Gregg Cable House at Cades Cove - wintertime

This photograph is of the Gregg Cable homeplace at Cades Cove in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

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Barn at Tipton Place in Cades Cove

I always have to stop at this barn when I am in Cades Cove. When I was 18 years old and visiting Cades Cove for the first time I stepped up on a ladder in this barn. When I stepped down I stepped on a nail. Got a tetanus booster shot because of it. Several years later I also worked with a decendant of this family. I can never go to Cades Cove without thinking fondly of C.O. Tipton, we called him Tip. He has been retired for many years now, boy, the stories he could tell. He was a real story teller, he captured everybody's attention when he started with one of his great stories. Last time I heard, his health was failing, and I keep meaning to go see him. I called him on his birthday a couple of years ago, and he was shocked I knew it was his birthday.

I also had a real hard time waiting here for a shot without people, but it was worth it for me.

Cades Cove in Smoky Mountains

These 2 photographs make me think of the Wild, Wild West for some reason. It doesn't really look like the Smokies to me. But I do like the look.

This barn I keep trying to get right. The light is always so harsh by the time I get to this location in Cades Cove. I did you a filter, and it looks a little better, just wish could manage to get to this point in the cove earlier in the day.

Cable Mill Area of Cades Cove

Random photographs taken in the Cable Mill Area of Cades Cove in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

This is the actual mill where they still ground the corn to make meal. You can purchase the meal right there. It is very hard to get a photograph without people in it, especially this time of year. That goes for all of these photos, I just had to wait at ready and snapped the instant it was clear of people.

This last photo is a close up (me? a close up?) of the holes in one of the out buildings in the Cable Mill area. It is the building where I took the photographs of the Copperheads earlier in the year. Click here and here for the 2 post of the Copperheads.

Random structures in Cades Cove

The top photograph is the Dan Lawson Place from a distance. I don't think I have ever looked back at this site before. Not sure why I did now, maybe because I was taking some photos in the rearview mirror. I liked what I saw, so I probably will look back at this homeplace more often.

The 2nd and 3rd photos are structures at the Tipton Place area. I have another post of this area later this week.

The last photograph was taken while standing next to the Dan Lawson cabin. Just liked the view.

Caldwell Place in Cataloochee Cove - GSMNP

Remember this house was built in 1903.
Look at this woodwork.

They not only had the arch, but look at the design going 3 different directions on the same wall.

And the staircase. This house was awesome. Would love to live in today, just not down that 10 miles of mountain side to get to it.

The view from the front porch, nice stream between the house and the barn.

Notice the cross on the barn.

A blogger buddy, Darla, suggested I update this post and tell this story. See the comments on the Woody Place post. This house brought back memories for me. When I was about 10 years old the house down the road past my Granny and Papa's house (in Walton County, Georgia)was very similiar to this house. One Saturday evening Sheriff Doc Sorrells (relative of mine) was called to the house because the man of the house was intoxicated and causing problems. When the sheriff knocked on the front door the man shot him from the back of the house. The man was in the back right room. The shot went through 6 to 8 walls and killed the sheriff standing at the front door. When nobody lived in the house anymore we went in the house to investigate it. CSI would have used beams to show the bullets path. We were not that sophisticated, we stuck our fingers in the holes in all the walls. The holes were at angles in the walls, straight to the front door.

After I was grown I visited the Police Memorial in Washington, DC and found his name on the wall and made a rub of his name. It was a very emotional visit, due to knowing several police officers listed on the wall.