Glimpse of the Past

This weekend I went with friends for the annual tour of Oakland Cemetery, where the 6 residents make an appearance and share their stories...

Peggy Mitchell goes back to her sequel, confiding 'that Rhett will rue the day..."

Davy Crockett's grandson confides that Davy was never called Davy, it was David...and that his wife was Peggy Mitchell's aunt, I believe.

One of the Lynch brothers shares about his brothers' tendency to brawl, his family's entrepreneurial contributions to early Atlanta's success and the tippling room where everyone had their own cup and many a deal was cut...

On the far side of the cemetery, things got a bit more atmospheric...and an Atlanta madam told a tale about her very good hearted establishment and that many folks said she was the inspiration for Peggy Mitchell's Belle Watling. She wasn't sure about that since she was gone by the time Peggy was born...

Many of the mausoleums were open so we could see the beautiful stained glass inside.

This lady told of the section called Slave Corners, originally outside Oakland, that was taken over by the cemetery and how her white family (she was born to free parents but was widowed when the family moved to Atlanta and she came with them) got permission to have her buried in their family plot.  Quite exceptional.

We are told we'll meet a few more residents next year. I'll be there!

Still Life

Pumpkins with Personality

Flare

Friday Afternoon

Aaaahctober

Thistle

Hardy Orange

This is a Hardy Orange with its fruit.  The fragrance of the fruit rivals that of the tea olive. It is absolutely delightful.  As you can see, it is planted at the front walk of this cabin. 

This cabin has captured my imagination. It hangs from the side of a mountain off a dirt road.  The angle is so steep that stairs were built to be able to walk from  a landing the level of the dirt road to the front porch.  The window frames are painted a beautiful green, the chimney is stone and the roof is a bright tin. A deep front porch runs 3/4 of the way across the front of the cabin.

This beautiful old place is abandoned.

It is literally dissolving back into the mountain.

The windows are now broken out, parts of the structure sag...

I know it must have been loved and that the people were proud of their home - so pleased to welcome visitors that they planted this hardy orange to greet them with this wonderful fragrance part of the year, and the striking, thorny, dark green stems the rest of the year.

What happened to them?  

I wonder...

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