Category: Bob Hill’s Floyds Fork Journal

The grave stone of Jacob Hause leans a little forward into time and space, the handsome, hand-carved slab partly coated in moss and lichen, yet still readable 164 years after his death:                                 SACRED                         To the memory of                           … Continue reading

Let’s just call this story taking a lap around Anita Payne’s old neighborhood. Sure, some new names have been added to her old Floyds Fork stomping grounds.  It’s part of the necessary process in creating a 3,700-acre park on land … Continue reading

By Bob Hill A good bridge will span more than water. It will connect earth and sky. It can help us remember and honor family and old friends. It enables its designers to turn vision into arching steel and massive … Continue reading

Sometime around 6:45 in the evening it became fully apparent that this 21st Century Parks’ Field & Fork thing was going to work. Or in the words of a woman who was dressed a little more stylishly than a summer … Continue reading

The 21st Century Parks work crew planting the native tree seedlings in the Floyds Fork bottomland off Stout Road was dwarfed by its surroundings; the flat, muddy 45-acre field that someday will again be forest; the towering white Sycamore trees … Continue reading

All that’s left of the Grosscurth Distillery now are the rusted and decayed pieces of the puzzle; the scattered hunks of iron pipe jutting out into the thinly wooded landscape along Echo Trail; remnants of the distillery dam on Floyds … Continue reading

Something there is – the poet Robert Frost once almost said – that loves an urban myth, and in the case of the Pope Lick Monster that now faded love has lead to a 16-minute independent movie, a well-received play, … Continue reading