Rye Valley History

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Dr. Goodridge Wilson On Our History

Dr. Goodridge Wilson On Our History

Early Settlers Were Attracted to Smyth County’s Rye Valley Rye Valley lies over the mountain to the south of Smyth County. State Route 16, the B. F. Buchanan Highway, coming from the north over Clinch, Brushy, and Walker mountains, passes through Hungry Mother Park, Marion, and Attaway, over another Brushy Mountain, and enters a locality where rye was growing in abundance when the first white men came to this region. That weed is smaller than the cultivated rye but resembles it, and is said to make fairly good horse and cattle food. The pioneers seemed to have liked the plant, perhaps because it grew so well here. Prior to or during the Revolutionary War they gave it its name not only the beautiful valley where the South Fork of Holston starts but also to Rye Bottom on Big Walker Creek, and to Rye Cove in Scott County. The valley is narrow. The high crosses it quickly at a little climbing the steep sides of Iron Mountain and on across Grayson County to North Carolina. The first pioneers who acquired land in Rye Valley appear to have been Joseph and Esther Crockett, enterprising land speculators, who were not husband and wife, but business associates whose names appear together on a number of documents. The late Squire Robert Ward of Sugar Grove, a descendant of one of them, showed me a deed dated in 1753 by which the king of England conveyed the land about the head springs of the South Fork of Holston to Joseph and Esther Crockett. Mr. Ward’s name was included in that grant. His grandfather, a Rev. Crockett, bought it from a James or a Nelson, Joseph and Esther Crockett, or their heirs, had sold the original tract to some families in Virginia and to Nelson families who came from Virginia and they became the first actual settlers in the iron region where three mountain brooks join their waters with those of a number of bold springs in level meadows to form the South Fork of Holston. Two of the brooks, Dickey’s Creek and Cress Creek, come out of Iron Mountain, and the third, Slemp Creek, tumbles into the valley from Brushy Mountain. In this valley meadows a forest of fine sugar maple trees grew. While I was living in Marion back in the 1920s and 30s I would go there sometimes to fish for trout, to visit in some homes, or to conduct a religious service in a public school. At that time two splendid groves, remnants of that ancient maple forest, provided wonderful picnic grounds and ideal places for all-day gatherings as Baptist Association meetings. They gave the community its name, Sugar Grove. Now the groves are gone, and much beauty formerly belonging to this place of many waters faded with the passing of those great trees. Perhaps the first permanent settler in Rye Valley was Jenkins Williams, who settled on land downstream from and immediately adjoining the original Joseph and Esther Crockett survey. When I lived in Marion his descendants in the seventh generation were living on that land. When I went to Marion one of them, a lad in knee pants, lived with his widowed mother across the street from me. He now lives in Richmond and is well known over the state as Robert Williams, executive secretary of the Virginia Education Association, a well-authenticated fact, who made his home here since 1754 when rescuers were trailing marauding Indians and found the dead body of Mrs. Samuel Stalnaker beside a creek, with her infant child crying “Hungry Manny,” they went to warn the family of a settler near the site of Sugar Grove, and left the child with that family. That settler may have been Jenkins Williams. In 1776 John Griffiths came from Pennsylvania and settled in Rye Valley. When I made a sightseeing tour in that section a few weeks ago, B.H. Griffiths of Marion went with me. He was born and grew up with his father’s name in a house that stands on the site of a log house in which the Griffiths settle of 1776 lived. Among other things he showed me some skillful doing masonry work and some lengths of old iron water piping, on a hillside above the South Fork of Holston. These are the remnants of a lead mining and smelting operation conducted there around the turn of the century. An iron working industry was started in Rye Valley early in the pioneer period. Jenkins Williams had a forge on the South Fork in which, among other items, he manufactured barrels for rifles used by Revolutionary War soldiers. A Pierce family engaged in iron working in the valley through successive generations. The Rev. Lewis Wetzel Pierce, a Methodist minister widely known throughout Southwest Virginia as a pastor of churches and as a former agent for the Children’s Home Society of Virginia, is now retired and lives in Bristol. He says that his great-grandfather, Moses Pierce, a Quaker, came from North Carolina and established   an iron   forge near the mouth of Comers Creek. His grandfather and his father were iron workers at Sugar Grove, He was born on inherited a farm located on the west side of Slemp Creek, which his grandfather bought from Jonathan Slemp. The Slemp’s, Frederick and Jonathan acquired land on the south side of Brushy Mountain in 1804. Mr. Pierce says that Jonathan’s land was on the west   side of the mountain between Crockett and Frederick’s on the east side. Frederick stayed and his descendants are still in that section. Jonathan sold his land to Alexander Wilson Pierce and his descendants, Col. Camp, who represented that area in Congress from the 9th Virginia District. The Brushy Mountain land is still called Slemp’s Creek.  

