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What?

        Mr. What is the most bashful of the honest-serving men. He is at the opposite end of the spectrum from Mr. Who. He's not stingy like Mr. Why but he can get lost in the shuffle. They are all just so compelling. After learning who, why, how, when and where it can be easy to skip the obvious question, what actually happened?

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        This page will attempt to flesh some of that out. What is the history behind the emigration? What happened on their way here and after they got here? What did they do? What happened in the lives of those who lived on our spot while they were here? What can we learn from them?

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        Mr. What has a unique way of guiding us to a wider view. From these histories, contexts and confluences of events, a story emerges. It's unspoken but hard to miss. It is a story of a spiritual awakening, a universal yearning that realized the unalienable right to be free and did something about it. 

The Whites

The Work of Moses

Starns' Defeat

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        In the 1760's and into the 1770's brothers Frederick Jr. and Joseph (Sr.) were both very engaged in land speculation. The brothers were naturally picking up where their father left off in an exciting, opportunity rich and foundational time. They made frequent trips into North Carolina and Kentucky. Their own sons joined them after they were old enough. These were among the first generations of Starnes who were born in America.

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        Joseph's oldest son, Joseph Starnes Jr. was born in 1755. Because of his experience with his father and uncle he knew the geography of Eastern Kentucky and Tennessee, as well as Western North Carolina and Virginia, very well. He proved to be a valuable scout for the American cause in the Revolutionary war. This was also surely true of his cousin Jacob, Frederick Jr.'s son. Joseph Jr. fought in the battle of King's Mountain and received a pension for his service. These are the people whose names were written in history but there were doubtless many other brothers, sisters, cousins and friends of that generation who were eager participants in a myriad of unknowable ways.​

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            By 1779 Jacob was in Kentucky helping Daniel Boone with the construction of Fort Boonesboro. He was likely one of the 31 axemen who blazed the infamous Wilderness Trail in March of 1775 [from? VA?] to the future settlement. Joseph Jr. had also been to Boonesboro as a volunteer on a relief expedition during the Revolutionary war.

           

            Sons Jacob and Joseph Jr. possessed the same adventurous spirits as their fathers, Frederick Jr. and Joseph. The sons surely convinced their fathers to come West to Fort Boonesboro and explore the bountiful prospects in Kentucky in what was now the United States of America. Frederick Jr., having dealt with the Shawnee, made his will before departing Washington County, VA with his brother Joseph Sr. and nephew Joseph Jr. on the two-week trek to Kentucky. Jacob and Valentine were there to meet them.

 

            Soon after in their quest for land to settle, Frederick Jr., Joseph Sr., his son Joseph Jr. and son-in-law Michael Moyer set out to explore land about 25 miles South. They reached the lower Blue Licks Creek and followed it up the narrow valley to the headwater springs. It was there they were attacked by 25 to 30 Cherokee. The only survivor was Joseph Starns Jr. who was fired upon for a mile or so as he made his escape through the undergrowth. He described the incident in the sworn statement for his well-deserved pension.

 

            "I was once in a company of four in the year 1779, April 7 over a watercourse in Virginia back of the settlements towards Boonesboro where we were fired on by about 25 or 30 Indians, and my father (Joseph Starnes), my uncle (Frederick Starnes) and brother-in-law Michael Moyer were shot and I made my escape although they saw me for upwards of a mile and kept firing on me, but I made my escape in the can and other undergrowth."

 

            He made his way back to Fort Boonesboro and told his tale. Col. William Whitley led the expedition with a small contingent of armed men, and likely Joseph Jr. showing the way, to the horrendous site. Col. Whitley wrote of the sight: "I buried them, Frederick's eyes were taken out by the birds, Joseph Starns' foot I could not find. The other Starns (likely Michael Moyer) was cut to pieces he being quite opulent and his heart taken out." [Whitney Papers, Vol.9 - Draper Manuscripts - Kentucky Papers (register, Kentucky State Historical society, July 1938) Vol. 36. No. 116, p.200

 

            There is also an account from the pension statement from George Michael Bedinger who arrived at Fort Boonesboro on that fateful day, April 7, 1779. When he got there, anxiety was already high in the Fort where Captain John Holden led 15 or so men. The Starns' were overdue. Two hours later Joseph Jr., thankful and heartbroken, weary and relieved, against all hope, returned. Mr. Bedinger in his statement (George Michael Bedinger Pension Statement & Application W.2992) confirms the tragedy.

