The Broadview village was 8 miles south of Columbia on the (Hwy 245) Campbellsville Pike. Its claim to fame was a post office established there is 1888. Long since gone today there is no visible evidence of any clustering of any commercial endeavor or school. Nearby Schools such as Mynders and Sullivan soon created the decline in enrollment at Broadview and caused the closing.  Jack Dugger who is 85 today (2004) says both of his parents lived there as young people in the days when Broadview was flourishing. Also the family of Jim Adkisson who's father was from there lived in the area. All of these families had a farms in that community. Jack was kind enough to write the stories on this site about this sleepy little community. 

Broadview School Group Photo 1917

 An old School Photo-perhaps Broadview or McCains 1896

An old School Photo-perhaps Broadview or McCains 1897



Broadview, Tennessee community is located about two miles north of Southport on the Campbellsville Pike (245 on your map). In its "hey-day" there was a large general store, a blacksmith shop and probably six homes within walking distance of the store. The store served as the center of community activities and a US Post Office was maintained there founded in 1888 according to Jill Garrett. The store owners home was "hard by the store building" on the eastern side of it and as was the case in most instances, a huge spring was an integral part of the complex.
This spring (known as the Broadview Spring) just as in many communities provided fresh water to the people of the area including the livestock in some cases. From all appearances the water from the spring was connected with a cave on my grandfather William J. Dugger's farm and another one on his brother's farm, (Charles Johnson Dugger). I could not estimate the gallons of water that flowed from this spring but it ran into Little Bigby Creek about 500 yards away and it about doubled the volume of water in the creek and made it much colder. My father, Smith Dugger, told me that Mr. Garrett who owned the property where the store was located, paid him a quarter a load to pick up loose rocks and throw them into the spring in an attempt to keep it from shifting. Incidentally, the spring had been walled in using small Limestone boulders. The walled space was perhaps 10' x12' with one end open for the water to flow out. My father told me that he hauled rocks in his spare time for several years they never seemed to affect the depth of the spring nor the water. To a young fellow as I was at that time, this spring was very intimidating and I was not allowed to get around it without a grown person being around.
My grandfather, William J. Dugger and his wife Eliza Jane, lived in a log house on the brow of a bluff about three fourths mile south of Broadview Store. I have been trying to find out if his father had owned this farm (of some 120 acres) before him but have, so far, been unsuccessful. William J., died a relatively young man having burned to death when he got up early one morning, built a roaring fire in the fire place and suffered an epileptic seizure falling into the fire and burning to death. My father, Smith was nine or ten years old when that happened and he went on trying to farm the land to support his mother, Eliza and his sister, Kate. His formal education was very meager because he could only attend school irregularly. They sent Kate to Texas to live with a relative and attend a girls finishing school there. The struggles of this family to exist should be a separate account from this one. Just one more thing, when my father and Ethel Dixon Smith were married, they lived with Eliza on the farm. My brother, Leland Johnson Dugger was born here.
My grandfather's brother, Charles Johnson Dugger, owned about two hundred acres bordering the north boundary of my grandfather's farm. There was a much larger house on this farm but I cannot remember the number of rooms. Charles moved to Columbia, Tennessee and my father, mother and Leland moved into his house and my father operated both farms for several years. I was born in this house on July 3, 1918, Dr. R. S. Perry being the doctor who delivered me. I have no particular memories of this house nor the farm because we moved to Southport into what today is known as the (Old Historic) "Murphy House". I was four years old at the time. The road that went by this farm in Broadview was known as the Perry Hill Church Road. I think that the Maury County map still shows that road although it has become impassible.
My mother's family, Albert Newton Smith and his wife Alice Haley Smith and their three girls lived across the road from the above described house in a two story log house with a dog trot between the two downstairs rooms and a lean-to kitchen which had been added to the back of the house. This house was on the property of Mr. Garrett and Albert Newton either share cropped some land or rented it, I am not certain. My grandfather Smith never owned any farm land until much later when he purchased a farm near Culleoka on the Mooresville Pike not far from the Phinney Murphy Farm and just across the road from Uncle Nate Rea and Laura Smith's  (my mother's sister) farm. I barely remember having been there just before he died.
My Grandfather Smith apparently was a lovable man but a character. He had an old cur dog named Fido and one time when there was a deep snow, Grandpa found a small cedar bush under which there was covey of quail-lined around the tree with their tails turned inward to the trunk of the tree. This was their protection from the snow. Grandpa went to the house and got his old shotgun and old Fido tailing along with him went back to the cedar tree. He got as close as he dared and fired the old shotgun. All that was left after his shot were feathers. The shotgun blast tore the birds all to pieces but Grandpa, not to be outdone, yelled, "Hunt dead birds Fido, Hunt dead birds!," Fido didn't know anything about birds, he was not a bird dog and had no training for that. So the family was not able enjoy the delicate meal that he had envisioned from the hunt that night.
