3650 Petersburg Rd. . . . . . . Louisville, KY. . . . . . . 40218
Growing up through my school years, I was never a big history fan at all. It may be because it was all for a grade and then maybe it was because it did not affect me. But for some reason as I grow older, history has become an interesting topic to me. Family history being very important to me and Newburg history has really become an interest. I was born and raised in the Newburg area, and spent most of my early years in the Old Broadmore / New Broadmore subdivisions. "New Additions" to some folk. I have been known to kick it in H-Mart, Lincoln Park, Rangeland, and as far off as Norfork (when it was the 3 court apartment complex). I can remember being in Newburg park when every night in the summer there was a softball game going on. Not just on one field but on all three fields. Men's leagues, Co-ed leagues, ladies leagues and the Boys and Girls club leagues. With the voice of George Unseld, sounding out all over Newburg, on the mic, "Let's all go to the lobby, let's all go to the lobby. To get a hotdog and a ice cold pop." I can remember going to the park for lunches in the summer during day camp at the Boys and Girls Club. I can remember when Newburg day was a day of reflection and Newburg historians coming out, sitting back and telling stories of when Newburg was really "New".
There have been many days I have set back and listened to my grandfather tell stories of his childhood. You know the main story told at the dinner table at Christmas "I walked 10 miles to school both ways up hill, and if the creek was flooded then it was 15." Each year there was a mile or two added, some shoes that had "thin" cardboard for soles, or the snow was so deep they had to carry a shovel to make it through. But to me they were good times, because it was from a time that will never be again. It was the life of my grandfather. It was my past, my beginnings, my history.
Over the years I have come to learn so much about Newburg from so many of the original "O.G.'s" from the 50's 60's and 70's. I never knew of the stores that were in the minds of these "Newburgians". The stories of streets and neighborhoods, that were once hang outs, hot spots or were they grew up, were destroyed in the late 190s, when urban-renewal programs came in to do away with the old and create something new. Urban renewal's plan was to get rid of the unpaved roads, provide light to unlit streets, and remove substandard housing and outhouses. It was all replaced by sidewalks, sewers, new roads, a community center and more than 100 new homes. But since then so much has changed in the community, some for the good and some for the not so good. Sometimes it is strange to drive down Indian Tr. and not see the old Newburg Elementary school that so many of us in our 30's on up attended. To see how Turners Liquor store has moved from one corner to another and changed management all together. How softball in the park has changed to more soccer in the park. Times have truly changed.
I have been with my father and other family members sitting in the park on a July Saturday talking about a street called Jewels Lane, which to us younger generation Newburg decedents, is now known as the Tennis courts at the park. Then many stories of how life was in the Burg when my dad was in his teens and 20's. Who he listened to and learned from: Big Charles Unseld, Mr. Goodwin, Ms. Birdie Davis, and many more I may not have heard about. I learned about the "Blue Bus." When he attended high school at Fern Creek (which is where I graduated from high school as well) he played football. After practice they would catch the "Blue Bus" home after football practice. But if you missed the Blue Bus then it was a long walk from Fern Creek High School back to the Burg.
In listening to those stories of the early Newburg, I learned that I am a descendent of Mrs. Eliza Curtis Hundly Tivis. I was excited, impressed and honored. But most of all I really felt my connection to Newburg. Sure, I grew up in the Newburg, but I was raised on knowing one side of my blood line, tracing back to Birmingham, Alabama. But now I know and can say that I am a true decedent of Newburg. Like Alex Hailey, author of "Roots", only half of his family story was aired on national T.V. for all to see. The other half he wrote about in his book "Queen." Now I can say that I am complete in knowing my complete family history. Plant some Alabama southern hospitality with some Newburg flare and my roots grow deep in Newburg.
And the story goes on . . .