They Named Every Hollow

Following are excerpts from stories written by my Great-Grandmother, Annie Biggs Adcock as they were written to her daughter Clara.  They were compiled in a book entitled No More The Wild Country by my cousin John R. Coles.   He graciously gave me permission to use these in hopes that future generations of our family will know a little bit of our history.  

"In the early part of the 19th century, the Adcocks came here on Sycamore Creek.   They came from the mountains.   They entered about 300 acres of land, most of it up and down the Sycamore Creek.   They named every hollow that run into this creek and every hole of water.   Starting at the North boundary line of Davidson County and Robinson County, about ten miles up Sycamore Creek, the first big hole of water was the Turn Hole.   The next one coming up the creek was near the blacksmith shop, which sat on the bank of the creek.   It was called the Shop Hole.   About half a mile up as where a mule got drownded.  That was the Mule Hole.   About a mile further up was one called Blue Hole.   All these were the best places to fish.  

And beginning at the same place, the Turn Hole, the first hollow running Northeast was called Otter Den Hollow.   The next one was the Barn Hollow because there was a log barn in the mouth of this hollow.   The next one was Sheep Hollow, because they kept a herd of sheep around this place.   It was all deep wooded area.   

Up and down the Sycamore Creek, just the memory is all that is left of the old ones.   Some of the great-grandchildren own part of the land.   Others, just strangers, moved in.   There are two cemeteries of Adcocks still on this Adcock land.  Old stories of how everything was is still known and the names of the hollows still stays the same.   They are called that today."