Welcome to Lynnville, TN

Last week my mother and I took an hour and a half drive south to an old railroad town called Lynnville, TN. With windows down and my car moving at a rate of about 40 mph (my favorite speed for back roads) we took in rolling hills, horse farms, cow pastures and old barns.

I can't help but wonder when looking at those old barns (about ready to collapse) when it was built, who built it, how long they farmed there and if the person living on the residence now is somehow related to them.

We also spotted an old tavern that had been devastated by fire some time ago. It was gorgeous against the skyline with vines growing up the side. A building that deserved at the very least to have its photo taken for all it had been through.

As we made our way into the little town of Lynnville, the town folks waved as we drove by. We stopped at the local train station and peeped into small businesses as it was Saturday late afternoon and most were closed. One place definitely open was the soda shop. It was alive with burgers, shakes, and music. We made our way in and I ordered the most fattening thing I could find on the menu (isn't that what you're supposed to do?) This place had all the old decor so I snapped a few more photos inside.

Mom sat next to a seventy-something year old guy that reminded me of "Goober Pyle" aka George Lindsey. We watched people, listened to the music and just took in all that Lynnville had to offer.