 

            Joseph Jr. returned to Virginia as a militia guard escorting prisoners. He was burdened with telling his mother and siblings her husband and their father, as well as their uncle, were dead. He knew the risks and he knew his father and uncle knew those risks even better than he. Did that bring comfort to Joseph Jr.? No, it was awful. He was surely grieving, consumed with family responsibility and besieged with guilt. In 1784, he moved his family to Mecklenburg County in North Carolina. He stayed with his mother until his siblings were grown. In August of 1796 he married Rachel Rice, he was forty-one. They had 8 children (Eleanor, Joseph III, Jesse, Jarret Harrison, Sarah, Jacob, Rachel and Myra). In 1816, he and his family moved to a large tract of land on the Middle Little River which flowed into the Catawba River. He farmed and operated a grist mill. He also served as a Justice of the Peace in what was then Burke County and would eventually become Alexander County.

Daniel Wittenberg's Mills

Merchant, Miller, Mailman

        The millstone pictured above is from Daniel Wittenberg's Buhr mill. These pictures have been mistaken for two stones by people who know about these matters but it is two sides to the same stone. The image on the left shows a standard dress and the one on the right shows a sickle dress. If they were two stones, they would not work together. I am still trying to track down the second stone and am curious to know if it's made the same way. Maybe they started with one pattern and decided to change to the other, or maybe they flipped them for different purposes. Mr. Why will keep us informed as information comes to light.

The Mystery Land

        It must have been early in 1999 when I started making expeditions beyond our perimeter with Irving Wonder. We just wanted to see what was there. It was the Spencer tract that instigated the explorations. Our deed for that tract was filed on April 23, 1999. I remember Mr. Spencer asking how long we needed to close after we had come to terms. He suggested, "90 days should be enough, shouldn't it?" It was during that 90 days that I dug deep into the records and landscape all around the tract. I already had a pretty good idea where most of the borders were. I found a Black Gum tree that was marked. It was a corner to the Crooks' tract. You can see it in the section about obtaining land on Mr. How's page. I read about it in deeds going back a century, I knew it was there. Mr. Crooks' spot sits between the Spencer tract and what we now call, our peaceable kingdom. Louise Powell's land was fairly evident to the south as was Mr. Warta's land to the north. But there were some things that didn't fit, there was a gap.

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        I couldn't find a deed that lined up with the mystery land, there were no tax records. Who owned it? No one seemed to know and I was intent on finding out. Luther, I don't remember his last name, was the man at the Alexander County Tax Office who ran the mapping department. I knew him a little bit from getting maps, I asked him about it. He had been there for many years at that point. He not only knew about the tract, he went to his file cabinet and produced a deed!

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        It was a "Timber Deed" from 1950. It did not sell the land, it sold the timber. I'm not sure where Luther got it. I don't think it was recorded but it was evidently filed, in the sense that someone stuck it in a file cabinet, years prior. The property was owned by J. R. Bowman. It's boundaries were described as follows:

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        "Beginning at a rock corner in Moses Austin's line east forty-one poles to Daniel Bowman's corner a black oak - Thence south with said Bowman's line seventeen poles to a pine Bowman's corner on Wittenberg's line - Thence west with Wittenberg's line forty-one poles to a pine stump in Barnhill's line - Thence with Barnhill's line to the beginning corner seventeen poles containing four acres and a quarter..."

