DAY 82: HUMBLE HOME

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...

Check out this mailbox - it says "Humble"!

 And now check out the house. Yep! Pretty humble...

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This home along Barber's Mill Road in Lebanon certainly does appear to be a "Humble" home, in more ways than one.

But I learned something about this place from our former Marion County Judge Executive, Dave Hourigan.

According to Dave, the Humble family owns this property, and more - all over Kentucky. Their holdings here extend from the aforementioned road to behind Marion County High School; and hidden from view (except from behind MCHS - if you look closely) is one of the oldest and most majestic homes in our county. You can't get to the "real" Humble house from any open road...

Dave Hourigan told me once that he would sell everything he owned if he only had a chance to buy that property!  I will never forget that.

The old house is significant to his family.

Others with family ties to the historic residence have come from out of state to Marion County with hopes of visiting the old homestead, but I don't know of anyone who has been successful in touring that house. I made an effort for one such person from ?New Hampshire? who was so hoping to see it; I was finally able to speak to one of the Humble family members, but they were not interested in giving any tours of the property. So that was that.

The Humbles are, reportedly, quite well-to-do and reclusive.  I'm not even sure if any of them live in Marion County any more.

I wonder how they came to own these acres here?

It's just another mystery to be solved and a little something to wonder about... 

One of these days when I am feeling extra brave maybe I will wonder on back and try to photograph the big house...maybe...

Comments

[sassyfras]

when I was younger, there was a woman that lived in that huge house behind MCHS. Can't recall her name now, would have to ask my parents....anyways, she had a little Pomeranian named Foxy that liked to slip out occassionally for a romp. Once day Foxy ended up on our doorstep and we took him in, until we could find the owner. We returned Foxy when his owner came searching for him the next day, but he'd gotten a taste of how much we spoiled our dogs, and he loved to slip out of his house and jaunt across the road to see us when he could. We would often, take him back home to his owner, before she got worried about him. I remember she lived in the back of that great home and said no one lived in the front. The back was the servants quarters long ago when the house was built. Very neat home, but that's been over 20 years ago.
Was recently riding my bike near my parents recently and noticed someone has spruced that house up quite a bit lately, no idea who though.