Communities, Crockett, Families, Genaology, Griffitts, History, History Keepers, James, Native American, Nelson, Pierce, Roberts, Stories, Sugar Grove, Teas, Ward, Williams

Ghost Stories: A Late Evening Encounter

Ghost Stories: A Late Evening Encounter

In the fall of 2014, I had recently started exploring my interest in documenting community history. My efforts included digitizing yearbooks and visiting the historic James Cemetery next to the school to practice indexing graves, especially the documenting of those with missing or unknown markers. At that time, I lived adjacent to the school, making it easy to walk over through a gap in the fence. I was also volunteering at the school library, assisting with a highly successful student reading and literacy program. This program required extensive behind-the-scenes preparation to be effective. I would often work with the librarian after 5 PM, sometimes staying until 7 or 8 PM to complete various tasks. On this particular evening, we had a few extra tasks that included setting up the book fair. As I arrived at the school that evening, the only people present were the principal and the librarian. After settling in and completing some tasks, I was asked to make copies of a flyer advertising the book fair. The principal and librarian remained in the library, working on organizing and setting up. It was between 5 and 6 PM, and though it was starting to get dark, it was not yet completely dark outside. The hallway lights were off, and the only illumination came from an Aquafina vending machine near the end of the hall, with additional light coming through the entry door from an outside light. Expecting nothing unusual, I took the flyer and walked down the hallway from the library, past closed classrooms and the office. As I turned to enter the workroom at the bottom of the stairs, I heard it—giggling. It was the same sound I had previously documented in the accounts of others who had experienced what is believed to be a paranormal event. I stopped immediately and took stock of my surroundings. The library door had closed behind me, and there was no sound of talking. The giggling resembled the garbled, mechanical laughter of a Chatty Cathy doll. I decided the sound likely came from the direction of one of the rooms towards the cafeteria. The vending machine’s blue-white glow would have revealed anyone crossing in front of it. I left my papers on the copy machine in the workroom and slowly walked down the hallway towards the vending machine to investigate. As I passed the main entry door, the boys’ restroom, and the classrooms, I felt certain that the little ghost girl I had heard about was manifesting that evening. The classroom doors were closed and locked, and peering inside confirmed that the rooms were empty and quiet. At the end of the hallway, I checked the exit door and the door to the cafeteria serving line. Both were closed and locked, with no lights on and nothing unusual occurring. To ensure nothing else was causing the sound, I randomly pressed some buttons on the vending machine. Nothing happened. I returned to the workroom to make my copies. As I walked back up the hallway, I noted my shadow cast by the vending machine’s light. I pondered whether people truly found the school creepy when dark and empty, while recalling my father’s explanations for various noises, such as water hammer or steam pipes during his time as a custodian in the 70s and 80s. On my way back to the workroom, I checked the gym doors, which were unlocked and uneventful. When I was nearly back to the workroom, I quietly said aloud, “I know who you are and I heard that.”  At that moment, the vending machine flickered. I made my copies and returned to the library, where the principal and librarian were still working around a table. Neither had left the room or made any sounds that could have reached the workroom. We finished updating the reading program and I taped up the flyers around the school. Nothing further occurred, and we all left together, locking up the school before I walked home. Additional Accounts of the Little Ghost Girl **April 21, 2017:** I spoke with retired teacher Maxine Reedy, who had taught at Sugar Grove School for nearly 40 years and was now 82 years old. Our conversation took place at Wharf Hill UMC’s fellowship hall after my grandfather’s graveside service. Mrs. Reedy had been involved with some other church ladies in putting on the meal for the family, and we discussed various topics, including my father’s then recent college graduation among other things. I took the opportunity to ask  about the little ghost girl at the school. Her expression revealed she did in fact know something about this topic. She confirmed had heard her herself. Unlike other accounts, Mrs. Reedy described hearing laughter evolve into a recognizable melody, “Ring Around The Rosie,” before returning to playful laughter and then abruptly stopping. When I asked if this was the only time she had heard humming, she said that most of the time it was just giggles. She remembered hearing about the ghost activity as early as the mid-70s but noted that people spoke more openly about it in the 90s. Some believed in the ghost, while others sought logical explanations and refused to attribute any of this to paranormal activity. Research & Facts as They Relate to Paranormal Activity – The school was vacant during a fire in December 1935. The custodian, Roy Fulton, was the only person known to be there, checking the boilers at the time of the fire that burned the school down. Blizzard conditions were documented in the newspaper causing the Marion Fire Brigade not to be able to get to Sugar Grove to put out the fire efficiently.– There have been no documented deaths at the school or on the property.– Various accounts of paranormal activity began emerging in the late 70s or early 80s.– Most accounts are consistently descriptions of giggles or sightings of a little girl, around 6-8 years old, appearing in classrooms and then vanishing.– The James Cemetery adjacent to…

