Leaving Murfreesboro this morning we passed through the northwestern corner of Georgia, then crossed into the northeast corner of Alabama. I stopped to read this sign about DeSoto’s expedition in 1848, looking for gold in Alabama.
Traveling south I Kept seeing these “Trail of Tears” road signs. From 1830-1850 almost 17,000 First Nations people were forced from Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee and we’re forced across the Mississippi into “Indian Territory. Thousands died on the multiple journeys. We arrived in the little town of Fort Wayne, which was created as a gathering place for Native Americans to travel to what is now Oklahoma.
Leaving Fort Payne we headed southeast through hilly, tree covered country ; beautiful, but not as dramatic as our mountains. We were on a 4 lane highway most of the way. We reentered Georgia. Eventually our highway changed it’s name to the Scenic Hometown Highway. From 10-12noon I was looking for churches on the road. I counted 20. I only saw one church with enough cars to add up to 50 parishioners in attendance. It makes me think there’s a lot of Baptist’s lying to pollsters about their church attendance.
Eventually we were about 25 miles from Atlanta and rolling parallel to it. Every 10 miles or so we would find ourselves at an intersection with all those famous strip mall places. The tentacles of Atlanta gobbling up land. The only grocery store I’ve seen since Arizona is Walmart, and they dot the landscape of the strip malls. Mostly the outreach is “eat out” joints. Also there were some mega corporate church opportunities, but by the time I drove by they were closed for business; parking lots empty.
We got to LaGrange by 2pm only to discover we had gone through our third time zone. We had some adventures at Motel 6 in this place, but I’m too tired to go into it. So is Tofu. Tomorrow we’ll see Andersonville and Plains.
Now unto the One who is able, through the power at work within you, to do far more abundantly, than all you can ask or imagine. To that One be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus, now and unto all generations. Ephesians 4:20. My Grandpa’s favorite passage.
6 thoughts on “Traveling the Trail of Tears”
Remind me to lend you the book “Education of Little Tree.” It is written for a teen audience but is about native Americans after the Trail of Tears.
No John….you’re covering some ground!! Keep having fun!!
I meant “Boy John”……
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Tofu got into a leftover saucy burrito that was in a styrofoam container last night. She ate styrofoam, drug the saucy burrito over the sleeping bags, etc in the car. What a mess! I left her about 5 minutes and had buried the Burrito. Oh well, only had to make one middle of the night excursion with her to get rid of the results.
Our dog is barky too when we leave him alone in car or trailer unless we put him in his crate. It is as if the crate becomes his den and he feels secure. He is used to his crate and does use it on his own at times. It keeps people from thinking your dog, when alone and barking in the car, is being abused. We had that happen a few times until we started using the crate. Just a thought. I am really enjoying your posts. Tricia
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Hope Bruce and you are doing OK.