For as far back as I can remember, my family has had close ties to the area surrounding Ashville, NC. My mother spent most of her high school years there, and one of her brothers got married and never left. Some of my earliest memories are from Biltmore House, the home of George Vanderbilt and is family, the largest privately-owned home in America. We would visit up to two or three times a year. While we always visited the house, my family tried to avoid the city of Ashville itself.
Finally, when I was fourteen, I convinced my mother to allow us to expand our explorations into Biltmore Village, a small town –now part of Ashville- which was founded to house the builders of Biltmore House. As we wandered around looking at storefronts
Biddleville like many “ring villages”, was a community that shared a distinct southern uniqueness in that
Since it is one of the largest privately owned house in the U.S., it attracts a lot of tourists. About one million tourist visit this house each year. Before a railroad was built near the city in 1880, Asheville was relatively quiet . After the railroad was built, tourists began visiting the city. Of these tourist was George Washington Vanderbilt. He was visiting the city with his mother to find aid for her chronic malaria. At that time, Asheville was known to have a “healing environment” due to its altitude and climate.
As you walk down the streets of Arcadia, Nebraska, you look from side to side and see nothing more than a quiet little town. What you probably aren’t aware of is the history behind this “little town”. Arcadia is built off of determination, character, and distinctiveness. As you make your way down Main Street, you start to grasp a glimpse of the past. Arcadia, Nebraska is a village with quite a story to tell. Not many people know how Arcadia was founded or even how it came to be. Arcadia has dealt with struggles and overcome tragedies, whereas most towns simply would have died away. In addition to the charm of Arcadia’s perseverance, there are also many fun
My hometown, Linglestown, Pennsylvania was founded originally in 1765 in Paxton Township. The land was bought by Thomas Lingle to develop a 90-plot living, working, and studying community for newly arriving European settlers. He called his new settlement “The Town of St. Thomas,” after his namesake “St. Thomas,” the disciple. In 1811, when Mr. Lingle passed away, he was buried in Wenrich’s Church Cemetery. The cemetery still remains behind the St. Thomas United Church of Christ at the east end of the Linglestown Square. Soon after, village and area residents started calling the village “Lingle’s town.” The official name changed to Linglestown soon after (Linglestown History, nd).
However, with the use of limestone, Vanderbilt had to seek out skilled stonemasons or “stonecutters.” George and Edith Vanderbilt established an educational program to teach new trades and educate the local children known as the Biltmore Company. Schools were created to teach new forms of needlework woodwork, and other crafts. The newfound influence and education among the citizens of Asheville created new industries and businesses that increased the productivity of the middle class. Thus, the creation of the Biltmore Company was becoming more beneficial to the community; and raised population and morale of the middle and working class. The Biltmore Village was designed to be an autonomous residential and business community for the Biltmore workers. Although, the village was built to help aid the workers it also was their home. The Biltmore Village included around 40 residential cottages, a school for their children, a church, a hospital, a train station, and many other amenities. Along with these gracious conveniences, this miniature community also had electricity, which was uncommon during this time. The Biltmore Village was an independent and self-sustaining community, and was known as “A Millionaire’s Village.” The Biltmore Village was built to present an attractive introduction to the entrance of the Biltmore and was met with the community’s beautifully designed local church. All
I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.
Roadville is predominantly white community. Roadville in home to several generations of mill workers. The younger generations yearn for a better life, a life beyond the mill. They harbor resentment toward the unionization, and blacks in the mills runs high. Most of the young people in Roadville could care less about life in the mills. They are looking for ways to move ahead in life and further their education to obtain jobs outside of the mill. Trackton is a majority black community. Trackton similarly to Roadville residents consider the mill work temporary and have dreams for better working conditions. Both believe in educating their children and education
My old house was a huge part of my childhood. I lived there for 10 years. All of my childhood memories were made at.
I have spent copious amounts of time in communities stricken with low socioeconomic statuses, less fortunate than the usual neighborhoods I see in Pikesville. The experiences has engrained a strong moral compass into me, leading me to have a solid goal; of beautifying and bettering areas of destitute.
Well the week of our trip to Memphis Tennessee had finally arrived ! My colleagues Beverly,
The summers of 2013, I went to Cedar Point. It was me, my brother, my mom, dad, and my dad’s friend. My dad said, “we are going to get on all of us the roller coasters” and the rest of us said “ok.”
The lack of color on the television show Pleasantville describes a lot more than our technological advancements, it artistically captures the lack of free will we once had. Breaking free from their shells of self awareness the people of Pleasantville start to display their true colors so to speak. The distinct changes or unusual new found attitudes stirring up inside pleasantville remind myself of our very own past here in the united states over the last century or so.
One year ago this morning on April 11/2016 I arrived to Charlotte, North Carolina after four day trip on Amtrack train. From San Jose, California to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Have you ever been to Atlanta,Georgia before?The time i went to Atlanta,Georgia was month I have ever had. I got to hangout with my cousins,family,and friends. We had so much fun with them because we did something so much fun.We went to Atlanta,Georgia to go visit people.
One cold, dreadful winter day in November, the wind was biting at our faces, high in the Ouachita mountains at Ash Creek deer camp, I would have to face my most dreaded fear. I would be faced with losing the person that means the uttermost to me.