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Thompson & Susanna James

Thompson & Susanna James

When Thompson B James was born on 9 July 1813, in Wythe, Virginia, United States, his father, Ezekiel James, was 36 and his mother, Frances Baker James, was 21. He married Susanah Jolly Porter on 20 September 1836, in Smyth, Virginia, United States. They were the parents of at least 3 sons and 5 daughters. He lived in Smyth County in 1850. He died on 24 December 1853, at the age of 40, and was buried in Sugar Grove, Virginia. Susannah Jolly Porter James was born on May 14, 1820 to William Porter and Mary Thomas in Wythe County. She married Thompson James at the age of 16 on September 16, 1836. Thompson James was 23 at the time of their marriage. They were married for approximately 17 years until his death in 1853 from Tuberculosis. During their marriage, they had 8 children. Mary, Francis, William, Louisa, America, James, Oscar and Susannah. Thompson was the son of Ezekiel James and Frances Baker. Susannah’s uncle on her mother’s side of the family was none other than Abijah Thomas. In 1862, Susannah married widower William James. He had 3 young children from his prior marriage in the home who are mentioned on census records. Thompson and Susannah James’ burial location was discovered and identified recently (7/22) in Sugar Grove located in what is now listed as the “Thompson James Family Cemetery” with two stones still standing that are readable. It was previously thought that Susannah was buried beside her 2nd husband at Blue Springs until her burial location was discovered. It is evident that there are several other unmarked graves near those of Thompson and Susannah James. 3 of them may account for their children who died before reaching adulthood. Others could be those of slaves and their children  or potentially a Native American who remains unidentified but was said to live with their family. The cemetery is undocumented in Smyth County except for being annotated on old plats as “Private Cemetery” or “Cemetery” as provided by records located at the courthouse. It covers approximately a 30×30 area in the middle of a larger 22 acre field and is not readily visible from any of the 3 roads that surround this field. It has gone largely unknown. It is known that the Boy Scouts cleaned it up sometime in the 90s under the direction of Tommy Miller. Per his input, there were in fact more than two stones standing at that time, they were photographed, documented and mapped with good intentions. That information cannot be located at this time but would be wonderful to have for further research on this pioneer family of Sugar Grove. If you were one of those who cleaned it up in the 90s and have photos or any other information to share, please use our contact form. We would love for you to reach out!

Black History, Cemeteries, Families, James, Native American, Porter, Slavery, Thomas, Thompson James Cemetery

