2012 Alabama Fall Colors

It’s  been a somewhat strange weather year and it affected our seasons.  Spring sprang about two or three weeks early and now fall has extended itself about the same.  My wife still has flowers blooming outside and we’ve only had two light frosts so far.  With tomorrow being the last day of November, colder weather seems to be still snug in it’s bed after hitting the snooze alarm.

I’m not complaining, fall has been especially beautiful this year.  I took pictures on three different occasions when I thought the colors had peaked, all several days apart.  So, if you haven’t seen an Alabama Fall…enjoy!



And maybe just a few more…


“God looked over everything He had made; it was so good, so very good!”  Genesis 1:31  The Message Bible

Bynum Cemetery at Maynard's Cove

I said in my last blog that we again visited Maynard’s Cove to find the Bynum family cemetery.  This time we traveled County Road 79 from Scottsboro, Alabama and turned right on County Road 21.  This descended into the cove from the west side and is quite a steep drive.  Just as the road flattens out at the bottom Jackson County Road 533 turns right and leads to the cemetery.  It is a narrow road which crosses a cry creek bed.  The road dead ends at a gate and if you aren’t careful, you’ll miss the gravesites.



There is a one car pull-off about two hundred feet from the gate, we parked  there and found the cemetery on a slight rise on the right.  There were no signs at the turn off from Highway 21 or at the end of the road.  My GPS marked it at 34  45.129′ & -86  06.009 and in decimal degrees 34.75215 and -86.10015

We found it to be in a dismal state.  Many of the graves are only marked with rocks not much higher than the weeds.


Most had no engraving or were deteriorated to the point of being illegible.  Of the few that were, these were the pictures;

This might be a good time to mention when near old gravestones, please do not scratch with them any object or use any compound to try to clean the stone.  Everything I’ve read said that you would do more harm than good.

I’ll include one more that was difficult for me to read. 
I also found a link listing the names of those buried there.














In my mind I would assume that the cemetery is near ground zero for Isaac Newton Bynum’s original home site.  Looking past the end of the road, there is one house and you can almost visualize what it might have looked like in the early 1800′s.  River flooding must have made the cove a fertile topsoil area and springs would have provided plenty of water.

The Bynum family was not the only one here.  The Maynard, Holland, and Proctor families were also early settlers.

It’s difficult to find Maynard’s Cove history on the internet but one interesting bit I found was that the churches were destroyed in a 1932 tornado.  God was obviously important because I found a reference to the Mud Creek Baptist Association being one of the oldest in the state.

There is a quote by Alex Haley which says, “In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are and where we came from.”  I encourage you to look back at your family history and discover the treasures that lie buried beneath the sands of time.

Genealogy Bug Bites Me

I came home from work recently to find that my wife had decided to do a trial membershp with Ancestry.com.  I thought, Ok, I’ve got seven days to fill in the blanks on my six or seven generation list.  At the time, I believed that was plenty, kind of like Bill Gates with his “64k should be enough for everyone”.

Quickly learning that genealogy can be addictive, I spent the next five evenings between arriving at home and bedtime, digging into the past.  I found my way around Ancestry.com quickly and discovered  how difficult it can be to solve the tiniest of mysteries.  On my Grandfather, Wallace Cox’s side, I couldn’t get past the fact no one seemed to know his mother, Emma Cox’s maiden name.  I hit a wall that couldn’t be scaled.  It would have been so simple to ask, “Hey Granddaddy, what was your Mom’s maiden name?”  But I never did, and all those who would have know it, have also died.  I’ve sent out some emails and will come back to solve that problem later.

With that problem unresolved, I jumped over to the Bynum side and traced the family’s migration from John Bainham’s voyage from England to Surry, Virginia in 1616 at the age of 26.  Spelling was more phonetic back then and the name eventually changed to Bynum.  Each generation seemed to want a new place.    There were relocations from Surry, Isle of Wight County Virginia, to Abermarle, North Carolina by 1746, then Pendleton County, South Carolina in 1781.  Isaac Newton Bynum(1757-1845) moved to Maynard’s Cove, in Jackson County, Alabama, after the Indians had been driven out.  His ancentors moved on to Blount and Dekalb Counties.

The name Isaac Newton Bynum intriqued me so I decided to go to Maynard’s Cove to take a picture of his grave marker as a primary photo in my genealogy list.  With the help of Google maps I found the cove near Scottsboro, Alabama, which was only a two hour drive.  Google also marked the cemetery halfway around the loop of highway 28 which was the main road through the cove.  All too easy I thought…

Not wanting to seem overly excited about a road trip to a cemetery, I suggested that we make a shopping trip to an old favorite store we visited several years ago called “Unclaimed Baggage” in downtown Scottsboro.  That worked well, so the next weekend four of us went shopping with only a quick side trip on the agenda for Maynard’s Cove.

The shopping stop was a dissappointment with zero good buys.  I was hoping the Cove wouldn’t be another.  We followed E. Willow St. and turned left on Tupelo Road which is County Highway 21.  The road was narrow leaving Scottsboro and gave me the feeling the asphalt would soon turn into dirt, but it did not.  About ten minutes out of town the scenery opened up to wide vista’s between two or three mountains of the Appalachian chain.  We stopped a couple of times for pictures then turned right on County Road 28.  It was nice scenery all the way and I understood why it would have been a great place to settle in.

We stopped near an old farmhouse to take pictures and suddenly realized there were no man-made noises.  It was awesome.  Another discovery a minute later was there were no bars on the cell phone, again, to me awesome!


Everyone enjoyed the trip to one of our families historical sites.  We did not find the cemetery on that trip and being pushed for time, had to start home.   We finished the Highway 28 loop and turned right on Highway 33 and headed toward the town of Hollywood and Highway 72.  On Highway 33, we quickly were back in civilization with many run down homes and a trailer park which had seen better days.  I was thinking that time seemed to have slowed down, maybe even rewound a bit while we were in the Cove.  That’s about when then the cooling towers of Belefonte Nuclear power plant came into view, a startling reminder that time and progress march on.

Judy and I went back to the Cove the following Saturday when we had more time and I did my research properly.  I’ll tell you about that next time.

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