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Nightmare Hollow
Where wicked stories gather, prying open fearful eyes. Where myths and legends linger long after the body dies. There’s a touch of evil in the wind and in the memory that follows the dark and fevered nightmares that live down in the Hollow.
This story begins with white oaks and chestnut trees, native orchards, creeks and hills that roll gently into the lower Appalachian mountains. There were no railroads or dirt roads passing through. Just a trail leading to the Chattahoochee River carved into these woodlands by the Creek and Cherokee Indians. And in 1843, Jonathan Beard, the son of a decorated Revolutionary War soldier, bought, settled, lived and died on 109 acres of a 240-acre land grant initiated by President Andrew Jackson.
In 1928, our granddad and grandmother, Clarence and Jennie Compton bought that same 109 acres, living in the same home on the same farm originally settled by Jonathan Beard, who was Clarence’s great, great grandfather. Today the son and daughter of Clarence and Jennie and numerous grandchildren still live on the Compton farm.
And now, almost 200 hundred years later, a parcel of that farm has evolved into C.B. Farms, an agritourism park that will always hold a place of honor for our family-line of great grandparents, grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles who have called the Compton farm home.