Tuesday, October 6, 2015


This is the sixth installment of memories presented by the host and author of Facebook's FRIENDS OF ARMUCHEE, Mac Eubanks.

October 2013

My last article stopped after describing the Armuchee School and the Piney Road boundary to my childlike world. Not that I meant to leave out the Piney Road - I had a lot of friends around there; the Wades (I remember the daughter, Sheila) and the Wilsons (I remember Wanda.) Mr. Wilson was the one who took the red bricks from the two old school buildings that were torn down when we moved to the new building. He paid a bunch of us a dime-a-hundred to chip off mortar and stack those old bricks in a pasture across the new road behind the Spradley place. He eventually used some of them to build a beautiful house down in Glenwood.

Also on the Piney Road were the Gonzalez's (Tommy was the son closest to my age), Mrs. Watkins (the mother of Jewette Evans, the store owner's wife), and the Buffingtons - after about 1954 or '55 they moved to Piney Road when they left our New Armuchee Baptist Church Baptismal hole in the Armuchee Creek out at the end of the McGrady Road. I can't possibly remember them all, but Harold and Karen were nearer my age. Near the Buffingtons were the Ponders with Milton, Dale, and Allen. Larry Maxey's (and Patricia's) place now sits where the Buffington farm was. There was no housing development around the bend in those days or Mountainside Drive, but the Hawkins place was there (Otho and Mittie, Randy, Hugal and Edward). Out the Deason Road, were the Terrys (Charles and Cecil closest to my age.) This brings me to Floyd Springs Road. I'll talk about some of the places there when I come back from the other direction down in 'Central' Armuchee later.

Now back to the Armuchee School. I never knew much about the High school building (for grades 7-12) because I left the Grammar school building (grades 1-6) in 1956 when the whole school moved into the new building, it contained all of grades 1-12.

In the Grammar School side we had Mrs. Mary Dodd as our first grade teacher. Fourteen of us in and around that class stayed together for twelve years and graduated together about the same time. These students were Carol Smith, Lila Youngblood, Glennice Corbin, Bonnie Sue Fortner, Glenda Kinsey, Emily Yarbrough, Kenneth Buffington, Frankie Selman, Ladelle Landers, Roger Selman, Clyde Corbin, Kenneth Weaver, Cecil Terry and me, Mac Eubanks. Sixty-three years have come and gone and Clyde Corbin, Ladelle Landers, and Roger Selman are no longer with us but the other 10 of that bunch are all still kicking and still friends.

Fourteen Together. Graduated 1962-1963

Mrs. Ada Thomas was our 2nd grade teacher. She had a way of cracking a 12-inch ruler across your open palm which got you back on the straight and narrow much better than a paddle would have!

Miss Ada Thomas, 2nd Grade
Mrs. Elva Cordle taught us in 3rd Grade. I think all of us were crazy about Mrs. Cordle. All kids should be so lucky as to have dedicated and loving teachers as we had!

Mrs. Elva Cordle, 3rd Grade

Mrs. Mildred Moore was the teacher in grade 4. She had a way of whacking her open hand on the side of her desk which would quiet down a noisy bunch of 4th graders really fast! She was also the one who taught us a bunch of songs, and in the spring took us to Pepperell School where all 4th graders from around the county had a special 'singing day.' All the kids looked forward to 4th grade and the 'singing day' trip.
Mrs. Mildred Moore, 4th Grade
Mrs. Myrtle Lindsey, wife of the Principle, was our 5th grade teacher (and my next door neighbor.) I very distinctly recall how for a time in the spring when we'd return from our afternoon "play period", she'd spend the better part of an hour quoting from TOM SAWYER AND HUCK FINN as we listened with rapt attention. It took her 3 or 4 weeks, but she covered the whole of the books from memory for us.

Mrs. Myrtle Lindsey, 5th Grade

Then came 6th grade and Mrs. Samuel Poe Carden (I think her name was Mary.) Her husband was a Professor at Berry College and they traveled the world. Berry  College  today (2015)  has  some type  of  achievement  award  named  for  Mr. Carden. She was wonderful at instilling geography and history into us (as well as 11 other subjects.) 13 subjects and she gave us homework in all 13 books almost every night that year! I learned a lot and I also grew in strength and stature from that load of books. We didn't have the book bags like the kids have today. We just had to load up and balance them and head for the bus trying to make it home without spilling the bunch. Since I walked to and from school maybe half the time - at least on good weather days - I built up some muscles in 6th grade!

Mrs. Mary Carden, 6th Grade

Our new building was ready that year and the move consisted of each kid picking up his or her desk and books and carrying the lot to your room and spot in the new building. Of course in those days, it was right and proper for the boys to assist the girls and the high school kids helped the little guys -1st, 2nd and 3rd graders. I'll bet the school board probably didn't spend $100 on the move since the kids and teachers did all the work!

