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Published On: Aug 08, 2008 10:51 AM
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Published On: Aug 08, 2008 10:51 AM
A Drive through (my) History)
Greetings from Alexandria,
Virginia!
Driving here from Kentucky was like driving through a road movie of my personal and family history... if directed by Quentin Tarantino. It jumped around a lot.
I left the family farm and drove west to Murray, where I had attended college. I stopped by the courthouse for some legal matters that needed attending, and ran into an unfortunate cousin (I'm related to half of that county, you see, and they other half are college students or professors). I don't believe he recognized me. One of my ancestors was the first sheriff of Calloway County, and the older graveyards are full of identifiable kin. I drove on.
I drove through the fringes of the Land Between the Lakes, nee Between the Rivers. My family lived there from sometime before 1809, until the 1960's when the government decided to make a gift of the land to the Tennessee Valley Authority to create a National Recreation Area. For more information on this tragedy and the ploys used by the TVA to remove the families, see BetweenTheRivers.org, in particular This Article. Much later, in the 1990's, I had an internship with TVA and worked at a campground here, with my good friend and trailermate Adam (more on him later). I drove on...
...through Tennessee, on interstates 24 and 40, the route I used on my first fledgling roadtrips back in college. The target of those would be Knoxville, or the Smoky Mountains. I spent the night in Knoxville, and the next morning, drove on.
I crossed into Virginia that morning. I was conceived in Virginia, or so it's said. My ancestors also arrived in Virginia from Scotland, as far as we can tell. They were most likely sent over or fled due to the Jacobite Risings. Originally, Kentucky was part of Virginia, as Kentucky County, Virginia, before becoming its own state in 1792. It's possible that this leads to some of the genealogical issues I have in tracing my family further back than 1809.
As I drove on through Virginia, I passed Blacksburg, home of Virginia Tech. My friend (as mentioned above) Adam went to Forestry School here and, long before the Virginia Tech tragedy last year, was part of a much more personal tragedy for me. Adam was killed in a motorcycle accident on (if my memory serves) February 21, 1994.
Anyway, enough. I'll stop the boring now. :)
Driving here from Kentucky was like driving through a road movie of my personal and family history... if directed by Quentin Tarantino. It jumped around a lot.
I left the family farm and drove west to Murray, where I had attended college. I stopped by the courthouse for some legal matters that needed attending, and ran into an unfortunate cousin (I'm related to half of that county, you see, and they other half are college students or professors). I don't believe he recognized me. One of my ancestors was the first sheriff of Calloway County, and the older graveyards are full of identifiable kin. I drove on.
I drove through the fringes of the Land Between the Lakes, nee Between the Rivers. My family lived there from sometime before 1809, until the 1960's when the government decided to make a gift of the land to the Tennessee Valley Authority to create a National Recreation Area. For more information on this tragedy and the ploys used by the TVA to remove the families, see BetweenTheRivers.org, in particular This Article. Much later, in the 1990's, I had an internship with TVA and worked at a campground here, with my good friend and trailermate Adam (more on him later). I drove on...
...through Tennessee, on interstates 24 and 40, the route I used on my first fledgling roadtrips back in college. The target of those would be Knoxville, or the Smoky Mountains. I spent the night in Knoxville, and the next morning, drove on.
I crossed into Virginia that morning. I was conceived in Virginia, or so it's said. My ancestors also arrived in Virginia from Scotland, as far as we can tell. They were most likely sent over or fled due to the Jacobite Risings. Originally, Kentucky was part of Virginia, as Kentucky County, Virginia, before becoming its own state in 1792. It's possible that this leads to some of the genealogical issues I have in tracing my family further back than 1809.
As I drove on through Virginia, I passed Blacksburg, home of Virginia Tech. My friend (as mentioned above) Adam went to Forestry School here and, long before the Virginia Tech tragedy last year, was part of a much more personal tragedy for me. Adam was killed in a motorcycle accident on (if my memory serves) February 21, 1994.
Anyway, enough. I'll stop the boring now. :)
Posted: Fri - August 8, 2008 at 10:51 AM |
