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By WAYNE F. BALDWIN
Rappahannock News Contributing Writer
On Saturday, April 3, 1993, our small group met at the Entrance Station at Panorama on Skyline Drive to begin our day’s adventures. , Our journey was in two parts, both with the same ending. Our original party consisted of, viz: “Dutch” and Catherine Cornell Waters of Luray, Donald and Sally Dwyer Keyser of Old Hollow, Jennie Cornell Frazier of Luray, Dorothy Kelley McWaters of Rixeyville, and Wayne Baldwin of Madison County.
Our goal that brisk, rather chilly morning at 10 o’clock was to go, first to the Waters Cemetery near the Drive at Rocky Branch Trail. This I’d heard about for many years but had not been to and since Mr. Waters was a decendant of those buried here and seemed eager to go along and show us it’s location, we appointed him guide. Here were found seven marked graves, six of which had tombstones with inscriptions. The seventh was just a field stone. Resting here among the quiet solitude in Shenandoah National Park are James A. and Barbara Judd Waters, great-grandparents of Dutch. Others of that family also are here.
“Dutch” and “Cat” took their leave from the rest of us after we gleaned for our records the information from the stones adding other notes from picking Dutch’s brain. Dutch making mention of his Uncle Mervin Waters having once told him all who were buried here but he failed to write it down thinking he’d remember.
The five of us continued. Stopping at the Hull School Fire Road which was our route to the next cemetery. I had been shown this one many years ago by my great-uncle, Daniel Baldwin, and his father-inlaw, Luther Weaver. Mr. Weaver being familiar with it as he had helped bury my great-great-grandfather, George R. Baldwin, here in 1914.
Several years I’d continued coming to the cemetery and trying to keep it clean. My last trip up until this time was on September 29, 1990. On this trip our party took turns carrying a 80 pound concrete block upon which I’d inscribed my great-great-grandfather’s name and dates of birth and death. On this trip we had with us Aunt Marjorie * Weaver Baldwin, who was not to be with us again. £ Today, however, as the wind died down and the sun warmed our chilled bones and noses, we made our way downhill. Our path as might be expected, was a rather well defined, rock lined ancient road. About a mile later we were crossing a tributary of the 'Thornton River, and an area once a meadow now marshy springing with new growth. " .Helping the ladies cross over onto dry land once again, we were on solid ground. Quite suddenly, however, we were slowed down by the gnarl of broken trees and grapevines. At last we were on the site of were the old house used to be as was attested to by the buds of a carpet of daffoldils. A old rock-lined hand dug well caught our attention, thinking ; how dangerous for man or beast this
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