Granville Celebrates Its Past
The historic steamboat town of Granville, on the Cumberland River, has witnessed an astonishing evolution in its lifetime. Driving into town on a Saturday afternoon you may find yourself blinking. Men sit on benches on the porch outside the old T.B. Sutton General Store telling yarns. Across the road a glimpse in the window reveals a barber preparing his customer for a close shave with a cut-throat razor.
“I don’t want to miss the ice cream,” I tell my guide, Chris Neeley, long-time resident and board member of the Granville Museum, as he shepherds me into the emporium opposite the Ice Cream Shop. “They close at 3 p.m., don’t they?” “You won’t,” he reassures me with a laugh. “They’re not going anywhere.” A little while later I understand. When we enter, the scene is frozen in time. A rough and tumble pair sit at the saloon table with a bottle of Dickel Whisky, eyes fixed on their hands of cards. A young girl and boy perch on stools at the ice cream counter. A fallen chocolate-covered ice cream cone lies upside down on the floor. They are all mannequins (“scarecrows”). I have stepped into a time warp. - See more Granville Celebrates Its Past