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Turm right on Old Clemson Highway and drive 2.0 miles east. Unmarked cemetery is on your left. Across street from Corinth Baptist Church pastor's house. Latitude N34 42.830 x Longitude W 82 54.229 HISTORY: -------- By DEDE NORUNGOLO. March-2005 Special to the Daily Journal / Daily Messenger NEWRY - Imagine an entire community constructed for the sole purpose of reaping the rewards of a new industry. Imagine living in a village where the need to leave the community is rare because all basic needs could be met within walking distance from home. Established in 1893, the village of Newry was this Utopian society where workers were employed by the Courtenay Manufacturing Company and provided housing by the textile firm. The then-idyllic neighborhood, which was founder by William Ashmead Courtenay, who named the region after his ancestral home in Ireland, became home to former farmers and others seeking the promise of a new way of life. For Newry native Lori McJunkin, 33, the village continues to be a central part of her life despite the fact she resides in Walhalla now. Her maiden name, Green, resonates in the still somewhat self-contained community of Seneca near Clemson. "When I come to the 'hills,' I can visit all my family," McJunkin said, pointing to the homes of her "granny," mother and aunt. She also said her sister resides in Newry, not far from her mom's home. "I was born in '71... we went into the mill when I was very little and ran all over the place, all over these hills. I knew everybody and never got bored." With her daughter, Carrie, McJunkin is quick to accept the quest of locating the community cemetery, which was reportedly established' in 1895. McJunkin recalled first coming up on the tombstones years ago as a child, scouring a hillside not far from the mill. After an uphill climb through quite a bit of trees, markers dating back to the early 1800s come into view, scattered like quartz rocks strewn over the ground. "Loggers were up here and destroyed many of the tombstones," said McJunkin as she searched for a distinctive marker she can never forget. The marker bears a three-dimensional rose draping down from the top of the headstone for the infant son of Mr. and Mrs. J.B. Norton, who was born and died the same day in 1906. For her teenage daughter, the hillside search provided her an opportunity to become a historian of sorts, as she read information dating back more than 200 years about children who never got to enjoy the safe streets of Newry. According to historical accounts, a smallpox epidemic killed many of the village's chil- dren in the late 1800s. Information obtained at the Oconee Heritage Center in Walhalla indicates there was a smallpox outbreak in 1910 and in 1918 Newry was faced with an influenza outbreak. Not only have logging efforts damaged the cemetery, but trees ravaged by Southern Pine Beetles fail to protect the remaining visible tombstones. GenWeb Tombstone Project documents state that "three out of four graves appear to be that of children" and as many as 30 sites are marked with field stones. Two cemeteries are listed as existing in Newry - God's Acre/Graveyard Hill Cemetery and the Newry Memorial Garden, also known as the Courtenay Memorial Garden. This information was made available online through the Oconee County S.C. GenWeb Tombstone Project. o----------o A Brief History of Courtenay Manufacturing Co. and the Village of Newry by: John L. Gaillard, Box 113, Newry, SC 29665 December, 1994 I think I would be amiss to write a history of any town that was not, and suddenly became one, in one year, without recognizing the founders and the driving events that led to its existence. Anything that exists has a determined connection, and Newry's began in Charleston, SC. after a certain family, named Courtenay, chose to immigrate to America in 1791. They came from a small town called Newry on the Clanrye River in Northern Ireland. Mr. Edward Courtenay and his wife had several children, one of whom, William, born in 1831, eventua1Iy became the founding father of this little town called Newry. After his formal education, William Courtenay became a book seller and publisher in Charleston. He later became the Head of the Business Department of The Charleston Mercury Newspaper. William Courtenay joined the militia in Charleston County early on, and as a result, was called to the defense of The Confederacy at the very beginning of the Civil War. He saw action both in Virginia and South Carolina. However with the fall of The Confederacy, he had nothing left but faith and hope. General Sherman had destroyed most of the railroads, further delaying the South's recovery. So Mr. Courtenay seized the first opportunity that came his way, which was carting raw cotton between Newberry and Orangeburg, SC. From this base he began his upward climb. In 1865, William Courtenay started a shipping business in Charleston. This business grew and soon had freight moving to the main ports in the Northeast and also overseas. From this venture he procured enough capital to expand beyond his shipping interests. Mr. Courtenay entered the political arena and was elected Mayor of Charleston in 1879. He was reelected in 1883, and during his second term, was faced with the tremendous challenge of restoring the city to normalcy after the deadly earthquake of 1886. This tragedy caused the deaths of twenty-seven people, inflicted many injuries and wreaked much property damage within the city. With his, and other citizens' judicious efforts, the city soon recovered. Mr. Courtenay later was instrumental in influencing the State Legislature to establish the State Historical Commission, which has served the citizens of South Carolina well for many years. After his two terms as mayor of Charleston, Mr. Courtenay was ready to accept a new challenge. His experience in the shipping business made him acutely aware of the advantage of having the manufacturing process as close as