Over the years, I’ve moved several times. Each time I relocate, I ask long-time residents if they know the history behind their communities. Why did people choose to settle here? What makes this place significant? Why do you choose to live here (other than the elemental reasons of “work” or “I was born/raised here”)?
Surprisingly, most people have no idea why a community sprang up. I grew up knowing that Kingsport, Tennessee was literally “Kings Port.” William King owned the saltworks in Saltville, VA. Both were strategic sites for the settlement of the pioneer territories and during the Civil War. Salt, you see, is necessary for the preservation of food. Without refrigeration, settlers required salt. For that matter, when push comes to shove, salt is currency. In fact, “salt” is the root of “salary.” Your worth is measured by salt.
So, as William King got rich off of the salt boiled down from the ponds in Saltville, he needed a way to get it delivered to customers in the west. Saltville sat along the North Fork of the Holston River. So, King began shipping the salt down river to Kingsport where the North Fork merged with the Middle and South forks. From there, the Holston filtered into the Tennessee River and later on, into the Mississippi. Kingsport was therefore critical for shipping. Even more, Kingsport tied into the Wilderness Road which ran along the bank of the river. The most historic site in the city is the Netherland Inn, where travelers would rest before the next leg of their journey.
Those were the early days of Kingsport.
The rivers played a critical role, once more, in the industrial days of the city. As Eastman and Mead sought to establish chemical and paper companies, they needed the cooling waters of the river to maintain their equipment. Today, Eastman has shifted significantly, but it still continues as the main employer for the city.
It was during those industrial days that Kingsport leaders decided that it should become the “Model City,” oriented around a central hub still called “Church Circle.” The life of the rest of the city would radiate out of that hub. While cool in theory, the practice yielded a lot of confusing triangle intersections, but that’s another story.
So, I know the origins of my hometown. But I didn’t know the story of Mr. Harry Coover until Sunday. Lo and behold, Kingsport is the site and origin of Super Glue. Turns out an industrial accident gave way to the common glue that has changed the way the world does adhesives.
Chillbumps run across my arms when I think about the fact that this man who has impacted so many people walked the streets of my city. He will be buried by the same funeral home that tended my grandparents and many of my other relations.
So thanks, Mr. Coover. Thanks, Mr. King. Wonder what other heroes I’ll stumble upon next?