by Matt Neal
Location: Woodstock, Georgia
For
over a century, it was that old cemetery outside of town – peaceful and
quiet. But things, they are a-changin’. Now, it’s at the intersection of two
highways. And yes, I consider Main
Street a highway there.
After
parking my car and looking around, the first thing I noticed was the abundance
of family plots. So many of the graves
were enclosed, and that tradition continues today as new family plots are still
being made. There were, of course, the
resting places of several founding families.
The Dean and Johnston names were prevalent.
In
recent years several preservation efforts have done their part to improve the
grounds. They even added street-style
markers to help you find your way.
As I wandered around, the ever-present buzz of traffic filled my
ear. It was impossible to escape. And it will only grow louder in the coming
years.
To
my surprise, the front corner of the cemetery that juts up to the corner of
Main Street and Ridge Walk Pkwy actually holds new graves, and new family
plots. It seems the wrong direction to
expand. The other side is nothing but
trees. I worry that some over-eager town
planners of the future may decide the cemetery is in their way for the next
mini-mall or outlet store.
I
slowly made my way to the back, away from the highway, where several older
graves can be found. That’s when things
changed. Gone was the green grass,
replaced by leaves and pine straw. But I
was not out of the cemetery. No, I was
looking at ages of neglect and erosion.
Small stones that may have once been legible, may have once held some
message of hope or peace about the loss they represented, lay scattered
about. Rocks here and there told of poor
citizens, unable to afford the grand headstones of more prominent families. I brushed away leaves and debris from one
that lay flat, fallen over time. A chalk
rubbing could probably bring back the words it held, but I could not make them
out.
And
that’s when I noticed it. The terrain
was bumpy. All through the shady and
forgotten back corner, age-old coffins had sunken in, giving the ground that
unnatural appearance. In many cases, it
was impossible to know where the old graves were. A sudden feeling came over me, as of days
gone by, of forgotten people who once were dear to someone, and I was invading
their peace.
I
know efforts have been made to identify the unmarked graves. Town Historian, Juanita Hughes, keeper of all
things historical in Woodstock and columnist for the Cherokee Tribune, would be
the person to ask. I don’t ask her,
though. In the years I’ve spent
searching for old and forgotten treasures in this town, the one phrase I’ve
come to dread is, “Why don’t you talk to Juanita?”
One
day I will come across that lost ruin, that unknown bit of history that Juanita
has never heard of, doesn’t know all about, doesn’t have detailed documents on
in her files. That day hasn’t come yet,
but I still hope.
A
few years ago she wrote an article about a tour she gave at Enon Cemetery. For anyone interested in the cemetery, that
article is full of information.
I
also found Enon listed in several cemetery databases, including
Find-A-Grave. As an avid genealogist,
I’m very familiar with searching through old cemetery records. But I was pleasantly surprised at a new one I
discovered – BillionGraves.com. They
have actual plotted lat/long coordinates of what looks like every grave in the
place. That’s impressive. Think of the time consuming effort it took to
do that.
For
more information on Enon Cemetery, visit Woodstock Preservation Center on Main
Street in Woodstock. Juanita will be
there to assist you.
Thoroughly enjoyed your piece on Enon Cemetery. I often visit forgotten cemeteries. I love the history. I note family names, take photos, and share them. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliment. I love cemeteries, too. I love any old ruin that represents the past, and I love to feel the history it holds.
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