Revisiting Valley View’s Forgotten General Store

Approximately eight years after Eugene Masters’ passing, I returned with a friend to the now-deserted Valley View General Store.






Approximately eight years after Eugene Masters’ passing, I returned with a friend to the now-deserted Valley View General Store.

Previously, I had visited this Madison County, Kentucky store to photograph its remnants of a past era. The building, with its distinct white wood clapboard siding, narrow front porch, and elevated position above the road, still exuded its old charm. An aged Pepsi cola sign outside recalled its days as a bustling retail spot.

Such general stores were once community hubs, where locals gathered on porches, sipping Ale-8 and enjoying locally grown tobacco, immersed in the social fabric of their community. During that visit, I noticed coal piles outside the store. Looking inside, I met an elderly, soot-stained man mid-meal. As a photographer and historian, I engaged him in conversation. He shared that he was the store’s owner and had continued living there despite the building’s dilapidation.

Our interaction was fragmented. He mentioned a constant buzzing in his ears, hearing voices, and spoke of past times, but his speech was often unclear. Leaving that day, I pondered his fate. He passed away in March 2015.

Now, the store stands more deteriorated than before. The interior floor is on the brink of collapse, and the building has an air of abandonment and desolation. All that remains of Eugene Masters are memories in this once-vibrant location.






2 Comments

  1. Stuart Kearns
    November 15, 2024
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    My paternal grandmother’s family, Newby, once lived in Valley View. In the late 1970’s the Newby family still owned a farm there. I can remember going with my grandfather to fish the Kentucky River. We would always stop at this general store to grab a bologna and cheese sandwich.

  2. Cynthia Foster
    March 2, 2024
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    Your statement “All that remains of Eugene Masters are memories in this once vibrant location “ hit home. The church beside the store was pastored by my uncle. The music was provided mostly by his sisters with an occasional visitor here and there. The kids that attended that church, at one point or another, all have memories with Eugene. He was a kind man. He was a regular part of our lives. He was invited to the church and to the homecomings but mostly kept to himself. I will never forget that man!

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