possible to the raw product, hence, the idea of a textile manufacturing plant was born. He was as well aware of the topographical requirements of such a large undertaking. Taking this into account, he selected the Piedmont section of South Carolina and narrowed his choice to Oconee County with its untapped water resources flowing unhindered out of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Among other criteria he considered was the expanding rural population with its eagerness for "real pay" and more favorable living conditions. He knew that a new, clean village with more conveniences and steady pay would draw the sharecroppers like iron to a magnet. The land was available, the site was selected and the dream evolved as a reality. On Apri1 21, 1893, Captain William A Courtenay. Frances J. Pelzer, William B. Whaley, R. C. Rhett, W. B. S. Hayward, and John C. Carey filed with the Secretary of State, J. E. Tindale, a petition that they be commissioned to form a corporation and this was immediately granted. This new corporation was issued a license to manufacture all goods of every kind pertaining to textiles- cotton, wool, and other fibers. They were permitted to perform spinning, weaving. dyeing, finishing, and the selling of all goods manufactured. An allowance to grind and mill wheat, corn and other grains, along with the making of any tools and materials deemed necessary to the construction and manufacturing process was granted. This allowance included the clearing, sawing. and finishing of timber prevalent at the site of the new village and attendant property. The charter became the birth certificate of a factory, a village, and a community that was destined to mold the lives of thousands of individuals for almost one hundred years. So the construction of the Courtenay Manufacturing Company began in 1893. Two or three seasoned construction engineers had been brought in to oversee the project. Ground was being leveled, virgin pine and oak timber was falling and brick was being kilned, and all things directed toward the fruition of a dream were moving expeditiously. The cooperation of management and labor, along with a ready source of materials from a pristine wilderness, much like the Cherokee had left it, was becoming a factory and a village. The mill dam on Little River was completed, the head and tail races finished, and the water wheels installed. Anticipating the installation of all the pertinent machinery. The engineers primed and activated the water wheels on June 14. 1894. With a large quantity of cotton on hand, many laborious hours were given to the completion of the spur railroad. A steam locomotive, later to be affectionately called "The Dummy" by the locals, was furnished by the R & D Railway Company. The village was slowly taking on the character of a small town. Four eight-room houses had been built along with forty-seven six-room ones. Most were of the salt box design. Others would be built soon, along with a boarding house. Necessary out buildings were finished. A mill office was constructed, as well as the company store with a large meeting hall above and a storage building behind. Pastures were cleared, and barns were built. A village "calaboose" was erected, and a town constable was hired. All diverse elements of the village construction were speedily taking form. Soon, a schoolhouse, a church, a post office, and a barber shop would be built. The cotton gin was being erected to accommodate the local farmers and afford the plant a ready supply of cotton without the added cost of freight. The employees were growing in number, and some were already moving into the new, comfortable houses, soon to be equipped with electricity and a water flowing sewer system. Teachers, hired for the new grammar school would teach in the community hall while the new schoolhouse was being built. The main road, of course, had already been prepared and was in constant use. Mr. John Boggs and a Mr. Kelly were in charge of setting out elm trees on both sides of Main Street. These trees would grow to a majestic, uniform height, adding much comfort and beauty to the village. Wells were dug and installed with iron hand pumps, but in short time, were replaced with a modem pump driven water system supplying household water and water for the sewer system. This was a tremendous improvement for the benefit of the employees in those early years. The company store, a village "gem" itself afforded the inhabitants a ready source of almost all their needs. If one were asked what goods were available, the answer was "Everything". With everything now in place, a unified symbiotic relationship was agreed upon between the management and the employees. Therefore, the new factory in the backwoods and the residents of the village of Newry became one in effort and purpose. The factory began its initial production in September, 1884 and even though it changed owners three or four times, it maintained steady production until May, 1975, a period of eighty-one years. In the early years of operation, a goodly number of setbacks were experienced, causing major drops in production. Several droughts occurred, reducing the water flow through the races and depleting the effectiveness of the water wheels. But on several occasions the setbacks were caused by too much water. Early in June, 1903, a late spring freshet of enormous proportion fell on the mountains and Piedmont of South Carolina, resulting in a flood of such magnitude that was before unheard of in this part of the country. The Courtenay Plant, as most all textile plants were, was located adjacent to the river. This resulted in a major inundation of the lower levels of the plant. The water stood nine and one- half feet in the lower weave room. The warehouse was washed from its foundation, and bales of cotton water-born downstream. Three village houses, distinctly of a lower elevation than the village proper, were victims of the flood. The tenacious efforts of management and labor soon