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        Those names sounded familiar, especially Moses Austin. I knew he was the county's first registrar of deeds. Of course there were many Moses Austins, I suppose there still are. Still, I was pretty sure the description was copied from deeds past. I had seen that a lot in my research. Unless there is a new survey, many times the metes and bounds from the previous deed were used. This can happen over and over, so often times it was impossible to tell when the actual survey happened and who the adjoining land-owners were at that time. 

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        Soon after, while going through the files of  "Falls Manufacturing Company" I found another reference to the tract, this one was recorded. Fall Manufacturing Company was the entity that built Rink Dam in the early 20's. Rink dam impounds the Middle Little River before it empties into the Catawba River. The endeavor required FMC to buy up all the land to be flooded. It also required "Water Rights Deeds" for any land connected to the river or the creeks that flowed into it. The complex agreements have always existed because while the spot doesn't move, the water does. It's a resource no one has an exclusive right to. The documents for all of this were extensive. Just the list of the deeds acquired is pages long. J.R. Bowman is one of them. 

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        Rock Creek flows from north to south through the tract to the Middle Little River so a deed was needed. It was recorded in 1925. It describes the tract:         "Beginning at a rock corner in Moses Austin's line ... " It was the exact description use in the 1950 deed.

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        I now had the name of the owner and a description of the land but I did not know what happened to Mr. Bowman or why he wasn't presently listed as the owner. I kept walking. We were about to close on the Spencer tract and my interest was peaked. There were four acres adjoining that were seemingly up for grabs. I realized how correct that assumption was when I saw the fresh survey markers. Our neighbor Mr. Crooks surveyed and claimed the mystery land.

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        As it turns out, that was a good thing. I was blissfully unaware of the efforts of a man named Frank Thomas. Mr. Thomas was the surveyor who almost bought the Spencer tract. You can read about that incident in David Spencer's section. The plan was to buy the Spencer tract and the Wittenberg's river tract. He would access the river via Starnes Lane through Spencer and to the peaceable kingdom. He had already surveyed the Wittenberg tract and divided it in half. Mr. Crooks was in on the deal and was going to buy half of the river tract which would enable Mr. Thomas to move forward on developing the other half. This would have been in 1994 before I even knew the river was there. 

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        It almost happened but Mr. Thomas got a little greedy and angered the Wittenberg heirs. I never met Frank Thomas but I wish I could have. Evidently he did his due diligence as a surveyor and had a good grasp on the old deeds. He may have had records that I did not. He definitely knew about the mystery land and it was included in the plat he made from his survey. That did not sit well with the Wittenbergs because the price they agreed to did not include the mystery land. I am not certain if they knew who owned it or if they thought the family owned it. Either way, the deal fell through.

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        I have a copy of the plat with the mystery land and the division line. I found two trees on the river bank that were marked. The marks were facing each other and the trees were about 20 feet apart. In the middle was a stake, I had to dig to find it. It had all the signs of the posterity of old borders but it was Frank Thomas in 1994. It was a line that never existed and would never come to pass. It is on the plat and I have that for you in the gallery below. 

 

        I still don't know what documents Mr. Thomas had. I contacted his wife after he died and she was very nice but could not find any records. I linked a few items together and made some assumptions. I can see how he got there but I don't know how he did. He may have had a document I have yet to find. I still do not know how the Wittenbergs acquired that particular tract. 

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        The deputy registrar of deeds at that time was Jean Starnes. She was always very helpful when I came in to pour through old records. I got to know her. The timber deed from 1950 was from JR Bowman to the loggers. One of those loggers, Guy Starnes, was Jean Starnes' late father. She was able to tell me a little bit about it. I don't recall whether it was an issue with the other loggers or with JR Bowman but Guy Starnes never got paid. Jean was born in 1939 and remembered the Bowmans. As she told it, they moved to California around 1947.

