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Things I saw on the road today

The Battle of Kettle Creek

I was never much for history class. I don't think I ever made better than a C in any history class I ever took. Who wants to read about history in a textbook? So dry, so boring, completely sleep inducing.

I always thought I hated history, but it turns out that I don't. I love history. But I'm way behind. My plan to catch up is to learn it along with V. And to find different ways to make history feel alive for her and not mind-numbingly boring.

I've decided to stop at roadside historical sites whenever possible. While I have no way of knowing how she'll feel about it when she's older, I think they're really interesting. Hopefully she will too. Back in January I slammed on my brakes and quickly veered off the main road to take in the Kettle Creek Battleground in Wilkes County, Georgia.

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Often these roadside historical sites are down little dirt roads that aren't always well maintained. I think this adds to the fun (except when I drive around for half an hour and never find the site!).

I like to roll down the window and feel the history.

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I look at the old trees, left to their own devices, and wonder about the stories they could tell.

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Colonel Elijah Clarke was one of the men who fought at the Revolutionary War Battle of Kettle Creek on February 14, 1779. Later, nearby Clarke County (now Athens-Clarke County) was named for him, and details of his life were one of the sources used in creating Mel Gibson's character in The Patriot.

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So what is it about these places? Is it me or the place? Because I swear things feel different here.

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I think part of it is knowing Something Happened here. And part of it is that there was no one here but me that day. V was with her daddy, so I was alone. I'm not often completely alone.

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I'm not used to that feeling of being alone outside. It's pleasant at first, but it eventually puts me on edge, makes me feel vulnerable.

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It was so quiet there, so still. The sun was about to set and there was no one there but me and a few revolutionary spirits.

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I felt that I could almost hear the battle cry, almost see the blood in the dirt. I felt the history there and it surely felt alive.

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Tafari

What a wonderful photo story. I find it interesting that such horrific battles took place on grounds that can still be visit.

American has seen & shed a lot of blood.

Tafari

Teresa

I know exactly what you mean - we used to always stop at the historical markers in NC, SC, FL, and GA when we lived in the southeast - all that history - all those battles - but sometimes other neat stuff too - like the time we went in search of the original site of the Lutheran Theological Southern Seminary - not much there - but you still 'feel' the history of the site...

Gayle

I know what you mean. There definitely is a feel to places like that. I wonder if it is just because we know the history of these places, or, if there were no markers, would we feel something different about them anyway.

I was bored by history in school except for in 6th grade. I had a teacher that was totally passionate about it. He made history come alive for us. It was wonderful! I think it's great that you are planning on doing that with V.

Alexis

Just don't become a re-enactor!

Natalie

Here's to pulling off the road! Thanks for the detour and discovering a little bit of history.

Toni

Lets just say history was not my favorite class in high school - so BORING!! If they could just liven it up a bit...Maybe by the time I have grandchildren I'll want to sto at those roadside historical markers. Great shots of your day!

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michelle

creepy-cool!

shelli

Great post!

genny

Thank you for your post. There are far too few people interested in history - history for me is not just about a historical event that we read about in history books or in school, the best and most interesting history happened to folks like you and me, the untold stories, but no less important. We will find these stories in some of our old things - antiques - we call them. They are more than just fashionable! They hold stories. If you look closely, you'll see the mark of a water glass on a wood table, a small tear in a quilt, a spot on a tablecloth. These are part of their stories. Part of my blog is dedicated to the history of things you can hold in your hands. Stop by sometime!

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Ron Hooper

I visited this same site in May of 2008. My great, great grandfather is listed on the monument as one of the soldiers participating in the battle. My Dad had the name placed on the monument back in the 70's when the DAR was collecting funds to put up the monument. At that time my Dad stated he would probably never get to visit the site but maybe I would someday.

I was alone when I visited as well. It was raining and the only sound was the rain drops falling through the trees. Much different than I imagine my ancestor experienced.

Thanks for posting these pictures.

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