"Myrta Locckett Avary" by Faye Royster Tuck.
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8 "There was no Lombardy Poplar on any plantation but one. Settlers bought the trees over from England, but they wouldn't live except the few outlining the lane at the Harris place, which was a mile away."
Myrta wrote about "Lombardy Grove:' "I love the place because of its beauty in the pages of my remembrance and because it was the home of my childhood. As I use to hear of "Lombardy Grove", it was to begin with, a tavern in the war times, in Colonial and Revolutionary times. I know it was a public center and troops were drilled on what we called ' The Lawn', having been more properly called the Meadow. Further to the rear, was what was known as the Quarters for the household staff of negro servants; a row of cabins, always white washed and about 50 or 100 feet apart. There were extensive orchards at the old home. The 'Lockett Pear', my parents and grandparents had developed it by grafting. I can remember, as a little girl, I'd run to greet my parents returning from some journey, that the carriage or buggy or carryall would always have young trees packed in it. 'Lombardy Grove' had a store, tanyard, gristmill, ran for the benefit of my father's hands, his neighbors and their hands. The Sunday School at the blacksmith shop in "Dixie After The War' was on his place. A heavy block of metal lies at my door to hold the door in place. On it is stamped 'P Lockett'. This was the stamp used by my grandfather, Phillip Lockett, who ran a plow factory. My brothers, John Kennon and Phillip, ran a plow factory soon after the war. There was a brief period of prosperity before the hard Reconstruction plan was started. In that period, young people had a gay time. My brothers, I can remember rode and drove fine horses, and were considered 'the county catches' by young ladies. But the time was brief indeed. [Footnote] (22)
Behind 'Lombandy Grove' was a deep creek, called Dockery if you followed it, you came upon a grist mill. The miller's cottage was the center of the little settlement.
The house 'Lombardy Grove' was not of the pillared colonial type. It had been added to and changed. A tradition said the inn was kept by 'Old Joe Jones',