I grew up in Frankfort, Kentucky. My appreciation for Frankfort’s beauty and history grows with each passing year. It’s such a small city that I would have a hard time ever living there again, but life can be pretty sweet…
I wandered the deserted streets of downtown Frankfort, Kentucky — my hometown — on Thanksgiving morning. It was an absurdly gorgeous day. I wore a light jacket when I left the house but ended up carrying it — that’s how warm it was.
Last year I posted a similar tour, but, while there are a few duplicate shots, that gallery was mostly on the south side of the Kentucky River in neighborhood closer to the “new” capitol.
Obama won Elliott County in Eastern Kentucky, which has less than 8,000 people and is over 99 percent white. Elliott has apparently voted for the Democrat in every presidential race since the county was founded in 1869. That’s the longest winning streak for any party in any county in the country. But it was close this year, with Obama beating Romney 1,186 to 1,126.
The Kentucky State Capitol, in all its fall beauty in the picture by Hannah Reel posted by the Frankfort State Journal
My memories begin on the west side of town, when we lived in the Meadows, a then-new suburban neighborhood. We had a big yard, a big basement, several great trees — all on a quiet dead end street that had enough slope to be perfect for biking and other activities. Like so many suburban areas that are now a few decades old, Knollwood Street and those around it aren’t as impressive as they used to be. The housing boom fueled growth in other areas, with bigger — if not necessarily better built — homes with master suites and more bathrooms.
