The Ghost Towns of Hazel Creek

Note: This is a story that can’t be told in just one blog post but I did my best. Whenever I’m in the beautiful Great Smoky Mountains National Park I think about the people that used to live there and what their lives might have been like. Most people (including myself until recently) don’t realize that the land wasn’t just always empty and waiting for park designation.  85% of the national forest was owned by timber companies, and 15 % of the national forest was owned by small landholders, like you and me. These were quaint, self-sufficient communities….now ghost towns.

When we first moved to Bryson City in June, I started learning about Fontana lake and how when the Fontana dam was built in the 1940s it displaced many small towns in an area known as Hazel Creek. I’ve written about my fear of deep water before….lakes, ponds….ever since my dad told me when I was little about the “town” under the lake we lived on.  The Fontana story started to become a little bit of an obsession, especially after one night of sitting and listening to one of the cooks at the inn tell me the story of his father and grandfather, how they lost their land. He told me how his grandfather lost his farm, barn and home, receiving only 4 acres in return. Then he had to rebuild from scratch with no assistance. His father lost his land too….he got nothing in return for it.  He was overseas serving his country during WWII and the federal government took his farm using eminent domain. He came home from war to nothing.  Stories like this haunt me.

It wasn’t just a few people, hundreds of families were forced to leave their homes with the construction of Fontana Dam because their communities would eventually be submerged as the valleys filled up with water.  When the water from the Little Tennessee River rose it also covered roads including Highway 288 which cut off access to the Hazel Creek communities. Gravesites below the waterline were moved (although not all of them were actually moved….many Native American gravesites are still there….or if the families couldn’t be reached: graves remained). Gravesites above the waterline were left because the federal government promised the residents who gave up their land for the Fontana Dam that they would soon have a road constructed on the north side of the lake so that they could have access to their family cemeteries. Some families were told by authorities that they’d even be able to return to their land once the road was built so they left sites as if they were coming back…..but most of the remaining buildings were burned leaving only the foundations and fireplaces. You can still see many of these if you hike around the area. A ghost town for sure.

So about that road: despite the promise from the federal government, only about 7 miles of the road that would allow residents to access the old cemeteries and homesites was ever constructed.  The tunnel was the last thing constructed and the road project ended there in the early 1970’s due to lack of funding and environmental concerns.  (I wrote about visiting the tunnel and Road to Nowhere here.) Now it’s just a creepy tunnel that goes nowhere:

Things to do in Bryson City - The Road to Nowhere Tunnel in Smoky Mountains

It wasn’t until the 1970’s that the park service began to ferry families over to Hazel Creek a few times a year to re-mound the graves and decorate them.  These are known as decoration days. After hearing so many stories I desperately wanted to travel over and visit the cemeteries and “lost” communities. I’d been asking questions about it around town and had gotten to know Helene and Barry, the owners of the Filling Station, and one day when we were ordering Helene slipped Brett a post it note with a name on it and said:

Call this number….this is someone that will take you to the grave decoration.

I felt kind of strange calling someone I’d never met and asking if I could tag along to visit their family gravesides with them.  I got a voicemail and left a message: hi, I was wondering if I could tag along when you go to the cemetery next week. The woman that called me back was named Megan.  I was surprised to learn that she was only 24 years old….she seemed wise beyond her years. She said I was welcome to come along with her and her grandmother Aileen (“Nan”). She even offered to pick me up and drive me to the cove where they would catch the ferry.

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On the morning of the decoration, I met Megan and her grandmother Aileen for the first time.  They welcomed me right in.  I even began calling Aileen “Nan” and on the thirty minute drive to Cable Cove they both gave me a quick history of the area and answered a gazillion questions I had. Nan’s mother was moved out of a town called Dorsey in 1944. Dorsey is now under the lake. Nan’s grandfather was the postmaster of Dorsey.

We met the ferry at Cable Cove and it took us on a 20 minute ferry ride through a winding route to Hazel Creek, one of the most remote areas of the Great Smoky Mountains:

Hazel Creek - Town of Proctor

The ferry parked and put a ramp onto the shoreline.  We hiked up a steep hill and it opened up into a small clearing where the Proctor cemetery was located.  It probably didn’t look anything like this in the 1940s….the trees have grown up around the cemetery, taking over as nature does:

Proctor Cemetery - Hazel Creek Valley

Every single grave was decorated. A few new headstones were put into place to mark graves that were indistinguishable.  James Calhoun, a genuine douser, was present to help locate them if necessary.

