The Dangers of Back Roads

Several months ago, Mrs. Br'er and I attended an out-of-state wedding. Rather than sticking to the interstate, we opted for some back roads. As is our wont, we periodically checked Find A Grave for anything interesting or nearby photo requests. If the request was close, in a small cemetery (we did not have the time or inclination to wander through thousands of graves), and we were so inclined at the moment, we would stop. Stretching the legs is always a good idea on a long drive. And, considering how remote some of these locations are, it was unlikely that anyone else would be looking to fulfill these requests.

Such was the case when we came upon Gillette United Methodist Church and its little graveyard. As you can see in the photos, it is a small country church dating to the early 19th century. It is located close enough to the coast that Spanish Moss survives in the trees.

This would make one helluva location for filming, telling ghost stories, having a Halloween Party, and any number of other activities. We ended up spending about an hour there. Far longer than we planned.

Totally worth it. In that hour, many two vehicles went past. It was absolutely quiet and idyllic. Everything one could hope for in a final resting place.

No idea if ZOE is a first name, last name, or initials. The size indicates a child.

One has to assume the Bates family was important to the area if they warrant a road named after them.