Obscured by thickening mist, it seemed just one more stone, like countless others thrusting through the leaf-mold in the folds of the ridge. He’d nearly strode past it, grown sure of his course, when the stone’s smooth regularity of texture and form made him halt.
~ from Kindred

In October of this year I traveled to North Carolina on a final (well, final for now) research trip to visit several settings in Kindred. I traveled with a friend, who I met up with in Wisconsin. We then drove south to Tennessee, where we stayed for a couple of days before the NC leg of the journey. While there we explored Cade’s Cove, an area of early mountain settlement. The settlers’ cabins, churches, graveyards and a mill are all preserved. Many of the photos I’ve used on this site were taken during this trip.

I seem to have taken quite a few photos of graves. This first one caught my eye because the man, John Oliver, was born during the year Kindred opens, 1793. And his wife’s name, Lurena…. I love it! I’ve a feeling the name will show up somewhere in the book before all’s said and done.



Another intriguing grave marker. North Carolina Rebels, indeed!


A
nd one more.. Many of the oldest graves around the churches of Cade’s Cove were marked by undressed stone, without even this much identification scratched onto their weathered faces.


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