Article Author, Mac Eubanks


Sunday, August 30, 2015


This is the fifth installment of memories presented by the host and author of Facebook's FRIENDS OF ARMUCHEE, Mac Eubanks.

October 2013


I have spoken of all those neighbors living within 200 or 300 yards around me in my early days (the Spradleys/Moores, Caldwells, Greshams, Holberts, Willinghams, Thomas', Rudds, Hales, Smiths, Lindseys, Plumleys) and all those points northward on US 27. And of course Armuchee School! That's half the story--sorry, you gotta endure more!

Jack Gresham

There was one more family close by in a house kind of catty-cornered (is that still a good word?) behind the Rudd's store. In my earliest days, it was occupied by the Grubb family (I remember the parents and Wayne, who was a couple of years older than me.) I think Mrs. Grubb was kin to the Holberts, Millers and Carlisles, who I talked about earlier-- and my longtime dear friend Maxine Miller Lane (who's already on record that I'm losing my mind) will maybe let us know if I am right about the Grubb family.

Charles Holbert, Harold Holbert, Billy Eubanks, and on the sled, Mac Eubanks and Wayne Grubb

The Grubb house stood where the Ga.140 highway runs now about a 100 yards or so from US 27. Sometime in the '52, '53, '54 era, they left and a Touchstone family moved in. I recall little of them except they had a son near my age, maybe 2 or 3 years younger. Maybe someone can also fill in the blanks on the Touchstones.

Anyway, when Ga. 140 was extended west to US 27 around 1958, this house was moved a bit farther south along US 27 to make room for the new road. This house would be added onto over time and one day Dale Headrick and his family would occupy it. It was moved again in the recent past to make room for a service station that has yet to be built. That house is now at the corner of Highway 140 and Floyd Springs road across from the Armuchee Middle School.

Through the woods and up the hill (where we played and built forts and hid out from parents in our early years),  A.W. Headrick built what was very probably one of the nicest houses anyone in this area had ever seen . It is still there and still a beautiful place. He and his wife Estelle, and children Dale and Pat lived there. A. W. was a builder and is responsible for many of the homes in the Armuchee area. Their driveway ran into US 27. There were no houses on that new extension of Ga. 140 (we called it Turkey Mountain Road) to Adairsville. It ran across Turkey Mountain, Old Dalton Road and the Oostanaula River until (I think) Hildon Baker and Katheryn Baker built their house there on 140, near the Floyd Springs crossroad. Their children were Becky and Carol.

My memory gets a bit fuzzy traveling on south on US 27. I know there were houses occupied at various times by Tudors, Watkins and Sosebees. The Sosebees had a couple of kids near our age who taught a lot of us to build model airplanes--I mean we actually whittled out propellers and fitted them onto those tiny gas engines for our planes and they would really fly. They often crash-landed since we had no radio controllers in those days; you could spend days building a plane and crash it and start over in 2 minutes. The Townsells also lived along that stretch of road - I think I remember a daughter, Betty Jo.

There was a small branch that ran through near the Sosebee house which someone dammed up and created a nice small fishing lake which we all loved. Farther south on the same east side of US 27 was the Anderson home place. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, and Burl and Larry. I recall their house had two upstairs dormer windows which was unique for the time and place. Can't recall if there were rooms up there or if it they were just for show--probably rooms! The house is still there.

Unknown, Larry Willingham, Mack Campbell, Bobby Eubanks, Larry Anderson and Mac Eubanks

 I can't recall the exact time, but the Maxey's (Jack and Muriel and sons Larry and Perry) built a house beyond the Andersons. Larry and Perry were involved in everything in school and church forever--Larry is still a Deacon at New Armuchee Church. They took after their Mom and Dad who were very active in the life of the community and the church. One happening, many of us still recall after many years, was the accident Mr. Maxey had with a chain saw. Larry's heroic quick thinking and actions saved his Daddy's life.

Perry and Larry Maxey

  South of the Maxey place was the Quinn home (Mr. and Mrs. and daughters Shirley, Zeevie and Judy.) All of them were also active in school, community and church life and Shirley is still my dear friend today. I've now gotten south from my house about a quarter mile or so and reached what we used to call the top of the hill. You could stand in the road (27) at the end of the Quinn's driveway and see in a straight line past all I've described looking north, past my house and the Holberts, and all the north way to the big curve at the Caldwell/Gresham place. WHEN YOU'RE 6 OR 8 THAT WAS A LONG WAY!
I'll stop there for now and pick up on the west side of US 27 going south next.

