Huff Cemetery

I will refrain from the obvious 'went off in a Huff' references.

It is astounding the number of families that distant kin married into. Though considering the number of generations involved it really should not be.

Today's journey took us to a rather interesting family cemetery. So often these places are abandoned and overgrown. Not so this Huff Cemetery! In fact, there was even a notice posted:

Now I can understand the 'We are full' sentiment. But is people just digging graves really a problem in this day and time? 

All I can imagine is the independent Hit Man needing someone to dispose of his latest contract.

There are a number of large Oak trees keeping the area in almost total shade. This means little vegetation. Initially the impression I get is more of a location nearer to the Colonial Coast. If there were Spanish Moss in the trees this could easily be Savannah and environs. After a few minutes I realize that what I am remembering is not the coast, but Grandma Rabbit's place. She took great pride in her little yard - also shaded by a couple of large trees - not having a single blade of grass nor anything green or growing other than the trees. And she kept a Brush Broom (A broom made of tiny branches instead of straw like a house broom. Picture something closer to a stereotypical Witch's Broom) at the ready. That yard was swept daily. Any leaves, sticks, acorns, or anything else that despoiled her yard was quickly swept away. The dirt was carefully and diligently swept and brushed into either a pleasant pattern or utter nothing according to her whims of the day. A Buddist Monk would be as proud to have such results in the temple Zen Garden.

Obviously folks here had the desire and means to commemorate their ancestors. There were at least two large stones erected to record them.

Oy! Walking here from Atlanta today would take several days. Google maps gives the time needed as 21.5 hours. That is just non-stop walking time. Factor in any breaks for food, biology, rest, and sleep and the time only increases. And that is for healthy people on modern roads. At the time the roads would have been little more than dirt or mud. It had to take the better part of a week back then.

As we arrived here later in the day, plumb tuckered from a day in the summer sun and heat, and considering there are almost 300 listed graves in the cemetery, a full audit is not in the cards. We have to content ourselves in finding the kinfolk and GPS tagging them.