Memorial Day

This week I commemorate Memorial Day with repeat articles from the Normandy American Memorial Cemetery and Memorial, the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific, and the U.S.S. Arizona Memorial. Next week I will commemorate the 73rd anniversary of one of the greatest invasions in military history, the D-Day Invasion of June 6, 1944. Lest We Forget — No, […]

via Memorial Week Part 1 — R. Doug Wicker — Author

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Mexican Jay (lifer) Although I’ve lived in Arizona for over 40 years, I’ve never been to Madera Canyon before and only really became aware of it a couple of years ago from other birders. So, finally, I’ve experienced it and, like most of the other places in AZ that Tony and I have visited, it […]

via Madera Canyon — Glenrosa Journeys

Return Trip to Franklin County

Feel free to read my old blog entries about My first visit to Franklin County

Falls Mill 

Places to See and Visit in Franklin County, Tennessee 

There is something special about being in a rural area. If you are used to life in the city, the quality of the truly rural area become more appreciated. Your breathing improves, the pace of life is slower, the views a panorama and you are able to put life into a fresh perspective.

Living in cities of hundreds of thousands and millions of people is no big deal to us. But up until the Industrial Revolution, 95% of people lived on farms. To put things into perspective, during the 1760’s-1770’s, Boston, New York and Philadelphia were a combined population of around 50,000 amongst 3 million colonists.  At the turn of the 20th century, the number of automobiles in existence worldwide was in the hundred thousand range. Hundreds of millions of horses were used, 75 million of those in the The United States which had a population of around 100 million.

I previously had lived nearby in Tullahoma and worked in Winchester around ten years ago. Tullahoma had a suburban feel to it.  Winchester is a small town. The area southwest of Winchester called Belvidere is where the natural beauty is.  Then you get to Huntland which is a town of not more than 1,000 people.  Its biggest claim to fame is Johnny Majors played high school football there and won the 1951 State Championship.

Belvidere is where David “Davy” Crockett and his first wife Polly lived from 1812-1815.  I have wondered for the past ten years where her grave site was.  I figured already that it was generally due east of Huntland, but there is no simple way to get there since it is well off Highway 64 (Crockett Highway) and not exactly easy to get to.  After wondering around and dead-reckoning for about 30 minutes, I stumbled across the marker indicating the gravel road where it led to.  The pictures are self-explanatory.  If you do make your way out here, just park your car at the base of the road and walk the 100 yards or so.  It isn’t suitable for vehicles, but the walk itself is part of the adventure.  Her grave is on high ground and at the time she was buried, I am fairly certain that the trees were either much smaller or had not started to grow yet.

I will blog about Falls Mill soon. But this part of the trip alone made it more than worth the time.