Memories of the KNOX County Poorhouse by: Chuck Ballard
there was a poorhouse in Knoxville. I visited there when a boy with my
mother. We had a friend, a Granny West, who had lived in a room of my
cousin’s house on West Scott Street before going out there.
remember my mother sent me to take food and wood to her when I was a
boy. I used to sing and talk to her and try to cheer her up. Her
children had all deserted her. She had a daughter as I recall. Her name
was Annie. Mrs. West reminded me of the old song “Rocking Along In an
Old Rocking Chair” by Eddy Arnold. She gave to me a little song book
which her father carried with him when he was a boy. It was her most
prized possession. I was greatly honored.
met an old Cherokee man there, I remember his last words to me. He said,
“My son, I don’t know if we will ever meet again in this life. If we
don’t, let us meet up above (heaven).” He was a beautiful person
with long white hair down to his shoulders. I will never forget him or
don’t know why there are no records of the Home or the people there. I
would like to know all about my friends there and where they are buried.
If any one finds out, will you please let me know.