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I miss living Maynardville, TN where there were never any lines and you just walked in and stepped up to the counter and they knew me and I could take care of business in a couple of minutes and just walk out the door. There is something to be said for living in a small town.


That's the way it is here. Most pleasant. And since the courthouse is only a block from my front door I don't even have to drive. I walked over with my huge mail-in election ballot last month and saved $1.44. I love our courthouse. I hope they never tear it down ever. My mother used to work in the basement for the Welfare Office before she moved to a federal job at the Farmer's Administration office above the post office.

It was standing there in all its glory when we moved to Chadron in 1945 and still looks wonderful. A couple years ago the Chamber of Commerce began sponsoring a program where different businesses donate Christmas trees and send staff to decorate them and compete for best tree. I need to get over there and see it this year and make it one of my holiday highlights instead of hiding away. Maybe I will this year. Go inside the courthouse, wander through the Christmas tree forest, enjoy the lights and decorations, the marble floors, the smell of the pine.

Hey Art, speaking of Maynardville, as you were, do you know the song Girl From Knoxville? It is sort of like In the Pines, a haunting tune and tale of an age-old murder. In this song it is the murderer singing:

I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town
I thought of how she cheated me so I knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry
Oh please my dear don't kill me here, I'm not prepare to die

She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around me, with inner blood did flow
I took her by her golden curls, and I dragged her round and round
Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town
Go down, go down you Knoxville girl, with the dark and rovin' eyes

from The Louvin Brothers' album Tragic Songs of Life

P. S.
Some history:
"The Knoxville Girl" is an Appalachian murder ballad. It is derived from the 19th century Irish ballad The Wexford Girl, itself derived from the earlier English ballad "The Oxford Girl". Other versions are known as the "Waxweed Girl", "The Wexford Murder". These are in turn derived from Elizabethan era poem or broadside ballad, "The Cruel Miller".

Although the lyrics are less explicit than those for "The Wexford Girl", the song is generally considered to be creepier or spookier in its rendition.
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