April 14, 2012
In the cellar of the old Trinty Methodist Church on 3rd St, a troop of boy scouts covered the interior walls with pine logs they felled from a nearby park. Before they attached the plywood for the ceiling, they painted it white and walked on it with barefeet painted black. The boy scouts signed their names and dated the feet....over 100 years ago. This little meeting space was discovered many years later, locked, in disrepair and neglect.. It was brought back to life in 1987 and turned into a coffee house...a meeting place with log-cabin ambiance, and rustic cosy, charm..with foot prints on the ceiling.
Since 1987 this 3rd Street Coffee house has served as a spiritual home and venue for accoustic guitar players, singers, song writers, poets, and stand up comics . Many of the performers are offsprings of the musicians from the mountains; those old bluegrass , pickers that played and sang the old songs which sprang from front porches and churches long ago.
This Friday the 13, 2012 was declared "Third Street Coffee House Day". After many whereas, therefores, herebys and I decares, the Mayor presented to the long haired , pony tailed, bifocaled grey haired and balding old rockers a certificate of acheivement that will hang with the Southwest Virginia Songwriters Association here in the basement of the old Trinity Church on 3rd Street.
Buy a cup of coffee, settle in , listen to the best darn original songs you've ever heard while someone hands out the home baked pieces of cake and someone else...passes the hat every Friday night at the 3rd Street Coffee House in the basement of the old Trinty Church on 3rd St.