And it's also a very pleasant and pretty walk on a warm winter day.
This barn is one of the first scenic views, with the mountains in the background. It's really starting to warm up now that spring is here, and soon these trees will be covered in green.
This pretty and unusual house is still called the Musick house. It's important to me as a landmark - when we saw the Musick house, we knew we had really, really arrived! Grandma's house is less than a mile away now!
We make a left turn onto Adams Cemetery Road, a dirt road, and soon come to the cemetery itself.
It just so happened that the week we made this walk, I had been trying to find a photo of Burl Lane, the son of Abe Lane and his second wife, Florence Grizzle. We've collected photos of all of Grandma Peters' siblings except Burl. I was collecting info on his family and descendants to try to find a contact, who might have a picture of him.I didn't know that his wife, Argie Hammonds, was buried in this cemetery, along with their son who died young, and her parents. I shouldn't have been shocked to find them here, as coincidences like this happen all the time. Still, it's a strange feeling, as if they are reaching to me, just as I am reaching out to them.
This barn is just down the hill behind the cemetery. Supposedly there is an old house down in this hollow that was built by some Pendleton folks. Looks like another walk is in order....
This little shed has lots of history behind it. It was once a house, lived in by my uncle, Abe Peters, and his family while they were building their new house here on Copper Ridge. Cousin Herman Peters told us that this house was rolled backward on logs to make way for the new house. At some point, it was moved again, here next to the road.
This barn is just down the hill behind the cemetery. Supposedly there is an old house down in this hollow that was built by some Pendleton folks. Looks like another walk is in order....
This little shed has lots of history behind it. It was once a house, lived in by my uncle, Abe Peters, and his family while they were building their new house here on Copper Ridge. Cousin Herman Peters told us that this house was rolled backward on logs to make way for the new house. At some point, it was moved again, here next to the road. It's hard to believe that a family lived in this small dwelling, but in fact it must have been common. Kay and I have been researching a small house that once stood down in the hollow below Grandma's house. I believe my mother, Zella Mae Peters, was born there, and Uncle Carl and Aunt Frankie lived there when they started their married life. The Peters family likely lived in the house again when they moved back to Scott County from Kingsport in the 1930's. There would have been at least seven in the household then, Noble and Maggie, and five of their children. Can you imagine living in a house this size with five children?
Uncle Abe's little house is now home to these friendly basset hounds. At first that struck me as sad, but now I'm glad for it. Uncle Abe had a good job at the Kingsport Press and was able to build his family a nice home, with a sturdy barn beside it for the horses he loved. The little house was outgrown and could be used for other things, and so it's been taken care of over the years, and we can still stand at the front door and look in, and imagine the family who once lived here.
Uncle Abe's barn is still in good shape. Uncle Bill built one like it, just down the road.
And there are still horses up here on the ridge. I know Uncle Abe would be pleased about that, as horses were a passion he shared with his younger brother Glen.
And here is Grandma's little house, looking toward Clinch Mountain, as it's done since Uncle Bill built it in the 1930's.
The folks who bought it from Uncle Bill have lived here ever since, so this house has only had two owners. It is a happy home, surrounded by flowers, visited by grandchildren, and much loved.
Uncle Abe's little house is now home to these friendly basset hounds. At first that struck me as sad, but now I'm glad for it. Uncle Abe had a good job at the Kingsport Press and was able to build his family a nice home, with a sturdy barn beside it for the horses he loved. The little house was outgrown and could be used for other things, and so it's been taken care of over the years, and we can still stand at the front door and look in, and imagine the family who once lived here.
Uncle Abe's barn is still in good shape. Uncle Bill built one like it, just down the road.
And there are still horses up here on the ridge. I know Uncle Abe would be pleased about that, as horses were a passion he shared with his younger brother Glen.
And here is Grandma's little house, looking toward Clinch Mountain, as it's done since Uncle Bill built it in the 1930's.
The folks who bought it from Uncle Bill have lived here ever since, so this house has only had two owners. It is a happy home, surrounded by flowers, visited by grandchildren, and much loved. And any time I want, I can walk over and say hello. It's a wonderful feeling to be able to walk to Grandma's.
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