This is the road I lived on for nearly all of my childhood. It’s now called Warrensburg Road, presumably because it ran between Russellville and Warrensburg, a town I never knew existed until the road was named for it. That’s been fairly recently. It was called either Three Springs Road or Fall Creek Road back in the day.
The image above is just before the second bridge over Fall Creek, the first one being back the other way, north across the railroad bridge and down the hill toward US 11E. My old home is just on the north side of the first bridge.
I suspect that Warrensburg Road probably had other names, like for example Stagecoach Road, at some point, and almost certainly Depot Street. The same road on the north side of US 11E even now is called Depot Street, and it runs from the highway to Old Russellville Pike, the original road that was replaced by 11E. The depot itself was located up the hill by the railroad tracks on south side of the highway. Doesn’t seem the town fathers would have named a road “Depot Street” unless it went to the depot. On the other hand, there is a Dodson Ferry Road that runs straight along the side of a ridge nowhere near even a creek, much less a body of water that would require a ferry.
Turns out Warrensburg is one of the oldest villages in Greene County, next door to my home county. It sits a little more than half a mile from the Nolichucky River. According to Google Maps, there’s even a Warrensburg Airport, or perhaps was at one time, but I’m not so sure about that one. It just looks like a big empty field to me. There is, however, a Warrensburg Community Center. At least there was. I found an address but have yet to locate the actual spot.
Warrensburg’s single claim to fame is the Bible Covered Bridge, one of only five such structures that still survive in Tennessee — although this one has been significantly changed since its construction in 1923 on private land belonging to E.A. Bible. Seventeen years after its construction, Greene County paid the family $750 to make the bridge and road public.
My home town was once a thriving little community as well, originally in Jefferson County but plopped into Hamblen County when that was formed in 1870. It was never even incorporated though. When it came time to name a county seat, a wealthy fellow living in nearby Morristown donated land for the courthouse, and that was all she wrote.