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At 10:30 a.m. we took our cars to old Sycamore School where Mr. and Mrs. Edward Clatterbuck weekend. Our good-natured neighbors extended their kindness to us to park there anytime whether they were home or not.
So, Bob Johnson, Sally Keyser, Dorothy McWaters, Dot Grove and I headed up the road to the Piney Run Trail, crossing the Piney Run twice and a couple of small tributaries on the way. Bob was informing us of the differences in the Kelsey and Cameron Lines, so far as the reasons etc. that were the final demarcations of the current boundaries and acreage of Shenandoah National Park.
With his background of “park knowledge” coupled with his interest in the family connections and always ready with a map or two, he’s become a real buff.
Both Sally Keyser and Dorothy McWaters whose maiden surnames were Dwyer and Kelley, respectively, were born within the bounds of the Park. All three of the elders had some story or other to tell from their childhoods. All thr6e, whose parents were either long-lived or still living quote from that, source an extended memory. Here was this, there was that, and so and so lived here or did such and such.
The “mountains” we were walking through today, however, to the unaware, to the novice, does not reveal much. Yet, to one who either lived, played and worked there, there’s a whole different appreciation. There’s a picture painted of cleared meadows, grazing cattle, large orchards, well kept homes, and the final resting places of our forbearers. Tb this end had we set out, to rediscover, to retrace, to deduce, to
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