A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.
--Charles H. Spurgeon (1834-1892) English preacher.
Here, alone atop Iron Mountain, lies Uncle Nick Grindstaff, born December 26, 1851 and died July 22, 1923. For forty years he lived alone on this ridge between Stoney Creek and Doe Valley, on the border of Carter and Johnson Counties. It's not exactly known what led him to become a hermit. The story of his life seems shrouded in mystery. Orphaned as a small child, he was raised by relatives and had the reputation of being a smart, hard working, "model" young man. When he became an adult, he inherited the family farm and made a go of it for a few years but eventually sold it and headed out west to Missouri. It's not exactly clear what led him there or what really happened. Some say he married and his young bride soon died. Others say his love married another. Still another account said he was beaten and robbed and stripped of everything he had. Whatever befell him, Nick never recovered. He moved back to east Tennessee and for the next forty years lived as a hermit on Iron Mountain. Twice a year he would come down to the local general store for meal, bacon and other supplies... and to get a haircut. His only companions on the mountain were his dog "Panter", a cow he used as a pack animal, and his pet rattlesnake (!).
In July 1923, a friend, Baxter McEwen, stopped by his shack to check in on him and found him dead. Legend has it that Panter was so protective he wouldn't let anyone remove the body. Eventually, Nick was given a Christian burial with family and friends in
attendance. At some point, Panter was also buried there. Though he isolated himself, he must have been loved -- for two years later, they returned to construct and dedicate the
chimney-shaped monument you see above. It was the shopkeeper who penned Nick's sad epitaph:
"He lived alone, suffered alone, and died alone"
But the legend and mystery did not stop with his death. It's said that years later, Appalachian Trail hikers who camped near the grave reported hearing the mournful, haunting howls of a dog in the night.
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Directions: From Highway 19E in Elizabethton, take Stony Creek Road (Highway 91) toward Shady Valley, TN for 18 miles to a parking area for hikers at the intersection of Highway 91 and Cross Mountain Road on the right. (If you enter the village of Shady Valley, you've gone 3.5 miles too far).
Map here. Standing at the AT parking area, if you were to cross the highway, you'd enter the
old Osborne Farm and head toward Damascus, VA. Instead, cross the Cross Mountain Road and take the AT for 3.6 miles to the grave. It sits back maybe 30 feet off the trail to the right, but is hard to miss.
The first mile of the trail has a few muddy bogs in it, but thankfully, there are walkways in these areas. Overall, it's a fairly gradual climb up the mountain, with the exception of a short, but very steep section that will get you huffing and puffing. In the winter months, there are lots of great views of Doe Valley from this section of the AT.
The photos of the flute player statue were taken a few years ago (at different times of the year) in the gardens outside of the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC. 
Here, alone atop Iron Mountain, lies Uncle Nick Grindstaff, born December 26, 1851 and died July 22, 1923. For forty years he lived alone on this ridge between Stoney Creek and Doe Valley, on the border of Carter and Johnson Counties. It's not exactly known what led him to become a hermit. The story of his life seems shrouded in mystery. Orphaned as a small child, he was raised by relatives and had the reputation of being a smart, hard working, "model" young man. When he became an adult, he inherited the family farm and made a go of it for a few years but eventually sold it and headed out west to Missouri. It's not exactly clear what led him there or what really happened. Some say he married and his young bride soon died. Others say his love married another. Still another account said he was beaten and robbed and stripped of everything he had. Whatever befell him, Nick never recovered. He moved back to east Tennessee and for the next forty years lived as a hermit on Iron Mountain. Twice a year he would come down to the local general store for meal, bacon and other supplies... and to get a haircut. His only companions on the mountain were his dog "Panter", a cow he used as a pack animal, and his pet rattlesnake (!).
In July 1923, a friend, Baxter McEwen, stopped by his shack to check in on him and found him dead. Legend has it that Panter was so protective he wouldn't let anyone remove the body. Eventually, Nick was given a Christian burial with family and friends in
attendance. At some point, Panter was also buried there. Though he isolated himself, he must have been loved -- for two years later, they returned to construct and dedicate the
chimney-shaped monument you see above. It was the shopkeeper who penned Nick's sad epitaph:
But the legend and mystery did not stop with his death. It's said that years later, Appalachian Trail hikers who camped near the grave reported hearing the mournful, haunting howls of a dog in the night.
This is a shot taken a few nights ago of the war memorial located at Mountain Home in Johnson City, TN. Once known as the Old Soldiers' Home, most people now simply refer to the area as the "VA Center" (or just "VA") for the large Veteran's Administration Hospital located there. The extensive campus is also home to the ETSU Colleges of Medicine and Pharmacy. Click here to read more about the VA. Click here for an interactive map of all the buildings located at the VA.
Here are a couple night shots of beautifully-adorned downtown Elizabethton, TN. In the shot to the right, I left the shutter open seven seconds to capture the taillights as the car traveled around the Veteran's War Monument. The 65 foot tall monument, which honors Carter County veterans from all wars from the Revolutionary War to the present day, was constructed in 1912. [click photos to enlarge]
