Showing posts with label Newport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Newport. Show all posts

Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Old Banks

Hm, August has not been a good month for Time Fishing. Anyway, my last post (most likely) for August! But not my last post forever.

Today I'm going to talk about banks. Not banks that look like this:



But banks that look like this:



This is the original Bank of Searcy, which I've mentioned before. Old banks tend to be monumental and neoclassical, usually austere and colossal to evoke feelings of strength and resolve. Though most of the time these buildings are not banks anymore, having either failed or gotten absorbed into a corporation (the Bank of Searcy eventually became Regions), their ageless shells still tend to remain in downtown areas.



Here is one of my favorites, haunting desolate downtown Newport. It's an imposing Roman temple, proclaiming its power to streets long deserted. These buildings, though forboding, remind me of a time when a person could call a bank and speak to an actual banker, rather than navigating a labyrinth of pre-recorded phrases.



One of my favorite towns for old banks has been Mt. Carmel, a town very close to my wife's hometown of Albion, IL. I found at least four of these old guys on the city's main street.



This building, whose ingrained letters simply read "Bank," dwarfs the crumbling shop it shares a block with. I have a feeling that this row used to be a bit more substantial.


The Mt. Carmel Trust & Savings Bank, its identity betrayed by the gorgeous carved letters on its facade, distinguishes itself from the other downtown banks with its hard-edged pilasters rather than rounded ionic columns.



This bank, its identity lost except for its date of construction, features two floors of ionic columns and a pair of carved draperies near the top of the facade. The idea of a hair salon in this building seems humorously disparate.



This "American National Bank" (also pictured at the top of the Mt. Carmel section) uses two-story ionic columns and tall, spartan windows to create feelings of power and fortitude.

Most banks of this nature have been replaced by comparatively faceless big-corporation bank systems, but in a few places in the nation (Maine) the locals have kept their old buildings in order. Here's my last example.



Hyde Block (built when the term "Block" actually meant "Building") is still home to the Bath Savings Institution and probably could whip all of the other bank buildings on this page in a round of fisticuffs. It's a combination of Italianate and Gothic Revival styles, and probably some other things I don't recognize. Note the old vault alarm: it's the little black box with the white face on the right side of the building, just above where the white stone changes to brick.

So there's my little vent of Old Is Better Than New for the end of August. Let's see if we can make it through September, okay?

-Jonesy

Friday, July 17, 2009

Portrait of Newport

After driving north from Searcy on 67, drivers will eventually pass a town called Newport. Newport lies between Searcy and Walnut Ridge (where 67 abruptly terminates). It's a moderately large town for the area, having around 8,000 inhabitants.

Like most moderately large towns around here, it has a historic (and crumbling) downtown district. I've already shared the town's train station, which lies in the center of the district. The city is an old crossroads; it's right on a junction of the White River and was later made into a major railroad junction. In fact, the city was the site of extreme economic prosperity up until around the 1950s and 60s.



The Arkansas Encyclopedia reports, "Newport has been negatively influenced by problems common to the Arkansas Delta region. Mechanization of agriculture and an economy of scale that promotes large corporate farming have caused land loss in the rural population. Limited employment opportunities have caused out-migration and restricted growth. The dense retail activity formerly concentrated along Front Street has diminished."

Thus Newport remains another snapshot of life from 60 years ago, and I suppose it will until folks start moving closer together again. Newport still has its original (beautiful) courthouse:



One of the more interesting bits of Newport's history also comes out of its highly successful post-war years. Attracted by the economic prosperity of the city, a young man named Sam Walton opened a Ben Franklin in the city's downtown.



Though it's home to something else now, this corner store is where Walton started his business career. Thankfully the new owners aren't ignorant to history, and though they have remodeled the building into something nameless, they did erect a little shrine to Walton's business in the corner window. In there are several pictures and items from the time when Walton walked those streets.

The fascinating thing is the reason why Ben Franklin no longer inhabits this building. Walton eventually got in trouble with the higher ups at Ben Franklin for the way he was running the business, and as a result moved to Bentonville with plans for his own super-store. I think we know how that turned out.