 

        When Mr. Crooks claimed the mystery land, he did so by simply selling it to himself but he did not guarantee hisself that he was the rightful owner. Such deeds are called "Quit-Claim" deeds. He paid the back taxes and waited for the statute of limitations to grandfather in his purchase. JR Bowman died in 1966 but as I understand it, the tax bill had been outstanding since 1982. It is reasonable to assume Mr. Bowman paid taxes on the land from California until he died and then someone else paid them until 1982. His wife, Espy, died at age 38 in 1938 giving birth to twins, the twins did not survive. I wrote a letter (in the gallery below) to JR Bowman. It came back stamped "return to sender". I think taxes fell through the cracks and were forgotten until Mr. Crooks claimed the land.

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        John Robert Bowman inherited land from DM Wittenberg in 1918. Here's the line: "I will and direct that Robert Bowman shall have that tract of land known as the Riley Austin Place and that tract of land joining the Riley Austin place." The will can be read by clicking Mr. How's button at the bottom to DM Wittenberg's section on Mr. Who's page.

 

        I deduced that Riley Austin was Moses Riley Austin who was the nephew of Moses Austin, the county's first registrar of deeds. the 1860 census lists Moses Austin as living with his brother James who was Riley's father.  I also discovered a deed from 1840 where Jesse Starnes sold 50 acres to Moses Austin. That 50 acres includes the what we now call the Spencer tract. It was all starting to fit. The mystery land sits on the southern border of the Spencer tract that Moses Austin once owned and maybe still did when he was living there with James and Riley. In 1918 the Spencer tract was called the "Riley Austin place." The "land joining the Riley Austin place" was the mystery land. JR Bowman sold the "Spencer" tract on July 10, 1946 to brothers Rob H. and Jerry O. Smith for $1000.

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        I later learned that Jerry O. Smith was a Postmaster for the Wittenberg post office in 1901. I had been on a quest for quite some time trying to locate where it was. One day in the history room of the Alexander County Library, I found a picture of an old log Wittenberg community post office. The book said the picture was from a Robert Tannihill  who was a descendent of postmaster Smith. In those days, when a postmaster retired a new postmaster didn't typically move in and take over. Instead the post office moved. The picture in the book was a different post office in a different location despite it's name. I learned this from searching out and finding Mr. Tannihill. He lives in Winston-Salem and was coming to town for the 50 year reunion at Lenoir Rhyme College. We met for lunch. He gave me a copy of his own book. That post office was nearby and it was interesting to learn about it but it was the wrong one.

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        I digress. Now I knew where the Riley Austin Place was and how it made it's way to us. I knew the mystery land was the "land joining the Riley Austin Place". I surmised JR Bowman moved away, sold the timber and someone paid taxes until 1982. But that was it, I didn't know what, if anything, about that tract was special or why it wasn't just part of the Riley Austin Place as opposed to being separated. I was convinced the description for the mystery land was used from a previous document because I was convinced the Moses Austin mentioned was the first registrar. Moses was long gone by the time his line was referenced in the timber deed or the water rights deed 25 years prior. I confirmed he owned the land just north of the mystery land from the 1840 deed when he bought it from Jesse Starnes. That record eluded me for a while because it was filed in Caldwell County. It was before Alexander County existed. I felt like there was still something I was missing.

Those answers came later, out of the blue.

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        Daniel Hayward Wittenberg, the patriarch of our spot's provenance, died on June 12, 1865. One week later, slavery was outlawed in Texas and was commemorated as "Juneteenth." Two months prior on April 14, Abraham Lincoln was shot. Daniel's will can be read by clicking Mr. How's button at the bottom of his section on Mr. Who's page. In it he leaves his son David 370 acres but does not describe it. Daniel had already divided and allotted his land to his children by deeds over a year earlier on February 3, 1864. The Civil War was raging. It was the day General Sherman began his "Meridian Campaign" against southern infrastructure.

