Brown with her ancestor James Hains
Thursday of last week we were supposed to meet our son and his friend in Gatlinburg for a few days. Unfortunately, the friend's mother passed away, so the trip was postponed.
Some time during the early part of the week I was researching some of my ancestors on-line and found a picture of a church cemetery where my great-great-great-great-great grandfather is buried. I showed the picture to my husband Jim, and he suggested we go see it. His idea was that we were supposed to go somewhere and it didn't work out, so let's take this trip instead. I was reluctant because of the gas situation. He suggested we go back to the Biltmore. I reminded him that I don't want to go unless it is decorated for the Christmas season. He then added that he really wanted the two of us to get away. That did it.
Wednesday morning we left out and headed to North Carolina. We stopped in Asheville in the afternoon and decided to spend the night there. As we were driving to a restaurant for dinner, we saw stations selling gas. On the way back to the hotel, those same gas stations were dry.
The next morning we left Asheville with about a fourth of a tank of gas. We stopped at a rest area, and I struck up a conversation with the lady who worked there. She said the gas shortage had not seemed to stop anyone from traveling. I mentioned that we were in need of gas. She said a Love's Truck Stop, 3 exits east on I-40, had received gas about thirty minutes before that. I thanked her profusely, and off we went to buy gas. It was $4.09 a gallon, but it was no time to argue.
Next we set our sights on Mooresville, NC. I am familiar with Mooresville, TN, and expected the other Mooresville to also have 2 churches, a cemetery and a country store. I had no idea that the NASCAR folks were so involved in the area.
Mooresville, NC has a wonderful library. It is a lovely structure, but the history room provided no additional information on my Haynes ancestors. It seems they arrived in that area from Pennsylvania around 1760 and fought in the Revolutionary War. This one forefather died in 1789 and his wife shortly after. Their three sons, who also fought in the Revolutionary war, received land grants and moved to Middle Tennessee in the early 19th century. Only the daughters remained in North Carolina. The young man in the history room tried to be helpful, but he directed us to another old Presbyterian Church cemetery on the opposite side of town. We remembered that funeral directors know where cemeteries are located, so we stopped and inquired at the local funeral home. The directions were excellent. He sent us out Highway 3 where we went right past Dale Earnhart Enterprises. (What a magnificent building that was!)
We found the Coddle Creek Church Cemetery and the monument marking the grave of James Hains. The writing on the stone reads, "Here lys the body of James Hains who deceased the 7 day of June 1789 aged 65". His wife has no stone. (I suppose his sons changed the spelling of their last name when they moved to Tennessee. Does Haynes look better?) The church there is still active, and the cemetery has recent graves as well as old ones.
We finished our trip with a couple of nights in Gatlinburg. We stayed at Johnson's Inn, where my family has stayed for over fifty years. They were having an "owners special", and the rooms were $44.95 a night -- for Friday and Saturday nights. What a deal! That meant that they had lots of empty rooms. We always feel at home there.
I love cemeteries anyway, probably because my family lived in one for my first three years, and I enjoyed my visit with my ggggg grandparents. I tried to imagine their lives and what the area looked like when they were alive. I am sure they never dreamed of a car, much less having those NASCAR racers as neighbors.