MY MEMORIES OF CORRIGANVILLE
by Jim Hankins

While on vacation back in 1965 with our 3 children we made our way to Corriganville, the movie set I had longed to see for years. We have been back twice since, but the gates were locked and nothing was going on.

At the time I was 45 years old and had been a western film nut all of my life. I longed to see every western film set possible. Arriving at Corriganville was the fulfillment of a long-held dream. Max Terhune and Elmer put on a good show and gunfights blared in the street. To stand by, and get a picture of, the "Silvertown" sign, was realizing a dream. I walked that street like a ten-year old with a new stick horse! It was exhilarating!

I don't remember if Crash Corrigan was there that day, but seeing the street, the big rock projecting over the end of the street, was western heaven. One could hark back not only to the old days of the west, but to all those B westerns we had seen in the 1930s and '40s at the Palace on Depot Street in Greeneville, Tennessee. Some of those were days before the sound track was on the film and big round records were used for the sound. When the film and sound got out of sync and you could see the smoke from a six shooter and a few seconds later hear the sound; a big roar of laughter would hit the ceiling.

Corriganville is one (or was) one of the favorite movie sets I ever visited. It lives in my mind's eye and will be forever burned into my memory. I treasure the pictures we took there that day. How tragic so called "progress" has to rob us of our western treasures.