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My ancestors’ home and business, Wohlwend Brothers Farm, was on Armstrong Ferry Road just west of the river. The last house they occupied is still there (it was built after its predecessor was destroyed by a Christmas Eve fire in the late 1920s). And my friend Bill Armstrong still owns the island that divides the Holston a few hundred yards downstream from his ancestors’ house.
My dad told the story of fishing after dark with some friends at the road’s end when a car came flying down the road into the river. As the drunken occupants were helped from their sinking automobile, one of them indignantly said “Why didn’t they put up a sign that said the ferry was closed?” My dad’s response was “Man couldn’t see a river sure couldn’t see a sign.”