Mac Eubanks


Wednesday, July 29, 2015


"One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever." Ecclesiastes 1:4

When you think of genealogy, you think of researching the lineage of your family members, right? Well have you ever thought of doing the same sort of investigation for the land upon which you were all raised? I hadn't until I began reviewing old photos and realized the most common family member my kin shared was actually a place we all referred to as 'The Farm.' It was right there in black and white and in color; our land, a place truly as much a member of our family as we were. It was at that moment I decided I needed to grab my historical shovel and dig into the past.

I began my investigation by thumbing through the old deeds my parents had tucked away. From there my efforts led to multiple trips to the Chattooga Courthouse and Library, a thorough scanning of online ancestry records and then ultimately the creation of the Facebook group "Armuchee- A Journey of Generations." I began discovering names and making contact with multiple descendents of those who had either owned or lived on the land at some point in time. Believe it or not, our beloved farm had apparently been highly cherished by those who came before us because I can literally count the names of the families who knew her on my fingers.

My research has morphed into something I now call the Journey of Generations Project. I am gathering children, gleaning documents and uncovering the history of a single piece of land. A land I have known since I was born and have loved my entire life. A beautiful cradle of mountain and trees in the Chattahoochee National Forest. A piece of earth the Cherokee Indians must have once called heaven before the 1832 Cherokee Land Lottery designated it Lot #42 of Section #3 in District #24. What is the goal of the project? To accumulate as much detail as possible and then choreograph all the pieces into a story. I'll list the details I have uncovered so far below. As I learn more, I'll fill in the blanks. If you are descended from the families I name, have visited the farm at some part in your life or simply want to share in the discovery, please look for our group on Facebook or contact me through this blog. Now, let's reveal the genealogy of a family farm.


Alfred and Lillian Atkins

1943: This is the year 'the Farm' first enters our family history. Alfred Lee and Lillian Victoria Atkins, at the encouragement of Lillian's father Major Woodson Dooley, move their family to the Willie Samuel Robertson property in Armuchee. For three years, they work the land (all the while maintaining jobs at the Shannon Mill), until they have saved enough to buy the land outright. 

1946: Willie S. Robertson passes away after receiving payment for his land and house. The task of deeding the property actually fell to his widow and son.

Willie and Lillie Robertson

1937: Willie Samuel and Lillie Casey Robertson purchase the land from William Reece Bagwell. In the 1940 census, his son Admiral lived next door (could possibly be on the same property.) The neighbors on either side of the Robertsons were the Ruben Yarbrough family and the John Holbert family.

1916 Land Deed

1916: William Reece Bagwell purchased the property from his father, Larkin Obediah Bagwell. Interesting fact: According to William's WWI Army Service Card, he was born in Armuchee (most likely in the Floyd Springs area.)

Larkin Obediah Bagwell, 1901

1899: Larkin Obediah Bagwell bought the land from Reuben H.C. Johnson on December 27th. The 1900 census has Larkin and his family living in Floyd Springs. It apparently took a while for him to make the move, but in 1920 he can be found on Ebenezer/Haywood Road (also known as Villanow.) His neighbors were the James Stoe family, William and Rebecca Moore and the Charlie Dunaway family. In the 1930 census, his neighbors had changed to the Charlie Campbell and Charles Mathis families.

1854 Deed

1854: Reuben H.C. Johnson bought the acreage from Dennis E. Haynes. I found in tax digests for the Haywood District 962 (1883-1887) that Reuben owned several 160 acre lots of land, including the farm. The land was originally 160 acres, but somehow 'reduced' through the years to the current nearly 91 acres. I'll be digging deeper to learn where the remaining 69 acres went!

Excerpt from 'Chattooga: The History of a County and its People'
There is a gap in documentation between Dennis E. Haynes in 1854 and the winner of the Cherokee1832, Edward S. Hicks. After researching in both Chattooga and Walker counties, the reason why is both interesting and frustrating. According to Robert S. Baker, author of 'Chattooga: The History of a County and its People', out of the 1,258 lots drawn upon in present-day Chattooga, only three drawers were known to have settled on the lots they drew.  Those settlers were Littleton Baker, Albert G. Beaty and Edward H. Satterfield. The remainder of lots were either forfeited back to the state for resale or were sold privately; and with the chaos of the day, many of those private sales were not officially recorded. Those transactions that were recorded were filed in Walker County since Chattooga didn't become a county until 1839. Sadly, those records would have been lost when the Walker Court House burned in 1883. I do have a list of early settlers who came into the area post-1832 and will try to connect the dots using their names.
Land Lottery in

Edward S. Hicks

1832: Edward S. Hicks of Upson County, Georgia had the 'Fortunate Draw' for the farm's original 160 acres in the Cherokee Land Lottery. Edward passed away in 1832 and I haven't learned as yet whether his family paid the $18 fee for the title or if they let it revert back to the state. Since lottery land owners were not permitted to move onto the land until 1839 (after the disgraceful removal of the Cherokee and Creek Indians by way of the 1838 Trail of Tears), the paper trail is confusing at best.