 

        The deed to David is recorded in book B on page 318 in Alexander County. It describes 370 acres with metes and bounds. I've drawn it out and know where it is but I had not read far enough beyond that description. The deed is in the gallery below but I'll excerpt it here:

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         "Also one other tract joining the above beginning at a rock corner in Moses Austin's line east forty-one poles to Daniel Bowman's corner a black oak.... containing four acres and a quarter" It was the exact same description as the 1950 timber deed and the 1925 water rights deed.

 

        There was one more revelation that brought it all together, it was in David's will. The entire will can be read by clicking Mr. How's button at the bottom of  David Wittenberg's section on Mr. Who's page but here's the payoff:

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        "I give and devise to my sons David and William all of two tracts of land One tract containing three-hundred and seventy acres The other four and 3/4 acres being the mill place the place on which I now live...."

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       Mystery solved. We know Daniel H. Wittenberg had two mills, a bhur mill on the Middle Little River and a flax mill on Rock Creek. The mystery land was the site of the flax mill, David Wittenberg lived there. It could be that he grew up in that house with mom and dad, Catherine and Daniel. Today, there is no trace. If there was anything left, it was likely destroyed when the land was logged in 1950. If only the unassuming spot could talk.

The Wittenberg Cemetery

The Legend Confirmed

        The son and daughter of the eldest of Ransom Wittenberg's heirs (Ruth) were the first to sell their combined 1/6th share to us. Irving and I were best friends by then, he urged me to contact them. There was no real purpose behind his persistence but that didn't seem to matter much. I had the daughter's email address so I emailed her and asked if she had anything of interest she could share. Her mother was the person who wrote about the family for the "Alexander County Heritage" book. 

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        Ruth Wittenberg was born on March 29, 1915. She was the keeper of the family bible. Ruth died in 2006. The relics, and that role, now rested with her daughter. She replied to my request, it's in the gallery below. In closing she wrote:

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 "On January 10, 1986 - My mother left a note that said the family history of names may be found in the old cemetery that was destroyed by the building of a house on Duke Power land. Rock of people buried were piled up near [wife's name withheld] and [husband's name withheld] home [address withheld] Phone [number withheld]. I do not believe that she ever located the grave stones or was successful in preserving the family cemetery"

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        Irving Wonder would not let it go. The clues provided were solid, we started there. I called the number which was a very strange endeavor to undertake (no pun intended). 

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        I had already determined the house in question was likely built in the 1970's. The son of the couple who built it, lived there with his wife. It was she who answered my call. I tried to sound coherent but there's no proper protocol to ask about gravestones with an intrusive phone call. She was nice but said she didn't know anything about it and dispatched of me quickly.

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        For all we knew, the story may not have even been true. There was the implication that a previous attempt to confirm it was unsuccessful. I didn't see anything in my research that indicated Daniel H. Wittenberg had land on the Catawba River. Everything I knew was centered around his mill and post office on the Middle Little River. I had read Daniel's will and knew about his family. I knew about his son Peter who was not in the will. I didn't know much about sisters Sophia, Susan and Magdaline. It was son David who lived near our spot so I followed his lineage more closely.

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        Daniel's will bequeathed tracts of land but it did not give metes and bounds. Instead, it listed the money each would receive to offset disparities in acreage to make them equal in inheritance. David did not inherit the most valuable land that Daniel bequeathed. That honor went to his sister, Magdaline Herman. She got the tract that the others were measured against. Daniel's will gave $300 to David to make his inheritance equal with Magdaline. Sisters Susan Ekerd and Sophia Payne got the most money and least land. Susan was given $1575 plus the first choice of one horse and one cow. Sophia got $1275 and the second choice of a horse and cow. 

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        On February 3, 1864, Daniel made deeds for the transfer of the land, they were surveyed and described. I had previously mapped David's 370 acres and home place and figured out where they sat but I did not know where the sister tracts were. I redoubled my efforts in that regard. Magdaline inherited three tracts. According to the deed, two of those tracts were originally granted to Peter Keller and then willed to Peter's son, Christian Keller. Christian Keller was the father of Daniel Wittenberg's wife, Catherine. One of the Peter Keller tracts was on the Catawba River.​​

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        This information convinced me the story was true. I set out to find them. The area had many houses and also some woods. I went around knocking on doors and asking people for permission to walk their woods. I searched high and low. Everyone i talked to was nice and a few were very interested but I came up empty.

