I went home recently for Thanksgiving. Before I went, my grandmother (Nanny) made me promise to spend a day exploring. Specifically, she wanted me to see a headstone in a cemetery near where I grew up.
The headstone is that of an outlaw from the area. Several years ago, a book was written about this outlaw called “The Devil’s Jug, the Crying Tree and Me.” That book, as I understand, is no longer in print and may, or may not, be the subject of a lawsuit by a family who didn’t appreciate some of the things written in the book about their ancestors. I have no idea about the validity of this or if the book is true or not. I also hate controversy and try to steer very clear of it on this website, but I will tell you what I do know…
I do know the book is very interesting. I sure don’t know what is true and what isn’t, but it’s a captivating story either way – especially if you are familiar with some of the people and places in the book. I can’t say it’s a well-written book – it looks more like a first-draft manuscript, but I think that’s part of its charm.
I do know that the books that are still out there for sale are expensive. I’ve seen them listed from $69 to $200 over the last few years. My cousin Lindsey and I are always fighting over Nanny’s copy of the book. We say it’s one of our few family heirlooms… along with the silver tea pitcher that we used to make Kool-Aid in when we were kids. So, I was excited to find a copy of the book for $9.99 on ebay recently. I snatched it up before Lindsey found it and if she’s lucky I just might let her borrow it.
I do know that the headstone pictured on this here website is located in the Rufe, America cemetery. It looks real to me and I sure don’t think that nice guys get epitaphs such as the one printed on that headstone. So, I can only assume he wasn’t an all-around nice guy.
I do know that I’ve read the book several times and I’m glad I didn’t grow up in the 1800s. No way. If even one thing in the book is true, and I had been living in the 1800s, I would have sat down and cried my eyes out. Then I would have taken out my Iphone, ordered a pizza and watched some reruns of the Real Housewives of New York City. I love progress.
I do know that Nanny and I enjoyed looking at the sites from this book.
I also know that my Nanny will never speak to me again if she knows I have posted this picture of her. So, if you read this, and you know my Nanny, please do not mention that there is a picture of her on this site. Lindsey, I’ll even loan you that book if won’t tell.