Exploring Paranormal Phenomena: Hauntings at Sugar Grove School

Exploring Paranormal Phenomena: Hauntings at Sugar Grove School

The intersection of history and the supernatural often provides fertile ground for exploration. In this study, we delve into the mysterious occurrences surrounding Sugar Grove School, particularly the purported presence of a spectral entity known colloquially as the “little ghost girl.” Focusing on the adjacent James Family Cemetery, dating back to 1834, we aim to investigate potential links between historical events and contemporary paranormal experiences. Historical Context of the James Family Cemetery: The James Family Cemetery, situated adjacent to Sugar Grove School, serves as a poignant testament to bygone eras. Dating back to 1834, with the most recent burial recorded in 1956, its significance extends beyond mere gravestones. Following a period of neglect, recent efforts have been made to maintain the cemetery, although numerous markers, some exceeding 120 years in age, exhibit signs of deterioration or have disappeared altogether. Notable Graves and Their Relevance to Paranormal Activity: Of particular interest within the James Family Cemetery are the graves of three siblings: Alice M. James (September 20, 1871 – October 10, 1880, aged 9), Cornelia R. James (August 28, 1875 – October 18, 1880, aged 5), and Willie W. James (November 29, 1877 – October 28, 1880, aged 2). Tragically succumbing to diphtheria within a span of weeks, their untimely demise has become a point for speculation regarding potential paranormal manifestations. Correlation with Reported Paranormal Activity: Anecdotal evidence suggests a correlation between the presence of the “little ghost girl” and the historical context provided by the James siblings’ graves. Descriptions of the apparition’s attire and behavior align closely with the known physical attributes and circumstances of Alice and Cornelia James. Furthermore, instances of the ghostly figure humming “Ring Around The Rosie,” a song contemporaneous with the siblings’ era, lend credence to the hypothesis of a connection. Discussion: The observed paranormal phenomena at Sugar Grove School, particularly manifestations attributed to the “little ghost girl,” prompt speculation regarding the nature of hauntings in relation to historical events. While many occurrences align with characteristics of residual hauntings, indicating echoes of past events, select accounts suggest a more active presence. The absence of definitive evidence regarding the school’s previous land usage, prior to its establishment in 1935, adds layers of complexity to this investigation. Conclusion: In light of the evidence presented, the James Family Cemetery emerges as a pivotal locus for exploring the intersection of history and the paranormal at Sugar Grove School. Further interdisciplinary research, integrating historical archives and paranormal investigations, holds the potential to shed light on the enigmatic phenomena permeating the school’s vicinity.

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Ghost Of A Little Girl

Ghost Of A Little Girl

In the heart of Sugar Grove School, where the laughter of children  echos, another presence lingers—subtle, yet undeniable. Whispers of a spectral figure, a little girl lost in the labyrinth of time, danced through the hallways and classrooms, leaving shivers in their wake. While some waved away these tales as overactive imagination, others couldn’t deny the unsettled feeling with each passing encounter. Who is she? Where did she come from? Why is she here? One teacher, whose journey at Sugar Grove spanned from 1992 to 2013, bore witness to the ethereal giggles that punctuated the silence of early mornings. As she walked the familiar halls, the laughter of a young girl seemed to echo from perhaps another time or place, teasingly elusive. Though fleeting glimpses and faint echoes were all she could grasp, the presence of the unseen child was undeniable, a lingering mystery in the fabric of the school’s history. Yet, it wasn’t an isolated experience. Another veteran teacher, whose tenure stretched from 1975 to 2020, found herself entangled in the spectral web woven within Sugar Grove’s walls. From distant laughter echoing through empty classrooms to the vivid apparition of a girl with dark braids and a dress from another era, her encounters bordered on the surreal. Each sighting, each incident laughter, added another layer to the enigmatic tale of the little ghost girl. Even those who toiled away in the school’s cafeteria found themselves touched by the inexplicable. One morning, as the steam from the hot food on the line danced in the air as a worker removed a lid, a sudden burst of cold air pierced through the warmth, as if a ghostly breath brushed against her skin. Reviewing camera footage revealed no earthly explanation, leaving the encounter shrouded in mystery but clearly showed the moment when the burst of cold air was felt. Later that day, it was discovered that activity had been on the rise in other parts of the school when one teacher came to the cafeteria and mentioned that several had heard laughter earlier in the day from different classrooms. Perhaps the most compelling testament to the haunting came from the collective voices of those who bore witness to the spectral presence. From the hushed whispers of teachers to the startled gasps of cafeteria workers, the tales wove together into a tapestry of shared experiences, each thread adding depth to the paranormality of Sugar Grove School. As the years passed and the stories multiplied, it became clear that the little ghost girl was more than just a figment of imagination. She was a presence woven into the very fabric of the school, a lingering mystery that defied explanation—a reminder that some mysteries were meant to remain unsolved, echoing through the halls of Sugar Grove for years to come. Additional accounts of The Ghost Girl of Sugar Grove School will be added soon! Check our Stories page for more like this.  