overcame this historic calamity. Over the years high water was an occasional problem, but nothing of this magnitude would recur. Although in 1915, nature's unpredictable forces would try again, the damage was nowhere near that of 1903. Among other setbacks beyond Management's control and affecting plant production was an outbreak of small pox in 1910. This deadly disease was kept in check by bringing in some experts in this field from other areas of the state and country. The records state that with the exception of about one hundred residents, all were vaccinated with a total of almost eight hundred having participated. Another health assault, more devastating to the community than the small pox outbreak, was the widespread influenza epidemic of 1918. This scourge caused numerous deaths and much suffering. From a population of nine hundred, seven hundred were stricken; one can only imagine what a deplorable effect this bad on the production of the plant. Nevertheless this adversity was overcome, as were the others. In earlier years, Mr. William Courtenay developed medical problems and consequently moved to Columbia. SC., where he died in 1908. The Board of Directors appointed Mr. Campbell Courtenay president of the plant, a position he held until it became necessary to sell the plant in April 1920. The transaction to sell Courtenay Manufacturing was executed forthrightly, with the chief stockholders being Mr. J. W. Cannon Sr., Mr. W. L. Gassaway, and Mr. Ralph Ramseur. Mr. Cannon and Mr. Gassaway were the chief Operators of Issaquenna Mill of Central, SC. On July 29. 1920, at a meeting of the Board of Directors, the following officers representing the new owners were duly elected: Mr. W.L. Gassaway as President and Treasurer, Mr. Ralph Ramseur as vice-president and Assistant Treasurer, and Mr. V.Q. Gregory as Secretary. Mr. James M. Alexander, the plant Superintendent, remained in that position. With the addition of two new Board members, identified as Mr. J. W. Norwood of Greenville, SC. and Mr. F. J. Haywood of Kannapolis. N. C., the inner operation of Courtenay Manufacturing began to take on a new direction. These changes were concomitant with the Great Stock Market Crash of 1929, leaving one to wonder whether or not a connection existed. In December, 1929, Mr. W. L. Gassaway tendered his resignation as acting President and Treasurer with Mr. Ralph Ramseur being elected in his stead. At this time the "Great Depression" was in full sway, and curtailing and shutdowns were evident throughout the textile industry. The Newry citizens were compelled to exist on a bare minimum budget. Union organizers from the North flocked South to organize the mill workers, but without much success at Newry. Although the residents of Newly seemed to be always loyal to the management and owners, the organizers caused much unrest and lasting animosities in some of the mill villages. With the National Recovery Act, the Wage and Hour Law, the implementation of three eight-hour shifts, and other FDR programs, the textile industry began to slowly emerge from the Depression. The people of Newry began to have greater hope for continued employment, while all these programs were being implemented. Even so, most of the individually owned plants had a nip and tuck existence throughout the rest of the 1930's. On February 9, 1934, the Cannon Mill Interest of Kannapolis, North Carolina purchased the Courtenay Plant with all additional properties. Because of a depressed textile market and a perceived lack of demand for goods woven on the narrow 'E model' looms, Cannon opted to liquidate the plant on March 19, 1939. Operations were halted at the plant, and it, along with its properties, was offered for sale. This portended bad times for the employees and citizens of Newry. While some employees sought employment at other plants, most remained, hoping for a new owner. And soon their hopes and prayers were answered by the Abney Mills Group of Greenwood, South Carolina, which purchased the plant, the village, and hundreds of acres of the surrounding properties. Having a plan to upgrade all obsolete machinery, the progressive Abney chain began ordering the latest spinning equipment available and initiating a complete overhaul of the weave room machinery. The owners eventually had all departments moving at top speed, while turning out a quality textile product. The Management was well pleased, and the inhabitants of Newry were even more pleased. Because of Abney's effort and dedication to purpose, the employees felt more secure than ever. The start of World War Two brought about an inflated demand for all textile products, and so the Courtenay Plant operated at breakneck speed to fulfill all orders. This pace of supplying the needs of American and Allied industry lasted until the later months of 1946, but the good market demand actually did not end until the recession of the early 1950's. These years marked the genesis onslaught of foreign imports, and by the 1980's, the on-going appeasement policy of Washington would almost guarantee a decimation into the textile industry of such a gravity the South had never known before. But at least in the mid 1940's and throughout the 1950's, the small village of Newry would still benefit from the previous and lingering successes of the Abney textile industry. In the mid 1940's, Abney Mills began to spend many thousands of dollars to renovate and upgrade the entire village of Newry. All necessary repairs to the village domiciles were effected with new Paint jobs inside and out. Two complete bathrooms were installed in each house, and several new brick duplex houses were built with others being remodeled. Sidewalks were constructed, and all roads were upgraded with paving, curbing and drainage. Suffice it to say that the entire infrastructure and living conditions of Newry Village improved immensely in the '40's and '50's. With this vast improvement of the village of Newry came more expenditures to increase production within