Where is locust ridge tennessee

You then proceed 1. Going over a creek bridge after the turn, you follow this road another 1. As you drive, the valleys keep narrowing and the houses become much fewer and farther between. On this latest road there is no evidence of habitation for a while. Then you pass a couple of brick houses and a white one just before making another right turn into a dark wooded valley via Henrytown Road. You pass another rotting log cabin, this one with lots of yellow-dirt chinking showing, as you follow Locust Ridge Road for 1.

Just past the church, you make your last turn and start six-tenths of a mile down an even narrower gravel road that descends a very steep hill and then veers left at the bottom past a ramshackle pole barn showing the ravages of weather. Suddenly up there ahead, at the very end of the road, you see it: a little tin-roofed house--unoccupied at present, but well taken care of--with a front porch idealized by the one at Dollywood. No wonder. That was the Tennessee Mountain Home.

The road that leads to it was gated off, and the house appeared to be unoccupied, but well-tended. The family speculated on the effect that growing up in a setting so majestic, but also inaccessible and lonely, must have had on Dolly. This remarkable Appalachian woman acquired a unique view of life in these hills.

The Galbreaths felt they had gained a new insight into the mindset of this national treasure. Visitors enter from a front porch. Guests marvel that Dolly, her parents, and 10 siblings lived in this small space. The kitchen walls are covered with floral wallpaper and old newspapers. The table is set and a kettle sits on the stove. By the stove are a broom and a butter churn. In the bedroom lace curtains hang in the window and there are wooden toys under the bed. Several photographs of her parents are in the bedroom.