The Soul of Knoxville?

Having lived in several other towns in Tennessee, I have always felt that Knoxville had its own “feel” and obviously, since it’s where I chose to settle down, it’s a feel I like. To me, I think it boils down to the friendliness of the people and the town. It seems to be more than the stereotypical southern friendliness — my relatives from middle Tennessee who are certainly no strangers to small town southern charms comment on how friendly and happy a place this is whenever they come to visit. Where that laid back friendly attitude comes from, I can’t say, and whether it’s the soul of Knoxville, I don’t know. But I do know that I like it.

We see glimpses of “the soul of Knoxville” whenever people come out of their isolated neighborhoods to spend time with others enjoying a common interest: sporting events, music, the arts, cultural events, educational events, etc.

When we say the “soul of a city” we often mean how the city feels when interacting with others we meet. In that vain I will answer the question this way. Knoxville’s soul is complicated and multi-leveled. One the surface we see a family town, wrapped in the trapping of all the nice and safe things most crave. We are cordial with those we encounter, smile and say all the ‘right’ things, but then how many times do we mix with those who are opposite of us outside of a work setting.

I have lived on and off in Knoxville for more than 20 years and have friends of all types and kinds, that stems from living other than here.

I do see things changing for the better, more cultures are building deep relationships, becoming friends instead of acquaintances, and that will continue to build the “soul” of this city.

When you say “soul of a city” I am thinking of the deep essence of a person. What is the deep essence or vital life of this city? For me one way to think about it is through what Robert Bellah once called a “community of memory.” What is the story, the collected stories, the embedded and embodied memories in the buildings, photographs, land and even blood of the people here?

I moved here in 1974 at ten years old. Born in New York and raised in New Jersey. Yet when we moved to Knoxville, I told everyone that I was going home. My relatives all lived here. And even as a child, I had some sense of exile from my people. This city is home. I’ve moved away and come back. And yet, I have an ambivalence about the city as well. Some folks used to call it “Notsville.” And that’s what it felt like: the place where you stop going forward. I have many friends whose ministries ended in this city.

And yet, I also love this city. The smell of Kern’s bakery or JFG coffee. The funny and odd little World’s Fair Park. The gradual reawakening in Market Square Mall. Recently, I had a business meeting off 6th Avenue. I was early, so I drove up and down the nearby neighborhoods, and I was taken back by the simple beauty of places I had forgot. Maybe part of discovering the soul is simply visiting the very city where we live and meeting the people who live around us.

I can feel a difference in myself when i am in different locations. I think places have an energy about them created by the people in them. If your sensitive to them you can breath a place in and let it tell you about its soul. At least as it relates to you.

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