While journaling through the process of compiling the stories and photos for Images of America: Nolensville, co-author Beth Lothers penned this entry:
Where do you find the history of a town?
What shadows of the past can come into clear view? What structures still remain?
Does one look to the creek that still winds its way through the rocky, grassy banks, running high or low, a moving mirror for faces to peer into, feet to wade in, arms to splash in, fishing lines dropped to its depth while cows plod surefooted to cool in the heat of a day?
Does one look at the largest and oldest of trees, with roots spread wide and deep … the one spared for shade and cover, for climbing, or for hiding, or to be used as a perch for the enjoyment of a distant view or for survival as a Native American scout or Confederate spy?
Does one look to the Native American trail that became a dusty stagecoach surface, then a toll road before becoming a paved highway?
There are bones in the ground, graves marked and unmarked, pioneer plots, slave graves, family cemeteries with rock walls and iron gates, and tombstones in cemeteries white and black. There are buried secrets and stories and dreams … how they came, why they stayed or left, or for some, why they returned.
Rare fading photographs hint at their substance and will to survive, organize, and create commerce while building places to gather for worship, education and recreation. Even the photographs of faces without names, tells part of the story, of a town.