|dee_burris (dee_burris) wrote,|
@ 2010-11-28 09:16 am UTC
|Entry tags:||arkansas, ashmore, grave, griffin, lawrence county tn, mccarley, nickles, photo post, photo;grave, pope county, storyteller, tennessee|
There are at least 50 (mostly unmarked) graves. Some of our ancestors who came to Arkansas from Lawrence County, TN in 1838 are buried there, including my g-g-g-grandfather. I've been bugging Dad for years to tell me how to get down there, but it would have meant getting mixed up in a family feud.
The land where the cemetery is located now belongs to a third cousin-in-law of mine, and he has most of it fenced. We have a healthy respect for the symbolism of fences in the south, and honorable people ask if they can cross to the other side.
In my cousin-in-law's case, that means asking to open (and close behind you) a lot of gates.
I'm still not sure what it's all about. But Louis (that's the cousin-in-law) was going to open all the gates on Saturday, in some unepected gesture of good will.
So that was cool. I told Dad I'd be there.
And while I was at it, I thought, I'd just go by three other little country cemeteries within 5 or so miles from my Dad's house. I'd make it a day.
Dad and I talked on Wednesday of that week about the change in weather forecast. Saturday was supposed to be dry and cloudy in the morning, and wet and stormy in the afternoon. Lather, rinse, repeat for Sunday.
Not a good day for graving. Bummer.
But a problem easily solved.
I took Friday off work, and went graving in glorious weather.
The McCarley cemetery was finally reached by traveling through 5 miles and 5 gates of 4 wheel drive hell.
After climbing (yes, climbing...this is a 3/4 ton standard cab truck) out of and back in to the truck 4 times, I was exasperated. What is up with all the gates? I asked.
The cows...to keep them in designated ranges.
Huh? We are butt-deep in brush on the side of a mountain, winding deeper and deeper into mixed hardwood and pine forest. I could hardly see the road in front of me.
What do cows find to eat back here? (Later, as I was driving home I thought about that some more. I guess they use the network of creeks for water, and the edge of a forest provides cover during "popcorn" showers that are so common in the warm months.)
Some of the photos that follow will make you say, "Huh? What cemetery?"
Abandoned cemeteries look like this. That's why they call them abandoned. Many cemeteries that are inactive are still maintained.
Abandoned means inactive *and* no one is honoring it.
Here's what you see when you come up on it. Because that's what you do - come up on it.
Louis had spent some out there the previous week, dragging tree litter aside to make paths off the road.
Rocks mark many graves...
Here are the graves of Andrew Sawyer and Elizabeth (McCarley) Ashmore, my g-g-g-grandparents. He died in 1853, and she, in 1875.
(That's not their original stone. Family members put up a more durable marker over 50 years ago.)
Harriet Rebecca Nickles, wife of John Nickles, died in 1869, at the age of 33.
John W McCarley, 1833-1887
At the top of his stone were the male and female entwined hands, symbolizing reunion in the afterlife. Although it was used mostly on Christian graves, I find a bit of "pagan" irony here...as above, so below, and as below, so above.
In all, the trip to and time at McCarley ate up about a third of the six hours or so we had set aside to see 4 cemeteries. Bummer.
But it was a problem easily solved. We just decided to take whatever time we needed before it got dark.
Because they have stories. And we are the story-tellers.