the plant. Due to foreign imports and the highly competitive nature of the textile industry, Abney began revamping each department in the plant and replacing outmoded machinery. With the "Fifties" drawing to a close, Abney Management chose to sell the mill village in 1959. To this end were several contributing factors. The labor and material to maintain approximately one hundred twenty village houses were becoming progressively expensive. Also, the village responsibility having been removed, all energy and effort could be redirected toward the productivity and profitability of the manufacturing process. The sale of the village would as well provide a ready source of capital for the further modernization of the machinery. The disposing of mill villages by owner textile companies seemed to be a trend in the industry throughout the South. In the hectic decade of the "Sixties", the textile industry was beset with OSHA regulations, civil rights laws, and environmental clean-up mandates. These new laws and regulations seemed to foretell the demise of all the old four-story, smokestack textile mills throughout the country. Not being very adaptive to the modern requirement of these federal laws, most of these mills were without sufficient cash flow to comply with the new laws and realize a reasonable profit expectation at the same time. In order to accommodate federal regulations, many plants, such as the one at Newry, effected expenditures of monies dedicated only to a lost cause. In the early 1970's, with inflation plaguing the nation and interest rates bordering on twenty per cent, industry was reluctant to borrow money for investment. The prevailing doubt was whether or not a business could realize a profit large enough to pay interest on money borrowed. Consequently, the owners of Abney Mills decided to close the Courtenay Plant in May, 1975, and only four years later, the remaining eight plants of the Abney chain were closed. But there existed a greater ramification in the closings of these plants---a bell had tolled, signifying the end of a way of life for hundreds of thousands of textile workers throughout the South. Separated only by distance, every mill village of the past had merged with the other to form an entity, a common persona, never again to unfold the joyous experience shared in the textile community by so many generations of working people and dedicated family. o----------o Newry, South Carolina August 10, 1975 Christmas has passed again and now we are launched by "Father Time" into what we term as a "new year." Of course, the year is not new; it is only a copy of the last one, with many of the happenings reoccurring and a few different events or experiences crowding in to find their niche amongst the routine and repetitiousness of being. If one has life, it is comprised of all the ingredients of joy, sorrow, love, hate, war, peace, trouble, happiness, success, failure, and much more. The dilemma mankind faces is that he is incapable of doing much about the occurrence of challenges. Individuals express sympathy verbally and by writing and many, I am sure, are sincere, but they cannot really, know the extent of hurting until they experience the same hurt. When the word came to us, from higher officials, that our plant was being closed and you said to me that you knew just how we felt, you were sincere because you had already experienced the same thing. Employees hear of closings elsewhere but they can never become completely prepared for it, even if they have the feeling that one day it will also happen to them. For some time I had a hunch that the closing was inevitable, not just because of our company's red ink, but because of the anemic condition of the textile industry everywhere. Only the strongest would survive and then their time would also come, even if it came some years later. There are many reasons it happened and I will not mention them here. Some are factual, others would be debatable. I have experienced the subtle changes happening over the years that became endemic in the entire industry. The news came to us rather suddenly, though when it did come, the laying off was piece-meal eliminating some within a week, usually the ones not directly related to the fazing out of production already in process. I was not surprised, however, as I had a subtle hint that the closing was imminent. I had noticed that for at least a year or more that any request of needed repairs was being ignored and that we were not able to improve anything within or without the plant. Up front I asked a vice president, whom I had known for many years, "if anyone at headquarters cared anything about this plant", and I got a flat out answer, and it was a terse "No". I knew then but I haven't mentioned it until this very writing, that we were on the verge of becoming a non-entity. Naturally, it was the responsibility of the local management to break the news to the employees and as personnel manager, I had a major part in the face to face contact with all employees except the superintendent. The news was accepted in various ways. The employees, whom I call transients, took it calmly. It was a free ticket to the unemployment office to draw their compensation again. To fifteen or twenty approaching retirement age (60 or over) it was sad and brought tears to many eyes, not as much because of loss of job, but most had been there many years and were very sentimental. Now to the 175 local people from 25 to 60 it was more traumatic. This was most obvious in regard to those past 45 and especially in the group from the mid 50's to 60. The females became teary eyed and the males looked sad. Most of the employees worked at their regular jobs and were separated as their respective departments ran out the stock that was in process at the time the news was received. We had a few employees who went to other textile plants early on after the news came, but as I remember, only one employee quit outright who was eligible to draw an extra check