Helen and Robert (Big Bobby) Davenport, Sr. dreamed about preserving our beautiful land and water at Lula Lake for years. Formally founded in 1994 through Big Bobby’s will, the Lula Lake Land Trust holds their wishes dear, with a mission to preserve the natural and historic landscapes of the Rock Creek and Bear Creek watersheds.

If you have a story to share about your history at Lula Lake or memories of Helen and Big Bobby, we’d love to hear from you!


3 Comments » for Memories of Lula Lake
  1. Hal Currey says:

    I was raised on Lookout Mountain, having moved there with my large family, parents and six children, in September of 1941 before Pearl Harbor. Bobby was about the same age as one of my older brothers, Fred, and I knew him through their association.

    What Bobby did for me was provide a wonderful and, needless to say, unforgettable experience one cold winter day when I was about eight or nine years old. Our family lived on West Brow Oval and the Davenports lived on the paved part of Stephenson Road about a half mile or less from West Brow Oval.

    On that day I had made my way out toward the Davenports with my inexpertly made four-wheel rolling coaster, looking for a good hill or driveway to ride down. In those days every kid made one of these devices and looked for hills to ride. They usually consisted of a 6-ft 2 by 6 board, a movable front axle mounted on a 2 by 4, another short piece of 2 by 6 for a seat and a rear cross piece upon which the rear axle was mounted. The wheels were recovered from broken down wagons, tricycles or carts. The necessary lumber was liberated from any construction site available. These coasters gave new meaning to the concept of jury rigged. There were a lot of them on Lookout Mountain during and after World War II before manufactured toys came back. And oh yes ,they were steered by foot or rope tied to the forward piece of 2 by 4

    At any rate on that day I tried out my coaster on the Davenports’ nicely paved driveway – without permission, of course. I was alone and probably made two or three passes down their driveway, most likely crashing on at least two of the attempts.

    Bobby appeared out of nowhere, greeted me warmly and reminded me that he and Fred were friends. I figured that friendship would save me from jail or at least being reported to the mountain police. Bobby then asked me if I would be interested in riding his Soap Box derby car. Looking back 65 to 70 years, I suppose that it had been sponsored by the Krystal Company and maybe professionally built. Whether that was true or not, it was a beauty, brightly painted, and had an enclosed cockpit with a real seat, a real steering wheel, and tires with bearings that made it go like a rocket compared to my homemade minimalist vehicle.

    I said absolutely I would love to ride his Soap Box derby car {let’s called it the KrystalMobile for lack of a better word }. Bobby suggested that we take it someplace where I could get a great ride, so off we went south on Stephenson Road, which was not paved or developed past the Scholtz home at that time. Our destination was the well known Hotel Road, now called Scenic Highway. On another historical note, one of the few buildings on the Hotel Road was a nightclub where lots of bad things were presumed to happen. It was called The Skyland Club and sometime later it was shut down and the building became the Catholic Church on the Mountain.

    Well, Bobby – bless his heart to this day – helped me ride the KrystalMobile all afternoon and seemed to have as great a time as I was having. All of you who knew him later in life will recall that he had a beautiful smile and apparently loved kids. Why else would he have spent a cold winter afternoon with a kid he barely knew? I recall also that he had a knack for making other people comfortable, at least he did it for me.

    Doing what he did had no personal benefit except to make a much younger kid have a wonderful afternoon, an afternoon that probably occurred in 1946 or ’47 and remains unforgettable for me to this day.

    What a wonderful young man he was for the small gift to me and what a wonderful man he became by making the Lula Lake Land trust happen. That gift will be providing joy for thousands of people in perpetuity, an example of providing joy to people that he started early in life.

  2. Charlie Stanfield says:

    Have not been to Lula Lake since my junior year of high school in 1964. As a young teenage boy, just discovering my newfound independence, we would always stop at what was referred to as Insurance Bluff to look over the edge and down the mountainside to see what type of cars were there and surmise as to why they ended up such a terrible fate.

    We would, in the warmer months, swim in Lulu Lake and climb down to the bottom of the falls. I have always been fascinated by the enormous beauty of the mountain area, the lake and the falls. Imagining how a train could traverse the steep climb up the mountain from the valley below and the people’s lives during those bygone days.

    Time has passed and I have long since retired and moved to Florida. I am planning a return trip to Lula Lake on March 5 to once again view the beauty of the mountain I knew as a youth growing up in north Georgia. Thank You Lula Lake Land Trust for making it possible for the public to enjoy the true beauty of this area and to preserve it for future generations to experience.

  3. earl wilson says:

    I remember Lula lake,most in 1958 when my cousin Bill Pinion, jumped a horse off the cliff,for a Gene Autry movie. I went to watch the jump with my grandfather, he used to carry me everywhere!

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