Unfolding the Map
Click on Thumbnail for MapMore bang for your click today, as we'll go through three places, but unfortunately, they pass in the blink of an eye. His goal is Jonesboro (Jonesborough in Google Maps), our next post. I'm sure I'll have something to say about these two places. To locate them, click the map thumbnail.
Book Quote
"Snow plastered the highway markers, so I watched the compass and guessed. The road to Jonesboro via Whitesburg and Chuckey wound about hillocks of snowy trees and houses puffing chimney smoke. It was like riding through a Currier and Ives monochrome. Meadowlarks, fluffing full, crouching on fenceposts, held their song for the sun. A crooked sign: ICE COLD WATERMELON.
"The highway was once a stage route of inns, but the buildings that had withstood the Civil War weren't surviving the economics of this century. East of Bulls Gap, surveyor's pennants snapped in the wind. Another blue road about to join the times. Taverns and creaky Gen. Mdse. stores (two gas pumps and mongrel on the porch) were going for frontage-road minisupers. The rill running back and forth under the highway, of course, would have to be straightened to conform to the angles and gradients of the engineers.
"Highway as analog: social engineers draw blueprints to straighten treacherous and inefficient switchbacks of men with old, curvy notions; taboo engineers lay out federally approved culverts to drain the overflow of passions; mind engineers bulldoze ups and downs to make men level-headed. Whitman: 'O public road, you express me better than I can express myself.'"
Blue Highways: Part 1, Chapter 18
Abandoned train station in Chuckey, Tennessee
Whitesburg, Bulls Gap and Chuckey, Tennessee
Whitesburg, Bulls Gap and Chuckey are but blips on the map and were probably seen as a flash as LHM drove through them. What information I could find on them will be at the bottom of the page.
What draws me to these passages is the nature of the road that LHM is trying to convey. Scenery that looks like Currier and Ives monochromes is one thing. But the road serves as a gathering place. Along the road, homes and businesses establish themselves, like cells along arteries in the human body. Where homes and businesses congregate, towns and cities are established. The road is a vital link between humanity and economy, and therefore the road itself becomes a metaphor at once for the similarity of human activity and interest, and the sameness of our motivations even in our differences.
LHM lifts a passage from Walt Whitman's Song of the Open Road. In the poem, Whitman extols the road and all of its characteristics, from the physical to the metaphysical. In this one passage, Whitman praises the public road as a means of common use:
Here the profound lesson of reception, neither preference nor denial;
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
They pass - I also pass - anything passes - none can be interdicted;
None but are accepted - none but are dear to me.
In some ways, the road is truly the great equalizer. It is the most public of our public works. We argue over taxes for unemployment, government social programs and military funding, but nobody argues about the need for government to maintain the highways. We all use them. We all feel the joy of riding over smooth roads, and the jarring jolts of roads not well maintained.
However, how we use the roads has changed since Whitman's time. Use of the road was at a slower pace. You were only as fast as your fastest horse, and your horse would tire after a while. In traveling the roads, one had to meet people. One had had a bit more time to notice the variations in scenery and terrain. One couldn't avoid talking to people on the roads. There was more time to peruse businesses. There was more need sometimes to depend on the kindness of strangers. The road was not only a economic necessity, but a communal experience.
Now, cars fly by at 75 miles per hour on the interstates, and 55-65 mph on LHM's blue highways. One can pass hours in an untiring car, limited only by the amount of fuel it can hold and the miles per gallon it achieves, without ever talking to another person. In our self-contained, air conditioned cocoons, we can zip through towns and barely register them. We need pay no attention to the businesses that make the livelihoods of local folks. We may even get annoyed if we have to talk to anyone at all.
Progress smoothes out the rough roads, straightens the turns, fills in the dips and levels the rises, making sure that variation doesn't slow us down and makes us, as LHM says, "level-headed." Any turns still left are gripped with hi-tech tires that allow us to get around them faster so that we can get where we are going quicker. Stereo systems and GPS units and DVD players turn our attention from outward to inward. The road is faster, more economical, and less communal.
I am just stating fact, not making a judgment. This progress has fueled our economic progress. We are a huge nation, which ordinarily might be an impediment to development and was to ours for almost a century and a half. Our economic power, the biggest the world has ever seen, was built partly on the basis of our ability to move goods and ourselves over our highways and roads from place to place cheaply and efficiently.
And yet, in this progress, might we miss the big picture? In zipping from place to place in our insular states, might we miss things that would be good for us to see, hear and experience? Might we benefit from a slower pace? Perhaps we don't want to go back to horses and carriages, but maybe we should take a blue highway or two, slow down, and let the road express us more sanely than we allow ourselves to be expressed normally. As Whitman writes in Song of the Open Road:
Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe - I have tried it - my own feet have tried it well.
If you want to know more about Whitesburg, Bulls Gap and Chuckey
Bulls Gap Railroad Museum
Civil War Battle of Bulls Gap
Wikipedia: Bulls Gap
Wikipedia: Chuckey
Wikipedia: Whitesburg
Next up: Jonesboro (Jonesborough), Tennessee