on the Fourth of July. His quitting disqualified him for this privilege. The moment of truth hit me the hardest when the separations came to my office en masse, after the stoppage of entire departments. Sadness prevailed but not one pushed the panic button. Many of the employees would discuss their personal problems with me when they came by to check out their status and benefits. Some would be concerned about the village utilities and sometimes real family and personal problems which seemed to them to be made much worse because of lack of employment. They were rightly concerned about these things. I would tell them that this was not the end of the world, nor their respective lives, and that things, perhaps, would get worse for awhile and then life would gradually get better and all of us would adjust to a different existence. I did not really know that this would happen but I believed it anyway. You know this experience was almost similar to the death of a bread winner in a family, or a surprise divorce. Depression and helplessness prevailed for awhile but then the guts of determination took over and people, especially the females, suddenly got up from their "pity party" and went out and got jobs other places and drug their sweethearts and husbands with them. At this juncture I noticed that our Main Street had metamorphosed into a highway that carried people to work from Newry to various plants further away. Our village had almost overnight seemed to change from a people who walked to work to a people who drove 10, 25, and 35 miles to their work place each day, and as before, this gradually became the norm. People can do what they can't do when finally despair and need drives them to it. Our people overcame. Finally the machinery of paperwork and record keeping drew to an end. There were only four employees left. I who now wore many hats, and three maintenance men. The maintenance men still had chores to do as the company could not suddenly or legally separate themselves from the responsibility of the village utilities, i.e. water, sewer, and electricity. All four of us were responsible for the security. I was responsible for collecting power and water bills and dispatching all cash to the main offices. I also was responsible for care of and security of materials that could be transferred to other plants in our chain that were still operating. There were thousands of dollars of useful material still here. I notified management what was available. They in turn would send a list to each plant and they would have their trucks and men here at a given time to load it and transport it to the other plant. This took three or four months. As activities slowed down" I began to have more time to observe and reflect on my surroundings. The changes were gradual but when one, in retrospect, begins to focus on the changes, they seem sudden. Some of the things I observed are related below. The quietness and the lack of the hurley burley of activity were dominant. The rats were gone. Most of the English sparrows and starlings were gone also. The pigeons were still high on top of the bell tower, but they were only boarding there. Like the doves they flew off to the farmers fields to feed. Two lovely bluebirds set up housekeeping in the end of a three-inch pipe, ten feet off the ground between my office and the plant. I watched them rear their two siblings and leave. A heavy bodied hawk, not the largest, but large, would come and sit atop a light post and survey the yard below. At that point he was the master of everything that crept below and he knew it. I had never seen bluebirds and hawks in the mill yard before. They left one day and never returned, as I was to do soon. The head race would flow no longer and the tail race had no more to drink. The fish were waning too, you could hardly catch one anymore. Change had destroyed the past, and the present will likewise meet the same fate and what was once great will become small, and time will have her say. Your Partner in Change, John Gaillard o----------o Office of President and Treasurer The Courtenay Manufacturing Co. Newry, SC, 10-Oct-1902 To the stockholders: I am in my tenth year of service with the Company, having come to this remote and isolated locality in Apr-1893. The forest growth had to be cleared to locate the mill buildings, village and cotton warehouses. Since then I have given my continuous personal attention to the building, equipment and extension of the property, and to its finances. The original plant of 10,000 spindles and 860 looms has since grown to 19,440 spindles and 635 looms. Its capital has increased from $ 150,000 to $ 300,000. The present cost of spindle is $ 15.00, and there is not one cent of debt on the plant. Where a dozen people once lived, over one thousand now reside. The cottages for our operatives are of superior character - lathed, plastered, painted, inside and out, and by constant attention are kept in perfect condition. A sewerage system, operated by gravity from a reservoir on a hill top, keeps it, the cleanest of mill villages, and as well, the best possible in fire protection. The healthfulness of Newry is proverbial, and in every respect it is a desirable cotton mill property. Under the Company's By-Laws it has not been possible for me to be absent for more than a few days at a time during these ten years. I may be obliged to have a vacation in the coming spring. To arrange for my absence a slight change in the By-Laws is necessary, and this has to be done by the Stockholders themselves. No extra expense attaches to this change. I therefore enclose a printed form for the change of By-Laws, and a special form of Proxy to carry it into execution, and would be pleased to have an affirmative response from every Shareholder. Respectfully, William A Courtenay, President and Treasurer o----------o THE GRAVEYARD HILL By J.L. Gaillard On the Abney Mill property at Newry there are three old graveyards. Two of these are family burial plots and the