Happy Birthday Ross Reding on your
94th. I received a nice letter from Mr. Reding recently. He
mentioned several things in his letter that was old news, but new to
me. He said that he attended the old New Hope school which was a
two-story red brick building with Eleanor Key as one of his teachers.
He wrote that the school had a fenced lot which kept Ms. Key’s horse
while she taught school. The horse pulled her buggy which carried her
to and from school each day.
I wrote my thanks back to him for the nice letter and
shared that my Aunt Lillian (Goin) McKinney was a close friend of
Eleanor. They both had attended the red brick school when they were
students.
I attended the grave service when Eleanor died back in
the mid nineties. Eleanor was the granddaughter of Dr. George Key. Dr.
Key was the first school teacher and minister at the Methodist Church
of Onega.
We are honored to have several ninety-year-old
youngsters still in the area. There is Lorraine Stephens, who has just
celebrated her ninety-five years. Mrs. Stephens was a Belcher
originally. Mrs. Corrine Adcock has also just turned into the
nineties. I know there are others in the neighborhood, please let me
know. These old young historians help me keep me straight on
information locally both then and now.
Since last week, when I discussed Indian graves in the
area, I have heard from several people who have observed several
strange carvings on old rocks and boulders. There are many large iron
rocks in the area that have carvings on them. I am inclined to believe
these were markings of the Native Americans that were here before us.
The Caddos, Kiowas, Keechies, Ionies, and Tonkawas had dwellings in
the Trinity water sheds some time before the Cherokees began arriving
in the 1840's and 1850's.
The recent descriptions, make me think that the
carvings are Cherokee, because the markings resemble the Cherokee
alphabet which was created by Chief Sequoyah. He could have been in
these parts; it has been discovered that he had friends all of the way
from the Preston Crossing in Grayson County to the Rio Grande River
near Piedras Negras. His burial location was a few hours away from
Piedras Negras, as the travel is today, but took days back in the
1830's.
Chief Sequoyah was raised in the Cherokee Nation
before it was dissolved on orders from the federal government. He grew
up in the Smokies near the Old Fort Loudoun. After Sequoyah became
popular after creating the Cherokee alphabet, he sat for a portrait in
Washington around 1828, where his statue is now located. In a
twelve-year period, he came from a Cherokee with no schooling, and
with little help from others, developed and wrote a language so simple
that many learned to read in a short time.
He used the white man’s idea of writing words, which
he called "talking pictures." Sequoyah took Cherokee words and divided
them into sounds. He took the Cherokee words and divided them into
sounds.
For each word he chose a letter from English or German
pages. He found 86 characters in all. Thus, a three-syllable word
required only three characters. A small book with 500 words plus an
equal number of names and phrases is available at the Cherokee
Publications at Cherokee, North Carolina.
Sequoyah built a small home in Oklahoma during 1820's
and continued developing his vocabulary before he met opposition from
others and decided to leave. He came through this area and made his
way down to the river with opposition forces which included the United
States Army. He found his way to a small village in Mexico where he
had many Cherokee followers after his arrival. He made his final home
in and near a Mexican Fort that still has remains as of today.
He died in a cave of rattlesnakes that were in place
to protect and keep his remains from vandals. He succeeded in his last
venture; the rattlesnakes still stand guard at his tomb.
The photo is of a carving on a large boulder on the
Cagle Hill Ranch. This is the Ranch that will be hosting the Cherokee
Heritage Festival on April 17. Make plans to drop by for a good day’s
entertainment and a group of fine people. Don’t forget to look at the
big boulders for some of the markings that are over centuries old. The
large boulders are not generally tomb markers; they are too large to
move around from one location to another.