This is an inkwash of the oldest home in my memory. The Homeplace my grandfather built, of lumber he cut. There is a path that leads up the creek behind the house to the Warrington homeplace. My Great Great Grandmother was a Warrington, and she was half Cherokee.
According to my mother, Bessie Steele, there was a General Warrington, who lived among these people, who led the local Cherokee’s on the Trail of Tears.
When the Cherokees left, they buried all their valuables. Years later, someone found deep holes in the area and thought perhaps they had returned for their treasures. It was a remote area, approximately a mile up a creek bed in a hollow between two ridges.
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