It's been a while since I was there, but there is a place on the creek where the wagons use to cross. You can see the old wagon ruts going out thru the woods for a ways. This place is about 1/2 mile downstream from the current road. To the oldtimers around, I'm guessing Dad might be the last, this place on the creek was called 'the ol ford', for obvious reasons. Dad says he never remembered it being used and the road was in its present location when he was a young boy.
Another place down same creek a ways is a steep hillside that someone farmed long ago. They took the native iron ore rocks and made there terraces with them. Dad said that he never remembered anyone farming that place.
I referred to Dad in both instances.... Dad will be 96 next month and is about the oldest person around.