Proctor Cemetery Decoration on the North Shore of Fontana

I walked around and read each and every stone. A few of the stones really got to me….like this one that was hand carved into the shape of a heart.  It reads “our baby” at the top:

Coleman Johnson September 16, 1929

One corner area of the graveyard was primarily infants…most entered and left this world on the same day.  Many dates were 1918-1919 and I asked a man what happened in that year.  He said that it was the Spanish Influenza.

North Shore Cemeteries - Fontana Dam

Many of the grave markers are just stones and others are deteriorating to such a point that the names are unrecognizable.  The North Shore Historical Society has been slowly replacing them.

After the decorating of the graves we walked a half mile down a gravel road to the Calhoun house….one of the only structures that was left standing after the residents were forced to move. It was left intact so that it could serve as a bunkhouse for the park service:

The Calhoun House - Town of Proctor - Horace Kephart

The front porch of the Calhoun House:

Ghost Towns in Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Here’s a photo I posted on Instagram of the sink inside the house:

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This was a bustling little community in the 1920’s.  The Southern Railway came in, the Ritter Lumber Company built a large mill, and there was a cafe, a doctor, train depot, school and even a movie theater.

This group of people, salt of the earth, welcomed me in like I was one of their own. I never once felt like an outsider.  We shared lunch (homecooked goodness plus my Bojangles contribution) and I listened to some beautiful singing that moved me to tears.  Ila Knight, who was born in Proctor, sang Amazing Grace. Ila lived in Proctor until she was about 2 years old and her family had to leave. As we sat and ate lunch, Ila told the story of how Nan’s older sister Hazel had been present at her birth.  It was a connection that hadn’t been made before. An elderly man said a few words while we ate lunch and as he struggled to speak I could only really make out: that’s my hope….that I’ll be changed in an instant when my time comes.

Ila Knight - Town of Proctor

This year was one of the lowest turnouts in a while for Proctor…only about 50 people showed up.  Many of the people that used to come have either passed away or are too old and feeble to make the long trip and hike to the cemetery locations.  Hopefully the low turnout was just because it happened to fall on the July 4th weekend.

The whole time I was there I thought about what I would do if someone told me I had to leave my home, farm, livelihood because it would soon be underwater. Boo and I watched an episode of the Walton’s yesterday (“The Conflict”) about the Walton’s kin being displaced for the formation of the national park. It was heart wrenching to watch. And I was cheering on the people holding rifles and protecting their land.

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There is something very endearing about these mountain communities. Walking around the cemetery you realize that these were people who had carved out a little mountain community for themselves: farms, orchards, churches, schools, cemeteries.  The thought that was put into many of the headstones (for those that could afford it) shows that it never would have crossed their mind that the cemeteries would one day be inaccessible.

“She was the sunshine of our home. At rest.”

 

John D. Cuthbertson – Gone So Soon

Cuthbertson Tombstone - Proctor Cemetary

 

“She is not dead, but sleeping.”

It took me a while to figure out what this stone read:

“She was too good, too gentle and fair to dwell in this cold world of care.”

A toppled stone:

Walking around such a place it makes you realize how generations come and go…and how easily they can be forgotten.

I’m so appreciative of Megan and her grandmother Aileen for taking me along on their journey, and sharing their family history with me.  And to Helene for recognizing that this was something I really wanted to do and making the connection.

 

If you want to read more I’ve enjoyed reading these:

Reflections of Olde Swain

The Blind Pig & The Acorn – Proctor / Hazel Creek

North Shore Heritage Memories (I met David Monteith at Proctor, he has recently written a book on the creation of the park and the history of these communities that is being sold in the Swain County Historical Museum in Bryson City)

North Shore Cemeteries

The Story of the Road To Nowhere (a great resource for a map and access by hiking to the cemeteries and ghost towns)

 

 

The schedule for the North Shore cemetery decoration days can be found here. Anyone is welcome to attend and help keep the tradition going.

 

A few books that I also recommend:

Strangers in High Places by Michael Frome: The story of the Great Smoky Mountains.

