Images from the Stomping Grounds

Below are links to some of the images of the small world in which I live. Over time, I shall add many more here. Use back button to return.
Monument in the Park
The names of all the county's war dead are inscribed here. The marble bricks set in the walkway each have a memorial to a deceased resident of the town.

The Gazebo
A gazebo sits in the center of the same downtown park. When I was a child a goldfish pond sat where the summer house now stands.

The Cannon
This old fugitive from the Western Front of World War One seems to be drawing a bead on the Gordon Browning Museum. As a child I scrambled all over it. Now, from my office just across the corner, I seldom see a child around it.

Snow scene
This is looking straight across the street from where I live

This is the same view shrouded in growing darkness

Granny and Pap's Old House on Paris Avenue
This old house on Paris Avenue at the jucture with Paris Pike was my grandparent's until the death of my grandmother in 1985. I pass the house every day and it seems strange that Granny is not sitting on the front porch waving to passing friends and neighbors. I have many fond memories of the old house.

The Main Intersection in Town
US Highway 79 and State Route 22 meet at this junction. This "strip" area of town along Highway 79 (Higland Drive) has been the major focal point of growth in recent years. When I was a child the road stopped at the intersection and that west of the view was all a cow pasture. Now "Golden Arches" shine in the background.

The Main City Park on Como Street
This is a scene of the fish pond with picnic pavilion in the background at the city's largest public park on Como Street. Also rising up in the distance is a new water tank for the north side of town. The park has a number of ball fields, a playground area and lots of room to just lounge around on a summer day. A number of events, such at the "Festival of Freedom" held on July 4, take place at the park.

Jim Chandler reading on WHDM Radio Saturday, April 29

Bob Newton once again invited me to appear on his Saturday morning show. I spent about a half and hour reading seven poems and talking about poetry in general.