other a community cemetery established sometime around 1895 for the employees of Courtenay Mill and their families. This cemetery has not been used in many years; the most recent marker being dated 1927, and to the best of my knowledge it has not been used since. ---------- NOTE: Cemeteries found by Paul Kankula & Gary Flynn of the Oconee County GenWeb Tombstone Inscription Project: 1.) C020 God's Acre / Graveyard Hill (Newry community cemetery) 2.) C210 Catherine Whitmire (1 grave moved from Newry ball park area due to construction of Lake Keowee)) 3.) C137 Newry Gardens / Courtenay Memorial (Abney Mill employee cemetery) 4.) C211 Unknown Name-(211) (4 adult graves moved from Abney Mill area due to construction of Lake Keowee) ---------- When I was a child this was known by parents and children alike as "The Graveyard Hill." All of the older employees of Courtenay Mill will vividly remember this, and others Who have gone to the various Abney Plants from this community will also recall memories of those days. I can remember many times asking my mother permission to go over on "The Graveyard Hill" to play cowboy or just to romp and explore as children are apt to do. This general vicinity also comprised a large wooded area and a vast meadow known as "The Pasture Hill" Which was also used as a golf course where the mill officials and their friends knocked cheap golf balls with old type wooden shaft clubs. We children never played in the graveyard but sometimes we would go inside the burial area to read the inscriptions on the tombstones. Incidentally, I still like to visit old cemeteries for the same purpose. I sometimes wonder who these people are, what their likes and interests were and what great revelations of life they could impart to one if this great chasm could be bridged. When Mr. Clyde Cole, photographer for Quills magazine, called and asked if, I would accompany him to this cemetery, I naturally agreed since I knew he would never find it alone. After awhile, Clyde arrived and in a short time we began our journey. The graveyard is not too distant from the village but as the name our forefathers gave it implies, it is atop a quite steep hill. The trail leading there has grown steeper over the years, So Clyde and I elected to exercise wisdom instead of leg muscles and ride around the "River Road" a way, and then walk the more distant but less inclined saw mill road that winds ifs leisurely way upward to the cemetery. It was a normal, humid, hot morning in July with the small talk of insects and birds, ever prevalent at this time of year. Slightly intruding on our thoughts, like background music being piped from some distant place. I could feel small beads of perspiration on my lip and forehead and I casually glanced at Clyde to see it he, too, was being affected so soon. He was, but I made no comment. The road rose gradually up the hill being lined on each side with lovely pines and other trees common to our area. Clyde remarked how nice it would be to live in a place like this, everything seemed so peaceful and serene. A short distance over the hill a hound pursued a rabbit that was unknowingly coming our way. As we were very quiet, as I always like to be when I am in the fields or woods, the hare nor the hound paid the least attention to us. We looked backwards along the way we had come and saw the hare cross in a leisurely sort of way. Shortly the hound crossed, too, with his deep resonant voice echoing across the valley. He, too, was taking his own good time as if the rules of this game had been predetermined as to pace and distance and what the ultimate outcome would be. Sometimes it seems this way with animals, but the thought ironically occurred to me that we humans were always rushing to the graveyard. We stopped occasionally to remark to each other on the various items we noted along the way. The tracks of a vehicle that had been by long before, the almost obliterated footprint of some other sojourner who previously had passed this way, and of course, we had to dispense with the common conversation of two people who like to reminisce. Upon our arrival at our destination I was much surprised that I could not walk directly to the place. The hands of time had been busy working while I slept. Where violets and daffodils once grew, pine trees, wild shrubs, and other vegetation had taken full sway. They grew at random, not honoring even one sacred spot. Even the tombstones were hard to find, but we managed. We moved from grave to grave reading each inscription, commenting on names and ages. Many of the family names were familiar to me, but of course I knew none of the people personally, since most had died before I was born. The one thing that we particular1y noted was the high mortality rate of infants and very young children. In fact, a most startling percentage, perhaps three out of four of the graves belonged to children in the pre-school or early school ages. We thought this most horrifying, but Clyde did comment that a thing like this most likely was accepted with some expectancy in those days. We ambled around awhile. Meantime, Clyde was making photographs here and there and commenting on points of interest concerning each grave. Soon he had seen enough. As we were leaving, I took one backward glance and immediately thought what a pity that no one seems to care for the condition of this old graveyard, and for some reason, perhaps because of a deep sense of guilt within me, I did not mention this to Clyde. Then the thought came to me, why could not people everywhere adopt a grave to tend where it was obvious that no one else could? I am sure that it would be a most gratifying avocation. Yet the preacher said long ago in Ecclesiastics 9-5, these words, "For the living know that they shall die but the dead know not anything neither have they anymore a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten." o----------o TRANSCRIPTION NOTES: -------------------- a. = age at death b. = date of birth d. = date