HOMETOWN PHOTOS
The Old Stone Bridge that once spanned the Elk River in Fayetteville, TN. Old Hickory and his army crossed this bridge on their way to New Orleans to fight the bloody British in 1814. Sadly, the bridge no longer exists; local residents had begun a preservation movement but unfortunately the bridge collapsed before the effort began. It is really sad because this was truly a landmark.
I have now been corrected (4-9-00) on the above info regarding Old Hickory. It seems that the bridge was not yet built when he came through Fayetteville. I have been advised the bridge was built shortly before the War of Northern Aggression and Sherman crossed it on his march to Chattanooga. (It is a wonder he didn't burn it to the ground!) I was relying on information that had been given to me as a youngster; see, you just can't trust adults. :) :) Below is a black and white photo of the bridge.
If you want to see a picture of the bridge when the water was really running, click here.
Recently (sometime during 2003) the city acquired some property very near where the bridge formerly stood and dedicated it as a memorial park to the bridge. They even built a small replica of the bridge and this is the picture of it: (the original didn't have a railing like this one)
Here's a better picture:
Here's another shot with one of the log cabins that is also on the grounds.
I don't know what that is in the water; I don't remember seeing it when I took the picture. (I don't think it is Fayetteville's answer to Nessy!
Another shot with another one of the cabins.
This is a miniature waterfall and the water is fed from Norris Creek which empties into the Elk River on the opposite side of the highway. Plans are underway to extend the park to the other side of the highway.
This is a memorial plaque in dedication to those who built the original bridge.
This is the house in which I was born...................no, wait a minute! My computer messed up; this isn't right! Ah, here is the right one.
Yes, yes!! This is much better! Now this is the house in which I was born; it still looks much the same except for the addition of vinyl siding. It is located across the street from the Robert E. Lee School I later attended.
Robert E. Lee Grammar School (that was it's name then), the first school I attended. It no longer is a school; municipal offices are now located in the building. (Update, Feb 2006: It is no longer used as offices and plans are to tear it down........so sad to see old buildings go.)
Central High School, where I attended my freshman year and started my sophomore year before moving to Lawrenceburg. This is the school that burned the year after I moved away. (No, I didn't do it; I really didn't!)
On 29 Feb, 1952 a huge tornado struck Fayetteville and did considerable damage. There were power lines down all over town and someone in the Fayetteville Electric Dept was smart enough to turn off the main power switch; otherwise there would have been many people electrocuted. I, along with three other members of my family, was in the National Store on the square when it came across the square. Needless to say, a fourteen year old boy who had never seen anything like that was a little on the frightened side! Here are a few pictures of the results:
This picture is of the intersection of College and Lincoln Streets. College Street suffered tremendous damage.
This was taken from the square, looking at the Northwest corner and the downed trees are in the lawn of the Courthouse.
This one is what is left of the Bus Station on North Main Street. If you look at the left of the building, you can still see the Greyhound sign; don't know how that remained.
I'm not sure where this was taken....I think it was on Washington Street, one block north of College Street.
This is Lawrence
County High School in Lawrenceburg, Tennessee; the
school from which I graduated. It was also known as LawCoHi or LCHS. (That
could have been LoCoHi! 
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This is a statue of Davy Crockett and is located on the south side of the "square". Davy lived in Lawrenceburg for a short time. The people were very proud of Davy; there is a Crockett Highway, Crockett Theatre, Crockett Motel, and maybe more that I can't remember.
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