Posted on 05/23/2010 8:09:15 AM PDT by jay1949
The State of Tennessee was pure Backcountry, untainted by Cavaliers or Puritans in colonial and early American times, and so a large proportion of its settlers lived in log cabins. . . . Tennesseans are proud of their log-cabin heritage and there are accordingly many surviving examples of this Backcountry architecture in the state. [Contemporary photographs of 20 log cabins]
(Excerpt) Read more at backcountrynotes.com ...
Wifey and I drove thru the National Park about this time last year, but were in the dark regarding Cades Cove.....sorry we missed the loop. Stunning country.
All of what became Tennessee was once Washington County, NC. It started on the west of Burke and Wilkes County, and stretched onward, certainly to the Mississippi River.
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Daddy never would admit the family was from west virginia ☺
We love going to Cades Cove when we go to Gatlinburg, when I was younger I hated going but now that I’m an old fogey i really enjoy it, heh.
This post has me thinking back about long dark part of my past. Never knew my grandpa, he died in a gasoline tanker accident when my mother was 2.
She lived in a shack after that as there was no income. the shack was just down a way from my great grandparents farm.
They took care of them.
Then my step grandad married gramma. Both of his parents were deaf, seems that they were both orphans and back in the orphanage they were dosed with coal oil for ear infections.
My my my... I havent thought of these things in years.
Life wasnt that easy back then but I have a LOT of fond memorys of that old farm.
I’ve watched my grandmother churn butter ... “come butter come.”
I’ve drank white lightning before, you can tell the good stuff by the little bubbles streaming up through the Mason jar. It’s better with some fruit in it, but don’t eat the fruit unless you enjoy being in a near-coma, lol. Never was wild about it though, even the best of the stuff was too rough.
I’ve had some great homemade peach brandy before, though.
Landon Carter, to be sure — Carter County, TN, was named for him, I believe, and he was a “ringleader” in the State of Franklin movement.
The name “Back Country” was coined by East Virginians, not by the settlers who went there, but it stuck. It did give a good indication of the orientation of the plantation owners — to the east, toward England. See:
http://www.backcountrynotes.com/history/2008/12/5/the-backcountry-defined.html
Butter is way more enjoyable than white lightning LoL
We used to make applejack. Simple and yummy with a kick!
I have churned butter. I have my grandmothers churn around here someplace. It is the glass jar with the wooden paddles in the lid. That was her NEW churn. There was also the traditional wooden kind with the plunger that went up and down but someone else got that one.
I used to help grammar churn the butter when I was kid, and make the bread.
There is nothing better than that hot bread slathered with fresh butter.
she made awesome cake donuts too. I got all the center I could handle sprinkled in sugar and Cinnamon!
he would often take a piece of home made bread, lather it with home made butter and sprinkle it with sugar to give us as a treat. Its called Al feniquie
A reply or two regarding TN ancestors with Revolutionary War land grants probably dealt with one or the other of the Carters, they were the ones doling out the grants. At least one mentioned difficulties, and that would stem from the “creativity” that I mentioned.
What became Carter County was pretty much the epicenter of the Wautauga Association. That was the first European government west of the Appalachians. By some accounts, it constituted an independent, unrecognized State just as the later Franklin did. They had an independent streak in them that went back even before then.
The Wautauga Settlement was largely settled by former Regulators who refused the oath of allegiance to Great Britain after the Battle of Alamance. The “Overmountain” men of King’s Mountain fame had among them many former Regulators as well.
It’s sometimes amazing, the history you encounter every day, just through the ancestry of the otherwise very ordinary people you meet. For instance, my high school biology teacher was a Sevier.
I remember Grammar used them old flat cast irons as door stops.(you know them old clothes irons that you heated on a stove) I think we found like 17 of them on the property when they closed the house.
I have often wondered what became of my great Grandads tools and all the books that where there.
Yes I remember turning that crank. Dad had to take over near the end.
My east Texas grandma dipped snuff and took her teeth out at night and put them on the bedside table. (That scared me) LOL! My Houston grandma was a Victorian lady.
I grew up just down the road from where the first home was built in the Connecticut Western Reserve
LoL!
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