Category: Bob Hill’s Floyds Fork Journal

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

 By any measure you care to use – family, friends, church or community – Bill Miles made a difference. Even now, twelve years after his death in 1998 at the age of 76, one of his sons, David Miles, … Continue reading

MAY 31, 2011 The occasion – as they always are – was labeled a groundbreaking, but the name didn’t fit. Sure, five stakes decorated with green flags were eventually and ceremoniously pounded into bare ground but nothing got broken. The … Continue reading

On a gray, windy Friday morning in mid-April a small army of Fern Creek High School tree planters trooped its way down the steep hill toward the Miles Park canoe launch and a little bit of Louisville history. Leading the … Continue reading

The unifying park plan was a natural, almost kids play; build 740 feet of new stone walls with 450 million-year-old Kentucky limestone. The clean, perfectly tapered, almost four-foot high dry-stone walls would anchor and guide the Creekside Playground and Sprayground … Continue reading

We speak today of Kentucky and Louisville history written in cursive; history dating back more than 200 years; history made lasting and bold with names such as Boone, Seaton, Omer and Stout – the latter a name still attached to … Continue reading

The original name for this cluster of fish-camp cabins built along Broad Run Road and Floyds Fork in the 1930s and 40s was “Gingerbread Village” – and that name made sense, too.

All Virgil Hawthorne wanted to do was cook up some Floyds Fork maple syrup. He’d never done it before – and as it turned out he would never do it again – but he had as good an explanation as … Continue reading