Every so often you stumble across a blog that just resonates with you. It becomes a daily read and you’re disappointed when the blogger goes too long without posting. For me, one of those bloggers is Ellie over at The Daily Smoke. Ellie’s an American living in London and her blog entries feature her own beautiful black and white photography. I picture Ellie and her significant other (she refers to him as My Man) as living in a very elegant, very posh house. Remember the house that Hugh Grant’s sister lived in in Notting Hill…all white and pristine? That’s where I picture Ellie.
The point of all this is that every day Ellie walks or rides or jogs past some of London’s most recognizable and historic sights. It makes me wonder about living in town that’s full of tourists walking around with their cameras and guidebooks and maps.
And then I remembered that I do live in a town like that.
No…I’m not comparing Franklin (founded in 1799) with London (founded A.D. 43). But tourism is our No. 1 industry. You see the people from out-of-town wandering down the streets, taking self-guided walking tours or shopping for antiques. They take pictures of the antebellum homes and think about Scarlett O’Hara and the Civil War and wonder about hoop skirts and belles. You have to remember not to honk at them when they’re gawking because they are spending money in your town.
I would love to be a tour guide. I would love taking people around town and telling them my stories. Or stories that I’ve heard from others. And I might make up a few too.
Oh…there’s a ghost of a Confederate soldier that haunts that house over there…the Yankees cut off his left arm and he bled to death in the dining room.
Look…see that big oak tree over there? That’s the hanging tree…16 men died on that branch right there.
That brick house on the corner…the one with the big porch…there’s a legend that there’s a secret room where the family hid all their valuables during the war. They all died and no one has ever found the room.
See…wouldn’t that be an interesting tour? How much would you pay? And best of all, it would be different every day, so you could take it again and again.
If you want a personal–but not necessarily factual–tour of Franklin, let me know. Why let the truth get in the way of a good story?