One more thing about Grandpa and I'll move on. Anthony Adkisson operated the Broadview Store and his nephew, Gene Adkisson lived with him and helped in the store. There was a lady in the neighborhood who had two young sons one of whom was deaf and dumb. Grandpa and Gene saw them headed down Little Bigby Creek late one afternoon to fish in it for cat fish. They, Grandpa and Gene, got a corn cob and cleaned out a small hole in the center of it, took some gunpowder of of a shotgun shell and put in the hole, then putting in a fuse to light, sealed the hole, put a nail in the front end of it to give it enough weight to travel when thrown and put some chicken feathers in the other end to make it fly properly. They slipped down the opposite side of the creek from where the boys were fishing and threw a small stone in the creek. The little boy that could talk said, "What's dat!" and, of course got no answer. They waited a few minutes and then lighted the fuse on the corn cob and threw it towards the boys. It did not explode but made a considerable sputter when the powder ignited. The two boys could stand it no longer and they ran home just as fast as they could go. The next morning the lady came to the store and told Mr. Anthony Adkisson that someone had nearly scared her boys to death the night before. In fact she said that one of the boys had been so scared that he hadn't said a word since he got home. Mr. Adkisson did not know that the boy was deaf and dumb and when the old lady left, he called Gene out behind the store building and told him that he had really got the family in trouble because the old lady was going to sue him because her son had been scared so bad that he now could not talk. From then on the boys thought twice before playing any more tricks in the neighborhood.
When telephone service was available but in its infancy, Mr. Adkisson had a telephone put in the Broadview Store. It was the only one in the entire neighborhood. As was the custom in country stores, several men were sitting around the stove whittling and spitting tobacco juice against the hot stove and one of the men was a little slow in his understanding-in fact he was only a few notches above an idiot. He heard them talking about how you could just talk into the mouthpiece of the phone hanging on the wall and someone on the other end of the wire could hear you. There was no explanation that there had to be a phone on the other end  and a wire in between. This fellow got excited about talking to someone a mile or so away and he asked how to do that. The other fellows told him, "just stand in front of the mouthpiece and holler as loud as you can!" So the fellow got himself all fixed in front of the telephone and shouted, "Sukie, I'm  aleavin' the store right now. Have supper ready when I get there!"  Nevertheless he was surprised when he got home and found supper unprepared.
I have mentioned that Mr. Garrett (William, 1795-1870) owned the property where Broadview Store was located. (He and his wife (Maria?) are buried in the Old Garrett Graveyard on Wiley Hollow Road just south of Tol Dugger Road near Southport). My great grandmother, Maria (Mariah?) Marshall Garrett Dugger, was apparently his sister although I cannot definitely prove that to be true. At any rate this property was up for sale and was auctioned off. As the auction progressed, an old whiskered man wearing overalls and a work shirt kept bidding on it. The auctioneer stopped his chant for a moment and whispered to a man standing beside him asking if this old man could afford the property. Mr. Garrett finally made the last bid and was awarded the property. To everyone's surprise he stepped up to the fellow who was serving as cashier and reaching into the top pocket of his overalls pulled out the cash money to pay for the property he had bought. Mr. Garrett's wife was a Harris and somehow she was related to my mother although I cannot figure that out just now. I should tell that there was an old plantation home on this property, too back in the early part of the century. I cannot tell you when it or how it met its demise.
Mr. and Mrs. Garrett had only one son, John Silas Garrett. John S. is not to be confused with J. S. Garrett 1830-1892.  It seems that he and everyone in the community thought that they were wealthy. John was sent to Battle Ground Academy in Franklin, TN for his high school education and then was sent to the University of Tennessee for college. He played football and this was the day of the "flying wedge" style of play. I was told that he was always the point man in the flying wedge and that they opposing teams almost killed him. He met and married a beautiful young socialite from Knoxville who lived with her uncle, Harry Suttle. Her first name was Marcia but I'm not certain what her maiden name was. The funny thing about this marriage was that he thought she was "rich" and she though she had married a "rich" young country boy. Please understand that the Garretts' did have more of this world's goods than the people in the community but they were not "rich." When John Silas brought his young bride back to Broadview to live, several things happened. John bought a Cole V-8 Automobile and Marcia learned to drive it-the only automobile in that end of the county. The women and girls of that time customarily rode side-saddle on their horses but Marcia rode straddle as men had always ridden-a scandalous thing to happen. Marcia was a born flirt and she charmed all the men in the community. In fact, one young man of the community Carl Gilbreath was so stricken that he followed her around almost like a puppy. This finally came to a climax and John and Carl had unpleasant words and they never spoke to each other again as long as they lived. The first child, John, Jr., (he was the same age as I), died very young from colic after eating peach ice cream. Then they had two daughters, little Marcia and June.