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        I decided I needed to call again but this time I had to talk to the husband. It was his parents who found the gravestones in the 70's, he probably knew more than she did. I wasn't sure how to make that happen because I didn't want to bother the wife again. She was very clear and did not mince words when we first spoke. I absolutely do not blame her, I was just some stranger calling their home asking about dead people. She was not rude, just a little curt. 

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        I'm not proud of this next part. By now I. Wonder was all over me about this. He even recruited his sister, Beatrice Fascinated. They ganged up on me. I started driving by randomly anytime I was out and about. I was hoping to catch someone in the yard and stop to chat. I called but never left a message. One time I called, the wife answered and I hung up. Yea, I know. I went back to driving by. I may have walked the wood one more time. I was researching all I could find but there were no records. All I had was the legend. This went on for a few weeks.

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        I resolved myself to call one more time. If the husband answered, great. If the wife answered, I would ask for the husband and if she offered to take a message then I'd do the best I could to make my case. The issue was dangling out there, I just had to nail it down. I got up my gumption and called, their teenaged daughter answered. when I asked for her dad, she said he was mowing the lawn but she'd go get him if it was important. I told her, it was not urgent and I'd just call back later. I jumped in my truck and went to the house. There he was, on his mower. I pulled into the driveway, he was finishing up. He shut down, I introduced myself.

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        This being the South, there was a certain amount of beating around the bush before just launching in. We complained about the weather a bit. He asked where I lived. I told him about our spot. He mentioned my wife by name and asked if I knew her. It took only a few seconds for us to realize that his teenaged daughter grew up taking riding lessons right here at the farm. Small world. At that point I told him why I was there and asked if he knew anything about the gravestones. He said, "yes, they're right over there stacked up behind the shed". Bingo!

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        He asked if I wanted them. I don't know if as a kid he remembered them being found. For him, they had always been there. His family had no connection whatsoever with the Wittenberg's. He and his family had no idea about who they were or any of the history surrounding them. I declined the offer. Like a dog chasing a car, I did not think this thing all the way through.

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        I went back, spread them out and took pictures. He offered them to me again, I declined again. I just didn't now the proper way to deal with such a situation. The actual graves were still there somewhere, likely underwater. As the story goes, they were originally found when the seawall at Lake Hickory's edge was built. That all seems a bit above my pay grade. I still don't quite know but that would change.

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        Over the next few years, I went back a few times just to see if they were still there. I took better pictures. On a subsequent visit, the teenaged daughter had grown up, married and was living there with her new husband. The parents were somewhere else. They asked if I wanted the rocks, I declined. A year or two later, I returned and she had a different husband. This one wanted a swimming pool. He was very nice as was everyone, every time. He told me the shed would be demolished in favor of the pool and everything, including the gravestones, was going to the landfill. I still had no idea why I should be the one to take custody of what I consider to be somewhat sacred, but that no longer mattered. I could not let them go to the landfill. This time I accepted the offer. Parts of our spot are where these people lived so it seems fitting they are here. 

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        There were six rocks, here are the names:

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        Daniel Wittenberg - Died June 12, 1865 age 81

        Catherine Wittenberg - Died August 22, 1855 age 70

        David Wittenberg - Died Jan. 7, 1874 - age 61 y's 6m's

        Lovina Wittenberg - Born July 8, 1817 Died Nov. 15, 1897 age 80 yrs 4m 7d

        Susannah Wittenberg - Died August 15, 1855 age 19 y's

        Noah F. Akerd - ​Born March 30, 1827 died June 7, 1865 age 30 y's 2m's 7d's

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        They can be seen in the gallery below.​ ​

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