of death h. = husband p. = parents w. = wife ALEXANDER, Bluford, b. 1886, d. 1968, buried next to Ida alexander ALEXANDER, Fred J., b. 22-feb1913, d. 1-apr-1971 ALEXANDER, Gene Stuart, b. 25-jun-1932, 16-jul-1992 ALEXANDER, Ida B., b. 1897, d. 1979, buried next to bluford alexander ALEXANDER, J. Ronnie, b. 3-apr-1949, d. 9-dec-1973 BLACK, Mary Jane S., b. 13-may-1895, d. 11-may-1981 BOGGS, Cardellia Boggs, b. 1915, buried next to william boggs BOGGS, William C., b. 1905, d. 1982, buried next to cordellia boggs BREWER, Robert E., b. 4-jul-1914, d. 2-apr-1978 BRUCKE, Joseph G., b. 19-jun-1925, d. 21-jun-1996, buried next to virginia brucke BRUCKE, Virginia A., b. 1-mar-1926, buried next to joseph brucke CALUNGA, Karen B., b. 3-jul-1964, d. 4-dec-2000 CAMPBELL, Ida W., b. 1925, d. 1993 CARVER, Eva J., b. 1924, buried next to john carver CARVER, John W., b. 1921, d. 1988, buried next to eva carver CARVER, Mary D., b. 6-aug-1916, buried next to william carver CARVER, Rayford J., b. 1942, d. 1959 CARVER, Virgil W., b. 27-aug-1945, d. 7-sep-1998 CARVER, William J., b. 28-feb-1916, d. 5-oct-1969, buried next to mary carver CERTAIN, Bart C., b. 3-jul-1882, d. 27-jan-1962, buried next to rivers certain CERTAIN, Marvin L., b. 2-jun-1928, d. 29-apr-1974, buried next to sarah certain CERTAIN, Rivers J., b. 7-apr-1891, buried next to bart certain CERTAIN, Sarah, b. 25-jul-1922, buried next to marvin certain CHAMBERS, Danny, b. 24-jun-1951, d. 30-jan-1970 COX, Bethel E., b. 12-dec-1912, d. 4-aug-1998, buried next to charlie cox COX, Charlie J., b. 14-dec-1910, d. 27-may-1990, buried next to bethel cox COX, Hertha K., b. 11-nov-1927, d. 15-jan-1996, buried next to james cox COX, James B., b. 12-oct-1934, d. 22-jun-1969, buried next to hertha cox DAY, Justin F., b. 31-dec-1988, d. 31-dec-1988, f. w.f. day DILLARD, Kenneth W., b. 29-jul-1919, d. 3-may-1993 DODGENS, Kim D., b. 30-aug-1950, d. 15-oct-1987 DODGENS, Marie W., b. 11-jul-1941, d. 28-mar-1962 EDMONDS, John Barnett, b. 17-jul-1920, d. 22-feb-1978 EVATT, Evelyn , b. 1927, d. 1971, buried next to thomas evatt EVATT, Isabell K., b. 13-mar-1903, d. 21-sep-1983, buried next to thomas a. evatt EVATT, Margie E., b. 4-aug-1920, buried next to samuel evatt EVATT, Samuel R., b.15-jul-1930, d. 25-jun-1992, buried next to margie evatt EVATT, Thomas A., b. 15-apr-1897, d. 4-sep-1979, buried next to isabell thomas EVATT, Thomas E., b. 1924, d. 1980, buried next to evelyn evatt FREEMAN, Clarence F., b. 7-jul-1904, 31-may-1987, buried next to estelle freeman FREEMAN, Clifton, b. 1900, d. 1969, buried next to tresa freeman FREEMAN, Estelle Biter, b. 4-oct-1907, d. 23-nov-1986, buried next to clarence freeman FREEMAN, Evelyn, b. 13-jul-1932, d. 17-nov-1952 FREEMAN, Tresa A., b. 1912, d. 1976, buried next to clifton freeman GILDEN, Lola Smith, b. 23-nov-1915, d. 24-may-1989, buried next to ralph gilden GILDEN, Ralph, b. 21-dec-1908, d. 6-nov-1951, buried next to lola gilden GRAHAM, Edward C., b. 15-apr-1920, d. 21-mar-1977 GRAHAM, Edward Clyde, b. 1921, d. 1977, buried next to eva graham GRAHAM, Eva R., b. 1922, d. 1974, buried next to edward graham HAMBY, Conie Davis, b. 1909, d. 1954 HAMBY, Johnny T., b. 1918, d. 1999, buried with ruth watson HAMBY, Willie A., b. 1909, d. 1985 HAMILTON, Lawrence C., b. 21-apr-1928, d. 16-nov-1996 HAWKINS, Ernest, b. 1-sep-1924, d. 5-may-1997, buried next to rancesl hawkins HAWKINS, Rancesl, b. 2-dec-1925, d. 10-jul-1989, buried next to ernest hawkins HAYES, Margaret J., b. 29-apr-1932, d. 2-nov-1997, buried next to william hayes HAYES, William J. (Rev.), b. 4-jun-1931, buried next to margaret hayes HEMBREE, Fred Bill, b. 27-may-1914, d. 27-nov-1991 HUGHES, Carolyn J., b. 22-dec-1934, d. 15-jul-1995, buried next to ray hughes HUGHES, Mary S., b. 24-may-1925, buried next to wade hughes HUGHES, Ray C., b. 29-nov-1922, d. 16-jan-1997, buried next to caralyn hughes HUGHES, Wade, b. 13-dec-1920, d. 1-sep-1993, buried next to mary hughes IVESTER, Viola H., b. 1916, d. 1971 JENKINS, Crafton W., b. 14-feb-1896, d. 6-oct-1976 JENKINS, Eva M., b. 29-apr-1935, d. 21-aug-1989, buried next to john jenkins JENKINS, Furman, b. 11-jul-1928, d. 14-jun-1959, buried next to rosie jenkins JENKINS, Grafton W., b. 14-feb-1896, d. 6-oct-1976, buried next to mary jenkins JENKINS, John W., b. 30-mar-1932, buried next to eva jenkins JENKINS, Mary L., b. 29-apr-1907, d. 14-dec-1994, buried next to grafton jenkins JENKINS, Rosie L., b. 18-jul-1934, buried next to furman jenkins JENKINS, Wanda Kaye, b. 31-aug-1962, d. 18-sep-1986 JONES, Annie May W., b. 4-mar-1892, d. 9-jul-1968 JONES, Larry, b. 15-jan-1944, d. 30-apr-1991 KYLE, Eden Nicole, b. 26-sep-1987, d. 21-mar-1996 LAY, Brenda E., b. 1949, buried next to mason lay LAY, Mason J., b. 1947, buried next to brenda lay LEE, Andrew Franklin, b. 15-mar-1989 LONG, Bud J., b. 19-sep-1916, d. 6-feb-1999, buried next to cordie long LONG, Cordie R., b. 12-feb-1920, d. 11-mar-1999, buried next to bud long LONG, Lonnie Edd, b. 16-apr-1904, d. 20-oct-1982, buried next to lydia long LONG, Lydia B., b. 28-apr-1910, d. 9-jul-1990, buried next to lonnie long LONG, William Shorty, b. 1927, d. 1999 MANLEY, John L., 15-jan-1927, d. 26-nov-1979, buried next to marcy manley MANLEY, Marcy L., b. 7-sep-1951, infant, buried next to john manley MASON, Maebell W., b. 16-nov-1914, d. 23-sep-1991 MAXIE, Christine R., b. 6-nov-1925, 4-dec-1997, buried with willie maxie MAXIE, Joseph Clifton, b. 16-apr-1912, d. 24-oct-1977 MAXIE, Raymond Harrison, b. 7-apr-1919, d. 8-may-1992 MAXIE, Terry Lee, b. 27-nov-1948, d. 6-jun-1996 MAXIE, Willie O., b. 10-nov-1922, buried next to christine maxie McCLUE, Jamie A., b. 1-jan-1900, d. 28-aug-1972 McCRACKIN, James F., b. 15-jan-1924, d. 6-mar-1985, burried next to jeanie mccrackin McCRACKIN, Jeanie H., b. 8-jul-1924, d. 6-aug-1984, buried next to james mccrackin McENTIRE, Janice Smith, b. 25-apr-1887, d. 9-aug-1962 McGUFFIN, C. Howard, b. 14-jul-1928, buried next to olivia mcguffin McGUFFIN, Olivia K., b. 21-oct-1931, buried next