah Moderator Gracie: 7/10 Dang glad the chair didn’t hit you or break into pieces. Man she was not happy you came back. Thanks for the chills and scares!

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S Indiana Avenue, LaFollette, Tennessee.

[unteriors]

S Indiana Avenue, LaFollette, Tennessee.

[lostxinxthexclouds]

A little before sunset I met a man who was resting to make his final push up the hill to where he lives on Rose Hill in Lafollette. I can't remember his name, only that he's a heart patient, and his birthday is next week.

I'm also a heart failure patient, my birthday was Friday, I'm less than a week older than him bc and he mentioned when he had his heart attack he was out of town working construction. seeing the way he leaned on the dumpster he desperately needs to start his disability- and if I can find him I want to get him connected to my attorneys before health concerns out weigh the desire to get better.

He deserves better, and he deserves to know someone cares.

oh yeah last info I know to find him, he lives in an apt bldg in the first sharp curve up on Rose Hill...

[littletroubledgrrrl]

I found out Tom Prichard and Glenn Jacobs run a wrestling academy in Lafollette, Tennessee, and I live near Lafollette!

I've never visited this academy, nor do I have any desire in being a professional wrestler.

I wouldn't mind visiting this academy though.