I wrote 4,000 words this weekend. I’m a little tired and frazzled about it, but happy.
C, M, and I went out to a different cemetery looking for Edmondsons. We found them. Here’s a cool one:
Also, after much trying, I found the Mt. Pisgah cemetery and saw this for myself:
The people Edmondson made stones for seem to fall into two categories: people in his neighborhood (even people in his neighborhood who were taken to Franklin to be buried) and a few folks in Mt. Pisgah.
Mt. Pisgah is an old black farming community off Edmondson Pike and, though I haven’t been able to show it, I deeply wonder if Edmondson’s people had ties to the area.