Old Louisville, St, James Court, Victorian Era Homes

The St. James-Belgravia Historic District, within Old Louisville, was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1972. It comprises St. James Court (north) and the Belgravia Court (south). It was the site of the Southern Exposition, and is bordered to the north by the scenic Central Park, a popular summer destination of Shakespeare in the Park patrons. The area is famous for the St. James Court Art Show that takes place the first weekend of October, and attracts thousands of visitors, artisans, and craftsmen. The Belgravia area features houses inspired by its namesake in London, England, and has no immediate street access, as it is a "walking court" with a green area instead of a street where the main entrances face. It features two important houses: the Conrad-Caldwell House, and the Pink Palace.

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Photo, Mary C Smith

Christmas of Old

Season of Love

Changing Seasons

 Photo by Mary Christopher Smith

Christmas Past

 The past is a term used to indicate the totality of events which occurred before a given point in time. The past is contrasted with and defined by the present and the future. The concept of the past is derived from the linear fashion in which human observers experience time, and is accessed through memory and recollection. In addition, human beings have recorded the past since the advent of written language.
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By the Cabin Door

My Old Kentucky Home State Park - 2012

My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home

'Tis summer, the people are gay

The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom

While the birds make music all the day



The young folks roll on the little cabin floor

All merry, all happy and bright

By'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door

Then my old Kentucky home, good night



Chorus

Weep no more, my lady

Oh, weep no more today

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home

For the old Kentucky home far away



They hunt no more for possum and the coon

On the meadow, the hill, and the shore

They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon

On the bench by the old cabin door



The day goes by like a shadow o're the heart

With sorrow where all was delight

The time has come when the people have to part

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night



The head must bow and the back will have to bend

Wherever the darkey may go

A few more days, and the trouble all will end

In the field where the sugar-canes grow



A few more days for to tote the weary load

No matter, 'twill never be light

A few more days till we totter on the road

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night