Prior to 1832: The Armuchee Creek area was home to the Cherokee and Creek Indians. I plan to explore local Native American history for more information on the ancient tribes who may have also lived near, or even on, the farm. Since arrowheads have been found on site, it at the very least may have been a popular hunting ground.

So there we are, nearly 200 years of documented history for a single piece of family land in North Georgia. If anyone would like to ask questions or offer potential research avenues, feel free to use the comments section below. If you are descended from any of the families listed above, please look us up on Facebook!

                                                                                                                           Robin F. Atkins

Tuesday, July 7, 2015


This is the fourth installment of memories presented by the host and author of Facebook's FRIENDS OF ARMUCHEE, Mac Eubanks.

September 26, 2013

(continued from post dated September 25, 2013)

Two or three hundred yards north of North Drive along the Old Summerville Road, we came to Haywood Valley Road. In the corner here was Jewette Evans' store and out behind it was his house. There were Mr. and Mrs. Evans and their daughter Karen, who was a year younger than I. When Mr. Rudd died about 1954 and Mrs. Rudd had tried to run the store a couple of years and closed it, we started buying our weekly grocery list at Evan's store.We always enjoyed going there. I remember he sometimes had one of those old punch out games you could play for a nickel and if the little roll of paper you punched out had some prize listed on it, you won that prize. Heaven help you tho' if Mother or Daddy heard you'd been up there "gambling" away a hard-earned nickel or dime! Got a "whupping" or two for that!

I recall one Halloween when we went trick or treating (I was probably about eight, so mostly the older kids pulled this one off) we put tires onto the roof of the front porch connected to the store. Mr. Evans had a rack of car tires he sold. He kept them out front on a steel pipe rack with a long bar running through the middle of all the tires, with each end of the bar locked into the rack, to keep anyone from stealing a tire. We somehow managed to lift the entire rack with maybe eight or ten tires up onto that roof! There was a good-sized bunch of kids involved in this one!

Going out Haywood Valley Road a little ways brought you to Ms. Ada Thomas' home on the left. She was everybody's 2nd grade school teacher. More on her later!

Ms. Ada Thomas, Schoolteacher

Next to Ms. Thomas' house was a little log cabin that was home to Mr. Rossen. He was the janitor/custodian/caretaker for the school. I spent many an early morning helping him set the wood fires in the old pot-belly stoves that heated each room in the original two buildings of the "old" school! (Air conditioning was an open window!)

Lamar Rossen, School Custodian

Across from these two houses, and a bit farther out, was the home of the Grays - Mr. and Mrs. Gray, Frances, Marietta and Jimmy. I always thought this was a neat house made of rock...not many of those around. Mr. Gray had lost an arm and it was unbelievable watching him build a house -- he could plunge a nail far enough into a board with his fingers so that it'd stand up, then he could pick up his hammer and drive it in! It seldom took more than one or two hits to do it. I've often wondered if there might be a single carpenter around today who could do that!

A little farther out that road was the Morris home- Mr. and Mrs. Morris and son, Chris. I often rode to church with Mr. Morris when he'd pick us up on his way to New Armuchee. Beyond the Morris driveway was the home of the McKinneys. There was Mr. and Mrs. McKinney, Johnny, Dwight, Kelly and Martha. I think I'm right on these kids but not certain.

This brought us to the "crossroads," which was Haywood Valley and Old Piney Road. Everybody around for many years referred to this as the "crossroads" and everyone always knew exactly where you were talking about. This was a boundary for our world but we often strayed across it... 

More to come on that part of our world of 50-60 years ago! (A couple of these fingers and arthritic thumbs slow down the typing!)  Note for reference--Evans' store was less than a half mile from our house, so even tho' I've covered a good number of homes we haven't traveled very far.

Mac Eubanks

Friday, July 3, 2015



By its very nature, a blog can sometimes make it difficult to find older posts and articles. Scrolling through pages isn't fun and often times the search engines seem to sputter and misfire. With that in mind, I've decided to create a website/archive to store all the articles and images I've been lucky enough to accumulate! The site construction is seriously underway so now is your chance to think about what you would like to share with the Armuchee and Beyond community. The plan is to lay out the archive in such a way that a single click will take you to any of the following categories:

Historical Articles
Newspaper Clippings
Family Histories
Individual Biographies
Photo Galleries

The 'Biographies' category is new and something I'm extremely excited about! Everyone can participate by gathering photos, anecdotes and historical details about a single person and submitting the information for permanent storage on the page. You don't have to be a writer to submit, just gather facts and submit via email. If online submissions are not something you're comfortable with, email me at armucheeandbeyond@yahoo.com, and we'll work out a submission the old fashioned way, through snail mail. 

I look forwarding to hearing your comments and suggestions about the new Armuchee and Beyond website!

Robin Atkins, Editor