Clara's Corner: Bristol Virginia's Veteran's Memorial Park....

Friday, April 06, 2007

Bristol Virginia's Veteran's Memorial Park....

located adjacent to the City Courthouse, was built to honor the veterans of all our nation's armed conflicts and provide a respectful and peaceful setting in the downtown area. The City of Bristol acquired a AH-1F aircraft for display in the park and it was emplaced in the park on August 2, 2002. It is barely visable in my picture.

The other picture is a stage for entertainment.

4 comments:

TO BECOME said...: Beautiful, pictures and place. Have a happy Easter. connie from Texas; 7:05 PM
Teresa said...: I remember driving through Bristol when they were working on some portion of the Memorial Park. We were going to Virginia to pick up a corgi puppy. It's funny, the things we remember and the things we can't remember, like where the car keys are.; 8:05 PM
Rachel said...: I have been to Bristol but it's been many many years!!

Great pictures Clara!

Hope you have a wonderful Easter!!; 8:21 PM
Tina Leigh said...: Clara what a nice memorial! I hope foloks appreciate it.; 8:37 AM

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