WELCOME


~ The pieces are all sewn together, stitched with love.........and a quilt tells a story and the story is our past ~

The Arrowood family immigrated from England to Maryland in the 1700's. They went south, eventually settling in the mountains of North Carolina. Later , some went further south, into the Piedmont of North Carolina, in search of work and a better way of life.



I am in search of my family.

I search for those that came before me, and lived their lives as best they could. I am in search of their stories, how they lived, and how they loved.


I shared this love of seeking the past with my Dad, sharing each new finding with him, the thrill in his heart intermingling with mine. I continue this search in his honor, and hope to know these people of ours when I join up with them all in heaven.

~ Steve Lewis Arrowood 1932-2008 ~


Come with me, back to a simpler time and place. A place far removed from the hectic pace of today. To a time when life was hard, but the rewards were great. When your quality of life was determined by your own sweat, your own toil, and your own ingenuity.


Would you like a glass of sweet tea? Let's sit out on the porch where we will catch the sweetly scented breeze of summertime. Maybe Grandma will fry up some of her wonderful chicken... Time slows here.

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"We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind."

~You live as long as you are remembered.~


"Our most treasured family heirlooms are our sweet family memories. " Author: Unknown


"But those who came before us will teach you. They will teach you from the wisdom of former generations."

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Arrowood Family

Sunday, August 29, 2010

In Search of Samuel Arrowood, Junior ~ Poplar NC



It is a beautiful place.

It is a peaceful place.


A place that makes you feel like you are stepping back into a forgotten time, with unbelievably clean, pure, air, with the scent of pine. It makes you want to draw the scent in and drink deep of the history there.


I want to go back there, as soon as I leave it.

This place is never very far from my thoughts.


This place, so special to me, has never really been my home, nor the home of my father, yet we both always thought of it as ‘home‘. It was where many trips were taken, first for my father and then, later, for me. Special memories were made there. Our mountain home.


I wanted to go, once more , "back toward home”.


We went one dreary and overcast morning and set our sights toward the high ridges off in the distance. Back toward those mountains that are the very source of our roots. This deep love has to have been passed down through the generations, just as surely as the Arrowood nose, grin. It is just ingrained deep within us. We are ‘Mountain Folk‘. Plain and simply, Mountain folk that find themselves living in the flat lands.


My excitement built with each passing mile. I found myself unconsciously leaning slightly forward with anticipation, as if this would hasten me to my destination .


We went straight in to the area of Poplar, near Green Mountain , NC., and there was a purpose for that.


There is a lady that lives in Poplar that has befriended me, we are adopted kin. She helped me locate several cemeteries in the area and we have bonded through the love of history and the special love of the pretty patch of flowers she grows in her yard. Her husband is a Peterson.


Those mountains are spotted with the numerous graves of Petersons and our families have mingled over the years, no doubt. She is just the sweetest thing. It was an instant adoption. The Petersons ran the little community grocery store that sold the “Hart’s Relief” , a medicinal cure- all at the time , the source of the community of Relief’s name.


We needed no re-introductions to one another, this visit. We drove into her drive and I got out and walked over and we both smiled big, at one another. I even got a hug.
I also was given beautiful day lilies!

She had located info for me, about the whereabouts of the old Arrowood Cemetery somewhere in the vicinity . She remembers our Uncle John Henry, the minister. She told us to trace our path, back the way we came in, up the highway, back to the Bailey Settlement area. We did just that, and found a path adjacent to an old building and made our way in to the shady undergrowth of the woods.


The tree limbs were fighting us all the way, but we kept on moving up the steep slope, and as we rounded a slight corner, Russ called out that he could see the gate to the cemetery.


Once more I had to resist that strong urge, to break into a run, or at least a ‘half-run’, since a half-run was just about all that was possible up the steep side of a mountain. Giggle.


I managed a half-gallop. We had found it!


I “saw” my Dad’s smiling face in my mind’s eye as I echoed that very same smile on my own face.


The elusive Arrowood Cemetery. There have been many posts on the internet about it. I had studied over many queries as to the possible location of it. It was mostly an abandoned cemetery until relatively recently. Not many, mostly only the locals to the area, even remembered vaguely where it was.


I had called several funeral homes in the area, hoping that they could help me locate it. Many told me that they had no info to give. I was so determined to locate this one, that I spent hours pondering, and wondering about it.


I was so hoping to find our Samuel Augustus Arrowood buried there. Welzia’s father. But it was not to be. Not this time. No pure white, marble marker emblazoned with his name, was found there, but our family was there.


There are also upwards of 30 field stone markers in that small cemetery and who knows, one of those stones could very well belong to our Samuel. Sarah Ellender knows well where her beloved lies. Sadly, she cannot tell me, I can only wonder and continue to search. She is long gone, bless her.



One stone stood out to me, and caused me to wonder. It is roughly hewn from a large rock, with deep carvings, that over time have been smoothed by weathering until they are no longer readable.





Could this be the marker for our Samuel? I do not know, but I ran my hand across it, just in case. Smile.
The earliest discernible date on the markers was 1912, but I am sure the rock markers may predate that.
Samuel A. Arrowood, Jr. is buried here, along with sons of his.



There is an area of intensely bright green ferns just beyond his grave and that of his wife, Anna.
Among the ferns, near a huge old mountain laurel, he rests. Deep in the woods under a canopy of old trees, rests the son of our Samuel Augustus Arrowood. Brother of our Welzia. About three years younger than Welzia.

Reverend Sam Arwood, Jr. date of birth: May 16, 1863, date of death, August 7, 1953. To the right of Sam lies his first wife, Anna “Annie” "Eller D" Griffith. Together they had at least 13 children. Annie died in 1919.

Samuel later remarried to Sarah Elizabeth "Lizzie" Whaley and this marriage produced a son, named Linnie. I have written about Linnie in a previous posting. Linnie was killed during WWII when his plane was shot down over the English Channel and his remains were never found . Annie buried here beside of Sam was the mother to Theodore Roosevelt Arrowood who married Reecie Tipton, the Salvation Army Minister, that I also have posted info on. Theodore bore a striking resemblance to Lewis Pat Arrowood, grandpa.

Annie’s stone had fallen over and was covered in mud when we found it. We tried to set it upright and clean it up as best we could. There were about 11 graves that had readable markers and there had to be at least 30 more or so, field stone markers with no carvings. Among the souls buried there were the surnames, Bailey, Peterson, Horton and Tapp. We tried to clear limbs and such away from the stones, as best we could. It appeared that someone was keeping it somewhat maintained. God Bless this person.


John Henry Arrowood, born 1890, son of Rev. Sam, Jr. and Annie is buried here alongside of his brother , Granville, born 1887.



There is another relative here, Johnny Ray Arrowood, who died in 1989.
I have not found just who Johnny belongs to, yet. Maybe a grandson of Samuel Jr.
 
There are no markers to indicate where the cemetery lies,along the roadside, you just have to know, or have someone kindly show you.

If our Samuel is indeed buried here, then I hope to one day find some documentation of it. Until then, I will continue to search and seek out our family.

I left with a deep appreciation that I had located the ones that I did. I had the biggest smile on my face.

There may very well be no marker left for Samuel. If it once existed, time may have taken it’s toll on it and the earth slowly reclaimed it, during the 130 plus years he has been gone. Samuel Augustus Arrowood was born Abt. 1836 ~ and died Abt. 1873.

No matter where he lies, his memory lives on in the hearts of all his descendants. He lived a short time on this earth, but he left a lasting legacy.

Rest in peace, Grandpa Samuel.

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