to c. howard mcguffin MITCHELL, Buddy Ray, b. 1951, d. 1951 MONTGOMERY, Lawrence L., b. 13-nov-1913, d. 26-apr-1992 MORGAN, Donna Sue, b. 2-may-1960, d. 2-may-1960 MOORE, Connie Fav, b. 1962, 1962 MULKEY, Johnson T., b. 8-feb-1908, d. 1-nov-1970, buried next to lula mulkey MULKEY, Lizzie M., b. 9-jul-1945, d. 28-jan-1990, buried next to trulan mulkey MULKEY, Lula, b. 2-dec-1909, d. 17-may-1984, buried next to johnson mulkey MULKEY, Trulan O., b. 10-jul-1932, buried next to lizzie mulkey O'DONALD ROBERTS OWENS, Beatrice, b. 12-apr-1930, d. 11-nov-1995 PATTERSON, Della W., b. 14-mar-1909, buried next to norman patterson PATTERSON, Norman J., b. 10-dec-1906, d. 23-jan-1970, buried next to della patterson PEDEN, Robert M., b. 13-jan-1949, d. 2-oct-1999 POOLE, Charles J., b. 1948, d. 1997 PRUITT, Gary Dean, b. 9-oct-1955, d. 21-sep-1987 PRUITT, Gary O., b. 16-may-1935, buried next to martha pruitt PRUITT, Martha L., b. 3-jan-1939, d. 23-jun-1997, buried next to gary o. pruitt REED, Luther (Buck), b. 4-may-1941, d. 24-sep-1989 REED, James H., b. 31-jul-1919, d. 24-sep-1996 RICHARDSON, Clifford R., b. 6-may-1942, d. 14-apr-1991 RICHARDSON, Elton P., b. 19-jan-1914, d. 4-dec-1988, m. 2-jan-1932, buried next to walker richardson RICHARDSON, Robert Brian, b. 28-feb-1962, d. 19-aug-1983 RICHARDSON, Walker, b. 10-sep1910, d. 3-may-1973, m. 2-jan-1932, buried next to , Elton richardson ROBERTS, Arthur, b. 11-oct-1903 ROBERTS, Louise Revis, b. 19-aug-1906, d. 5-aug-1994 ROTHELL, Claude W., b. 1910, d. 1977, buried next to corrie rothell ROTHELL, Corrie A., b. 1913, d. 1975, buried next to claude rothell SAMMONS, Ruby W., b. 11-nov-1919, 6-mar-2000 SANDERS, Carolyn W., b. 26-dec-1948, d. 17-sep-1998, buried next to charles sanders SANDERS, Charles E., b. 2-jun-1943, buried next to carolyn sanders SANDERS, Ed, b. 3-mar-1905, d. 19-aug-1998, buried next to elma sanders SANDERS, Ellis, burried next to maggie sanders SANDERS, Elma W., b. 2-aug-1907, d. 29-jan-1994, buried next to ed sanders SANDERS, Maggie, Buried next to ellis sanders SANDERS, Stacey Dwayn, b. 16-sep-1970, d. 15-oct-1970, buried next to wesley sanders SANDERS, Wesley Lane, b. 29-jun-1968, d. 22-nov-1968, buried next to stacey sanders SCOTT, Gladys K., b. 8-oct-1915, d. 5-may-1993, buried next to walter scott SCOTT, Walter E., b. 14-sep-1895, d. 1-nov-1972, buried next to gladys scott SCOTT, William N., b. 26-jul-1922, d. 14-feb-1982 SMITH, Rufus Aaron, b. 9-nov-1919, d. 23-feb-1998 SHEDD, Arthur A., b. 10-may-1910, d. 17-nov-1951, buried next to brother paul shedd SHEDD, Inez, b. 7-aug-1914, d. 7-mar-1985, p. lee b. & h. tompson SHEDD, Paul A., b. 11-sep-1908, d. 15-dec-1969, buried next to brother arthur shedd SIMPSON, Jeri A., b. 4-aug-1938, d. 28-sep-1993 SIMPSON, Morris L., b. 23-jan-1940, buried next to jeri simpson SLUDER, Kimberly Jean, b. 2-nov-1960, d. 29-may-1961 SMITH, Delphia S., b. 17-sep-1891, d. 7-jul-1973 SMITH, Gaston L., b. 24-nov-1927, d. 2-jul-1995 STANTON, Robert Walton, b. 6-aug-1908, d. 14-jan-1993, buried next to myrtie stanton STANTON, Myrtie Bright, b. 5-jun-1907, d. 15-feb-1998, buried next to robert stanton STEPHENS, Frank J., b. 23-aug-1934, buried next to martha stephens STEPHENS, Martha E., b. 20-sep-1937, buried next to frank stephens SUMMEY, Johnny M., b. 12-jan-1932, 20-nov-1999, buried next to peggy summey SUMMEY, Peggy B., b. 12-mar-1940, d. 24-sep-1999, buried next to johnny summey TAYLOR, Alice G., b. 1893, d. 1978, buried next to roscoe taylor TAYLOR, Bessie E., b. 1907, d. 1983, buried next to olin taylor TAYLOR, Dessie H., b. 1929, buried next to john taylor TAYLOR, Gladys H., b. 1926, buried next to oliver taylor TAYLOR, John A., b. 1932, buried next to dessie taylor TAYLOR, Olin L., b. 14-oct-1930, d. 10-mar-1966, buried next to bessie taylor TAYLOR, Oliver, b. 1915, d. 1973, buried next to gladys taylor TAYLOR, Roger Lane, b. 17-jan-1968, d. 18-jan-1968 TAYLOR, Roscoe C., b. 1893, d. 1954, buried next to alice taylor TEMPEST, Gary D., b. 1935, d. 1989 TEMPEST, Joyce L., b. 1942, buried next to gary tempest TERRY, James L., b. 7-jul-1917, d. 14-jun-1995, buried next to susie terry TERRY, Jerry L., b. 5-dec-1948, d. 17-aug-1995 TERRY, Susie V., b. 8-oct-1923, buried next to james terry THOMSON, Bonnie H., b.15-may-1931, d. 30-sep-1993, buried next to charles thonson THOMSON, Charles C., b. 14-jul-1928, buried next to bonnie thomson TURNER, Cratie H., b. 10-sep-1897, d. 29-aug-1979, buried next to dock turner TURNER, Dock, b. 7-nov-1904, d. 17-nov-1982, buried next to cratie turner TURPIN, Annie M., b. 17-aug-1913, d. 12-oct-1998, buried next to jessie turpin TURPIN, Jessie F., b. 2-feb-1910, d. 10-jan-1993 TURPIN, Macie M., b. 1902, d. 1972 WALTERS, Bennie Jeanette, b. 1924, d. 1993, buried next to mother mary walters WALTERS, Mary Alice F. Hudgens, b. 1897, d. 1979, buried next to daughter bennie walters WATSON, Campbell B., b. 31-may-1910, d. 11-aug-1967 WATSON, Marie W., b. 11-jul-1941, d. 28-mar-1962 WATSON, Phillip F., b. 15-sep-1920, d. 14-may-1976 WATSON, Roney Arnold, b. 11-aug-1886, d. 4-feb-1956 WATSON, Ruby R., b. 22-feb-1912, d. 29-nov-1981 WATSON, Ruth, b. 1926, d. 1990, buried with johnny hamby WEB, Fannie Jane B., b. 22-nov-1903, d. 26-nov-1974, buried next to henry web WEB, Fred Junior, b. 13-aug-1936, d. 11-oct-1978 WEB, Henry Fred, b. 14-apr-1902, d. 28-dec-1980, buried next to fannie web WEBB, J.C. Harvey, b. 9-nov-1920, 7-dec-1991, buried next to sudie webb WEBB, Sudie W., b. 29-mar-1916, d. 4-jun-1988, buried next to j.c. webb WHEELER, Dennis Shawn, b. 7-jun-1979, d. 12-feb-1986 WHEELER, Edgar, b. 30-oct-1915, d. 31-oct-1964 WHITEFIELD, Charles, b. 1952, d. 1972 WHITEFIELD, Margie Faye, b. 1945, d. 1995 WHITEFIELD, Shirley Barbara, b. 18-dec-1946, d. 1-nov-1974 WHITFIELD, Christie P., b. 1972, d. 1972, buried next to vester whitfield WHITFIELD, Vester P., b. 1924, d. 1970, buried next to christie whitfield WILLIAMS, Courtney, b. 20-may-1919, d. 20-aug-1998 WILLIAMS, Dorothy P., b. 22-may-1931, d. 2-mar-1994