Touring the Western NC Backroads by Carolyn Sakowski: A guide to the backroads and the history of Western North Carolina.

 

 

 

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  1. 1

    Did you ever see the documentary on Discovery “China’s Mega Dam” – about the three gorges dam? The displacement reminds me of that. I believe over a million people were relocated.

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      Julia, that is such a haunting documentary, unbelievable that people had to demolish their own houses. It was creepy to me where they showed how deep the water would be when the river was finally dammed up. A very interesting film for anyone who hasn’t seen it.

  2. 3

    This post touched me in many ways- I actually had tears in my eyes as I read it. I live in a community in upstate New York surrounded by two of New York City’s reservoirs. Although I am only 20, and wasn’t around during the 50s and 60s when they were built, I know of many families that once lived where these reservoirs now are- thousands of people were forced to move, leaving behind their livelihoods and memories, and forever affecting the surrounding areas. To this day, many of the towns that weren’t destroyed have struggled economically and the people forced to move were often unfairly compensated (in part because, at the time, farm weren’t compensated as businesses, only as land and even then, were given below market value). It was some of the best farmland in New York State, now forever gone. When the reservoirs are low, you can sometimes see the old roads or bridges. It breaks my heart to think of leaving my home (there are rumors that another reservoir is in the plans- which would destroy my hometown- something I hope will never, ever happen) and can’t imagine what it would be like to be displaced like that. Thank you for sharing this story- I’m glad there are others who are saddened by the displacement caused when eminent domain is used.

  3. 4

    No other words. Beautiful.

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    Vicki Turner says:

    Ashley, I love reading your blogs and a thought occurred to me that maybe you might want to contact the local paper there an offer to write for them. Our little local paper The Recorder has a writer that writes stories very similar to yours. All very personal experiences like yours. I think your little town would appreciate what you could offer. Just a thought. Love ya, Cousin Vicki

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    Cristiane D. says:

    I’m in Toronto. Reading while waiting for the subway, and my heart is aching with this story. Forced permanent migration always bothered me. Thanks for sharing.

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    IRA LEE says:

    if i had the chance to tag along to something like this i would have jumped in too!!! this is the kind of advnture that i love! the trek to get there, sharing the experience with other people (in this case strangers), to imagine what life was like so many years ago, to stand where others stood so long ago. and pictures!!!! i love taking pictures of these type of things. im jealous!!! lol i live in arkansas but in branson missouri there is a place that has been converted for tourists called shepard of the hills. its literally in the hills and you have to drive a bit to get there. there is now a tall tower you can ride to the top of and enjoy a vast sky full of mountains and trees, its beautuful. there are books and such, like what you have told us, about the history of the place. i bought a copy printed in the 1960’s and read it. it reminded me of this story. although not as tragic as loosing everyhting you have worked for like these folks did. there is such a mystery to the past. thanks for sharing!!!

  7. 8

    Beautiful, brought me to tears. So many people were displaced because of dams being built everywhere. Thank you for saving a little bit of history.

  8. 9

    Absolutely fascinating and haunting. The history. Thank you so much for sharing this….

  9. 10

    Fascinating and haunting. All that history. I’ve often wondered about the lives off my ancestors….their day to day experiences. I wonder more and more as my mom uncovers our genealogy. An old New Englsnd family combined with a family of Irish immigrants joined by my parents. Thank you for sharing these adventures and experiences. Reading them makes me want to do more exploring on my hometown area about my history.

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    Cindy Cochran says:

    Ashley, once again you have warmed my heart with your story.
    You see things so differently than the average person, This Story reminded me of the movie Oh Brother where art thou, with George Clooney just because of the dam. So glad you are exploring our beautiful North Carolina. Looking forward to more stories.

  11. 12

    A haunting story beautifully captured in pictures and words. The headstones gave me goose bumps! Again, thanks for sharing!

  12. 13

    Dear Ashley,

    This is your most profound post.

    Just excellent.

    Thank you.

    Love,
    Shivaun

  13. 14
    Shivaun says:

    Dear Ashley,

    Just re-read The Decoration Day essay and want to compliment you on the photography and tender spirit of your writing.

    Beautiful, gentle and haunting.

    Love,
    Shivaun

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