County Music Instruments -A LbNA #31392 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | May 28, 2007 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Norris |
| County: | Anderson |
| State: | Tennessee |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Michel LaBranche  |
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| Found by: | Goldfinch22 |
| Last found: | May 28, 2007 |
| Status: | F |
| Last edited: | May 28, 2007 |
NOTE. THIS BOX IS MISSING! Michel LaBranche July 27, 2007
Paw said to Maw, "Maw, we needs to go for a little vacation. I'll take my fiddle with us so you can sing a little and we'll have a good old time! I'll stop by the old barn and catch some trout in the nearby creek, and you can get some corn meal and make me some hoe cakes like I likes 'em fer breakfast." So, off they went with their horses pulling their wagon. It was nearing their 42nd wedding anniversary.
They followed I-75 for 1.5 weeks and got off at exit number 122 telling them they had already come 122 miles from the GA state line near Chattanooga. They went by the Museum of Appalachia where Paw had previously sold some antiques, and then turned north on US Highway 441. For those in the know, it was Clear they was heading for the Creek and the sitting bench where Paw had proposed to Maw 43 years ago.
After passing by the Walnut Orchard and then the Island Home Baptist Church, a little island in the river told Paw he was near his spot, and so he stopped his horses and waded the river to cut him a bamboo fishing pole. He started up again, and turned east at the first road he came to. Pulling into the first little parking lot he came to, he gave Maw a peck on the cheek and said, "Here we are my Liza dear. Remember this place where we first fell in love."
Paw took his fiddle, and they crossed the creek bridge and climbed some stone steps, stepped around a contraption, and started their journey east down the trail. Paw marked a tree those many years ago with two small strips of red and blue tape in the shape of an 'X'. There was one of each color. It was high, on their right, and he wondered if it was still there because it was there where he first held hands with his 'Lil Liza Jane'.
A short way down the Historic Trail, he looked up to see the power in the sky and knew right away it was the cause of death for so many trees. "There oughta be a law against these herbicides!", he told Maw. They walked past Devils Descent and through Dead Beech Gap, and down to the Dyer Hollow cross roads. They crossed over, and took to the high road that followed the creek. It was running exceptionally Clear today!
Soon they came upon 'their place' where Paw had proposed to the winsome Liza Murphy. He even scratched her name there - Liza Jane. She shyly smiled to see that it was still there; barely, but still there! Paw took his fiddle from its box and it never sounded so sweetly as he played for his Liza through the night.
Morning came and Paw knew he had squeezed out the best music his fiddle had to offer that fateful night night. He retired it nearby, just inside, safe from the weather, but where spiders and critters abide. Just as he hid his fiddle, a big spider bit him on the hand and he died the next day. Sweet Liza left the fiddle where her Mikey Joe had left it for future sweethearts to find. Maybe you will bring your sweetheart to this magical place, find the fiddle, take it from its case, and make some sweet music of your own! If its still there, you must promise to re-hide it, lest the ghost of Mikey Joe come upon you in the night giving you terrible dreams and feelings of guilt!
Paw said to Maw, "Maw, we needs to go for a little vacation. I'll take my fiddle with us so you can sing a little and we'll have a good old time! I'll stop by the old barn and catch some trout in the nearby creek, and you can get some corn meal and make me some hoe cakes like I likes 'em fer breakfast." So, off they went with their horses pulling their wagon. It was nearing their 42nd wedding anniversary.
They followed I-75 for 1.5 weeks and got off at exit number 122 telling them they had already come 122 miles from the GA state line near Chattanooga. They went by the Museum of Appalachia where Paw had previously sold some antiques, and then turned north on US Highway 441. For those in the know, it was Clear they was heading for the Creek and the sitting bench where Paw had proposed to Maw 43 years ago.
After passing by the Walnut Orchard and then the Island Home Baptist Church, a little island in the river told Paw he was near his spot, and so he stopped his horses and waded the river to cut him a bamboo fishing pole. He started up again, and turned east at the first road he came to. Pulling into the first little parking lot he came to, he gave Maw a peck on the cheek and said, "Here we are my Liza dear. Remember this place where we first fell in love."
Paw took his fiddle, and they crossed the creek bridge and climbed some stone steps, stepped around a contraption, and started their journey east down the trail. Paw marked a tree those many years ago with two small strips of red and blue tape in the shape of an 'X'. There was one of each color. It was high, on their right, and he wondered if it was still there because it was there where he first held hands with his 'Lil Liza Jane'.
A short way down the Historic Trail, he looked up to see the power in the sky and knew right away it was the cause of death for so many trees. "There oughta be a law against these herbicides!", he told Maw. They walked past Devils Descent and through Dead Beech Gap, and down to the Dyer Hollow cross roads. They crossed over, and took to the high road that followed the creek. It was running exceptionally Clear today!
Soon they came upon 'their place' where Paw had proposed to the winsome Liza Murphy. He even scratched her name there - Liza Jane. She shyly smiled to see that it was still there; barely, but still there! Paw took his fiddle from its box and it never sounded so sweetly as he played for his Liza through the night.
Morning came and Paw knew he had squeezed out the best music his fiddle had to offer that fateful night night. He retired it nearby, just inside, safe from the weather, but where spiders and critters abide. Just as he hid his fiddle, a big spider bit him on the hand and he died the next day. Sweet Liza left the fiddle where her Mikey Joe had left it for future sweethearts to find. Maybe you will bring your sweetheart to this magical place, find the fiddle, take it from its case, and make some sweet music of your own! If its still there, you must promise to re-hide it, lest the ghost of Mikey Joe come upon you in the night giving you terrible dreams and feelings of guilt!