Lee Highway Floral Co

The name of this florist reflects some local history almost forgotten. Proper Street which runs in front of the business was once old Hwy 72 that ran from Chattanooga to Memphis, Tennessee. Hwy 72 is now a busy 4 lane highway relocated several times over the years about a mile south of here. Hwy 72 was part of a National Auto Trail called the Lee Highway, named for Robert E. Lee which ran a Southern route from New York to San Francisco in the 1920’s in the early days of automobiles. The «Lee Highway Blues» is a standard of southern string band music.

I worked in a factory that manufactured computer boards and phones. I am an ideal factory worker because I love to multitask and work fast, keeps my mind occupied. As a result of my speed I was bounced from station to station and put in various solo testing stations.
I was put in the first position of a phone assembly line where I worked with half a dozen friendly and wonderful people. When I had too many product on the shelves for them to catch up, I would step back to each person and help them and get to know them a little each day.
I had been battling some pretty serious health issues for a few years prior to starting my job here and it only got worse as I worked here. There were times when I had to ask for help from someone on the line to help me do a particular step of my own job. They didn’t hesitate to help.
I had become attached to this handful of people but I also knew I wouldn’t be able to physically work there much longer, as all my vacation hours and personal hours were spent in doctor and medical offices.
The week I turned in my notice I called Lee Highway Floral and explained that I wanted to order a single rose to be delivered to 5 individual women, and I told them what color for each person and a single white carnation sent to a man, at their work. They repeated the order, names and location and told me there would be no problem doing it.
The day came for the delivery and all the workers recieved roses, even the man. I was furious, after all, a rose isn’t as manly as a carnation, in my opinion. The man was appreciative since that had never happened to him. My problem with the florist is their failure to call me back and inform me they had no white carnations. I had to call the florist and explain why I was disappointed, but naturally it fell on deaf ears.
I didn’t let the incident dampen the overall good feelings my coworkers and I were having that day. They were all very appreciative and shocked and carried smiles on their faces the rest of the day. That’s all I wanted. Mission accomplished! Thanks to Lee Highway Floral.