So much to see...feel....smell...touch....and learn.
Cathy McClanahan...my "Sister by Heart" didn't let us leave Virginia
without a ride through what her Daddy called "The Old Country."
One spot we visited was Sherwood Forest...and yes, we were on Robin Hood Lane.
This was part of our journey to experience a swinging bridge...over the North fork of the Holston River.
I actually think we were in Tennessee...at this point.
Daniel Boon Country!
Cathy loved to take me exploring.
We hiked mountains, climbed fences, filled our pockets with rocks,
and drank in peace only found in nature.
Early settlers built log cabins...some still standing today.
This cabin is a little different, in that it has two front doors, side by side.
Cathy suggests one of these is what they call the "coffin door."
During this time in history, funerals were held in the home.
The second door could be opened...allowing the coffin to be carried in and out
with room for pall bearers on each side.
In homes with two front doors that are not placed side by side,
one door was for good spirits to enter, and the second door for evil spirits to leave.
Old churches with two front doors have a different history.
Originally one door was for white people and the second door for their slaves.
After slavery, one door was entry for men and one for women.
This cabin is a little different, in that it has two front doors, side by side.
Cathy suggests one of these is what they call the "coffin door."
During this time in history, funerals were held in the home.
The second door could be opened...allowing the coffin to be carried in and out
with room for pall bearers on each side.
In homes with two front doors that are not placed side by side,
one door was for good spirits to enter, and the second door for evil spirits to leave.
Originally one door was for white people and the second door for their slaves.
After slavery, one door was entry for men and one for women.
This church was built in 1937...painted "That Green"
a term I learned referring to the green fabrics of the thirties.
Nested in the mountains....neighborhood churches are common.
Typical of Southern Women....beauty and grace adorns everything.
Even the front gate at the entrance of private property displays a seasonal wreath.
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