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Undocumented and Forgotten: The Thompson James Family Cemetery

Undocumented and Forgotten: The Thompson James Family Cemetery

Unveiling the Mysteries: The Hidden Legacy of the Thompson James Family Cemetery Situated discreetly within the serene landscape of Sugar Grove, Smyth County, Virginia, lies an enigmatic relic of bygone eras – the Thompson James Family Cemetery. Despite its historical significance, this sacred site has languished in obscurity for well over a century, its existence known to few save those who stumble upon its quiet repose just off Red Bud Lane. Intriguingly, the coordinates 36.781699736426575, -81.40864265128751, when entered into the digital realm of Google Maps, serve as a gateway to this clandestine enclave, inviting intrepid souls to traverse the threshold of time and uncover its long-forgotten secrets. At the heart of this secluded sanctuary stand the weathered markers of Thompson and Susannah, steadfast sentinels bearing silent witness to the passage of nearly 170 years. Their enduring presence serves as a poignant reminder of a familial legacy etched into the very fabric of this hallowed ground. Yet, beyond the stoic guardianship of Thompson and Susannah lie untold tales of sorrow and loss. Two young souls, offspring of the James lineage, are also thought to have found their final resting place within these sacred precincts, their names unmarked but their memory preserved within the whispers of the wind. Susannah Columbia James, age 1 and America Adaline James, age 3. Intriguingly, the shadows of Willaim and Elizabeth James loom over the cemetery’s narrative, their earthly abodes shrouded in mystery and not entirely known, yet their presence palpable. While the lack of any known physical markers obscures their potential resting places, fragments of their story emerge through the annals of time, hinting at lives lived and loves cherished. They were included here until further information is available. Susannah Porter-James, once thought to have found eternal repose beside her second husband in the Blue Springs Cemetery, finds her true resting place amidst the tranquility of Sugar Grove. This revelation serves as a poignant reminder of the fluidity of history, where the sands of time often obscure rather than reveal. In the tapestry of memory, the early 1990s emerge as a beacon of remembrance, as Tommy Miller and the Boy Scouts undertake a noble endeavor to restore dignity to the forgotten graves. Through their tireless efforts, the cemetery is cleared of neglect, its sacred precincts documented and its weathered fence lovingly restored. Though Tommy’s earthly journey concluded on December 20, 2022, his legacy endures as a testament to the enduring power of community and remembrance. Despite the valiant efforts of those touched by its silent allure, the Thompson James Family Cemetery remains a ghostly specter in the eyes of official record-keeping. Neither the Virginia Department of Historic Resources nor the Smyth County archives bear mention of its existence, leaving it to linger in the shadows of historical oversight. Amidst the somber silence of the Thompson James Family Cemetery, there exists the haunting possibility of unmarked graves, bearing witness to the untold stories of enslaved individuals who may have toiled upon these lands.  Additionally, whispers of a teenage Indigenous boy, rumored to have found solace within the James household, add further layers of intrigue to this enigmatic narrative, his final resting place thought to also be located in their family cemetery. Moreover, it’s imperative to note that the Thompson James Family Cemetery stands distinct from the James cemetery adjacent to Sugar Grove School on Teas Road. Though both bear testament to the interconnected web of familial ties woven by Thompson and Susannah, they each possess their own unique stories waiting to be unveiled. As we endeavor to peel back the layers of time, it becomes increasingly evident that the preservation of the Thompson James Family Cemetery is not merely a matter of historical curiosity but a solemn duty to honor the memory of those who have gone before us. With roots extending back to the tumultuous era of the Civil War, this sacred ground serves as a tangible link to our collective past, deserving of reverence and protection for generations yet to come. As we stand at the threshold of rediscovery, let us heed the silent call of this forgotten sanctuary, where the echoes of generations past reverberate through the corridors of time. In unveiling the mysteries of the Thompson James Family Cemetery, we pay homage to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring legacy of those who rest beneath the hallowed embrace of Sugar Grove’s mountains.

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