People in Southport and Broadview knew nothing about Florida but John, Marcia, the two girls, and a Nanny which took care of the girls, went to Florida every winter for several years. This was when railroads were booming and John would rent or lease a private railroad car for their trip there and back. The railroad car had facilities for sleeping and sitting. I don't know how long it would take to get to Florida then but several days, I'm certain. I suppose that they would eat in the dining car on the train. There are lots of tales to be told about this family but I want to end it by saying that during the Great Depression of the late 20' and 30's, I can remember John  coming to our house in Southport and borrowing fifty cents from my father to get gasoline for his car indicating a major change in his financial status.
The Gilbreath family lived in a plantation style house about a mile from the Campbellsville Pike (245) on the north side of Richardson Lane some two miles from Broadview. This was an affluent family who owned a large tract of land and there were a number of children. I haven't the time nor the inclination to elaborate on this family except for one son, Carl Gilbreath. The Horn family lived on the west side of Campbellsville Pike, near Glenwood Presbyterian Church and Cemetery. That family was at that time rather affluent. (My uncle, Charles J. Dugger just after his marriage to aunt Fanny Thurman worked on the Horn farm for $100.00 per year. They lived in a log shack that had only a dirt floor and it was said that at the end of the year, Charles J. would have the $ 100.00 which he added to the rest that he had saved. Later on in life, he could have bought and paid for the farm he worked on with cash out of his pocket). Carl Gilbreath married Mary Lou Horn and after the older Horns died off lived in the old Horn home. He was an astute business man and using the backing of the Horn estate, he was able to acquire a large tract of land and operate a number of phosphate mining operations. I suppose that he was one of the wealthier men in Maury County when he died. His brother Emmitt Gilbreath managed the farming operation for him and when Carl died, he willed his money and land that he had acquired to Emmitt's son, John Robert Gilbreath. Again, I haven't the time nor inclination to elaborate on this family but it would make interesting reading.
One more item about Broadview. Though there was for a time the Broadview Academy there. Most of the children either went to the school that became Sullivan Grammar School at Southport or to the McCains School at McCains on Highway 31. My mother attended McCains School riding back and forth on horseback some four or five miles. After Mynders opened about 1916 families in the area had another schooling option. 

 By Jack Dugger 2/14/04.  

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