Dave and I have been married for almost 48 years, and been together for 52. In all that time we had never been able to take an open-ended trip. We always had a schedule and always dreamed of the time when we could just get in a car and take off. With retirement Dave and I have begun to take the small trips we always dreamed of. Leaving Maine in the middle of “mud season”, we traveled to Ohio and then south to Kentucky and Tennessee to take in their beauty and of course to check out craft/weaving shops.
Following our exploration of Berea, Fort Boonesborough and a few civil war battlefields, we traveled south to the south-eastern edge of Tennessee and the gates of the Great Smoky Mountains. I had been there back in the 90’s when Josh and Kate traveled south with me driving Ben’s Z-28, tent camping at some beautiful spots as we made our way to Eglin AFB where Ben was in EOD school. Josh, Kate and I checked out the GSM National Park and learned some of the sad history of the Cherokee people who had inhabited this beautiful place for thousands of years.
On this trip we focused on the southern end of the GSNP. We traveled through breathtaking mountains, amazing wildlife, and more azaleas in bloom than I had ever seen. We saw our first bear (at a comfortable distance) and we saw huge patches of mountain laurel (wild versions of the rhododendrons in our gardens).We also got to see some of the log cabins and the churches that served the people who lived within the confines of what is now the Park boundaries, so many years ago. We marveled over the construction of some of the barns, imagined what it was like to live in the dogtrot log cabins- kitchen and birthing room on one side, bedrooms on the other side and a dividing area in between which took advantage of cool evening breezes. It was there that women would weave, or spin, or patch clothes during the day and into the evening while the light was good. Again, their weaving was practical and beautiful. Coverlets for the beds, material for clothing, rugs for the floor and the assorted towels needed daily chores. We learned about the use of local plants for healing and treating diseases. The little graveyards spoke to the common experience of losing your wife to childbirth, or losing a husband in a war or losing them in tragic farm accidents, and finally the periodic outbreaks of diseases such as typhus, diphtheria, and measles, often claiming multiple children and at least one parent.
I have often thought how neat it would be to travel back through time and live in a time when you really did provide for one’s own needs, but then it does not take me long to realize how difficult their lives were, not only enduring the creature comforts we take for granted (think hot showers), and the expectation that our dear children will grow up to adulthood with only minor losses.
Onward to Alabama!