Once Wal-Mart was tearing up America's countrysides, Walton decided to move back into Newport with his own guns. Shoppers took to the new store and Ben Franklin had to close its doors.

The little plaque in front of the corner store reads:

"On this corner Samuel Moore Walton opened a Ben Franklin store September 1, 1945. So began a sales career that has culminated in the greatest retailing story in history. This store became, in less than five years, the gross sales leader among all Arkansas Ben Franklin stores. The sales genius of Sam M. Walton, at this location for five years, moved to Bentonville, Arkansas in the spring of 1950, later to grow into today's Wal-Mart."

Perhaps Walton's exodus from Newport is analogous to the town's descent into desolation.



-Jonesy

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

More Train Stations



I have, of course, been dutifully snooping out train stations wherever I go. This continued snooping revealed to me that I have led you, the readers, astray! Yes, the building at the corner of Beebe Capps and Main that I mentioned in a previous post is NOT, in fact, the Searcy train station. It is undoubtedly a former train building (as the nearby tracks and loading docks declare), but the actual depot lies just a few feet away on Main Street. It is so devoid of visible train-features that I have missed it up until now.



The depot, the last remaining of (I think) three depots which once stood in Searcy, is a completely unassuming building. In hindsight, it displays many more of the qualities of a depot than the larger building on Beebe Capps and Main, but is much smaller than even the depot in Bald Knob. I'm not sure if this is representative of Bald Knob once being a more prosperous city, or if it just means a smaller railroad owned this depot (I know for a fact that it wasn't owned by Missouri Pacific, for example). There is a rustic wooden loading dock hidden away on the side of the building, visible only for those with hawk-like eyes for railroad paraphernalia. Not me, in other words. Here a couple of different views of the building:



Though the decrepit nature of the depot would seem to indicate its vacancy, this sign near the front door claims otherwise:



While I don't see Searcy's railroad potential going up any day (or year) soon, this depot makes me just a little more hopeful.

I'm not done yet, though; there are a few more depots to talk about.



A much earlier trip to Newport, Arkansas (original stomping ground of one Sam Walton; more on that another time) revealed their gorgeous and well-maintained train station in an otherwise moldering downtown sector. Like most depots in this area, it's in the traditional Italianate style, complete with large decorative brackets. I would postulate that the depot in Searcy had brackets at one point, but given its present condition, nobody really cared to maintain them. The depot seems to be home to some sort of meeting/event hall these days, but the trappings of railroad life lie all around it. Here are some more views:



The last station I'd like to talk about is one of the largest I've seen in my life. It's Union Station in Little Rock.



According to Amtrak's web site, Little Rock's Union Station was built in 1921 after a fire destroyed the original building. It also once held a record for being the largest station hosting only one railroad. As you might have gathered, it's the first station I've mentioned on this site which is actually still in use as a station. Amtrak loads its intermittent passenger cars from here, with it and Walnut Ridge being the only two stations left in operation in Arkansas. Boo. I don't have an altogether wonderful picture of Union Station in its entirety, so here's a link to Amtrak's page on it. Meanwhile, enjoy another picture of the station's magnificent tower.



-Jonesy

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Snapshots

I have quite a few things I've got on the front burners, but today I'm just going to share some pictures that don't really fit in anywhere else. I have a feeling this theme will be revisited again in the future as well. As always, click to enlarge.



Train bridge (formerly a swinging bridge), Judsonia



Gutted building, McRae



Texas Illinois Motel, Highway 367 near Bald Knob



Burgler Alarm, former First National Bank, Newport



Mural, former train bridge, Crossville IL



Courthouse, Newport



Jeep, Tuckerman



Pile of train track crossbeams, Conway



University of Arkansas, Batesville



Foamhenge, Natural Bridge VA.

Also let this serve as a note that yes, I am documenting things that come from places other than Arkansas. Because come on folks, Arkansas isn't the center of the universe.

-Jonesy