Reunion At Newby Cemetary IV
By 1:00 P.M. on that Sunday, many of those attending the reunion at Newby Cemetary had headed back to their homes. The day had been a humid one, and several of us were senior citizens- some crippled but still surviving. (As for myself, I'm somewhat crippled by arthritis).
Having the pleasure of meeting again some of Roy and Trudy Fulks' children, I am especially happy that I was able to attend. Among Roy's children were Gracie, Dean, and Willard. They were there at Newby Cemetary. I don't suppose I'll ever encounter them again. They were Cousins always loyal to their friends and associates- former residents of Between The Rivers.
Daughter Jennifer and I then followed closely behind Cousin Charles Benjamin (Bennie) Pinnegar over more rough, hilly, and winding roads. Crossing a newly constructed bridge, then Duncan Creek, up one more hill, and we were at what was once a farm belonging to Henry Jackson (Jack) Fulks and his wife, Nancy Emeline Mitchell Fulks.
"A kind and gentle father and a friend to all"
Not my first visit to The Fulks Cemetary. Dad and Mother visited that old home place when they made yearly visits from Georgia back to western-Kentucky.
Once a small log home and barn had stood on what was a productive farm located in that
remote area. Catching the backwater of the flooding Tennessee River on a yearly basis, my ancestors subsisted there with little dependence on outside help.
Grandpa Henry managed to avoid service in The American Civil War. Reported was
that Union soldiers once entered the Fulks homestead, asking for directions through the woods leading to a conflict somewhere south. Grandfather had assisted them, but they seized his money and what else they needed, threatening to hang Grandpa Henry.
Known is that Union soldiers were encamped at Smithland in large numbers.(That town was less than twenty miles upstream from where Grandfather lived.) Rebels usually avoided areas where were such concentrations of opposing forces.
Bennie, Jennifer, and I saw their graves and tombstones. Doing so was a humbling experience for reason that I often long to meet those relatives who deceased before I was born.
There are thoughts I did not share with Cousin Bennie Pinnegar, dedicated caretaker of The Fulks Cemetary. That I am a time traveler and often visit those people from the past.
A prominent Chicago physicist recently quoted that the universe is comprised of fabric. I inferred that to mean 'matter', so I comprehend it fully. I think that I do.
Constantly into worm holes and on adventures that no-one would believe.
The reunion at Newby Cemetary during June, 2014 was such a journey.