
BEECHVILLE:
THEN, NOW AND IN BETWEEN
S.
R. Lee's history of northern Williamson County, Tennessee, is
now available! This history covers the neighborhood where Hillsboro
Pike crosses the Little Harpeth River from the geologic age to
2006.
"Beechville's
twelve to fifteen square miles are filled with high wooded ridges
sheltering wildlife, valleys watered by streams both constant
and seasonal, pastures feeding livestock and, in the modern day,
subdivisions. The stream-filled valleys have in the past supported
cultivated fields of barley, wheat, alfalfa, sorghum, tobacco,
corn, and beans. In the last half century the spread of houses
has filled these fields and driven hunters from the wooded hills."
"This
varied terrain in a small space found prosperous and poor families
living as neighbors. All endured spring floods and summer droughts.
All climbed the hills, forded the streams, and worked the fields.
Today the streams and high hills of Beechville are blessed with
much open land and are most noted for their serene beatuy."
Beechville:
Then, Now and In Between contains the stories of families,
beginning with the early settlers and continuing to the present
and includes the history of area schools, churches, and farms.
This 306-page volume of Beechville history can be purchased at
Landmark Booksellers in downtown Franklin, Tennessee.

Where Hillsboro Road crosses the Little
Harpeth River
Following are two poems from Beechville: Then, Now and In
Between:
McCutchen
Graveyard
Ancient
midden
            somewhat like a barrow
            diagonal ridge
            dips to an end in mid-field.
A
good farmer would know
            soil,
            direction of drainage
            what the plow revealed
            what the fence post displaced
We
have every reason to imagine
            he knew
            and made
Those
choices:
            a grave above flood line
            good underground drainage
            land unsuitable for crops
Or,
the ancients of the place,
            did they call him
            through the soles of his boots.
            his horses hooves,
            the slight shell crunch under the grass?
First
Dead
Here we settle new land
    build and plow,
    hopeful for children, farms,
mark
fields,
    plant first crops,
    shape tools for harvesting,
build
the first log room,
    plan for additions,
join
neighbors
    to cut roads through the wooded land,
    to build a school, a church,
work
with diligence,
    plan a strong family,
    a strong neigborhood.
A
young wife grows round,
    a man fashions a cradle.
This
baby interrupts our family,
    our incompleted community.
We
must find a place
    to put her grave.
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