Hi everyone. My name is Charles Hunter. I started researching my family tree with my father in 2008. In February of 2009 my father and I were going to take a road trip from central Florida to the wiregrass area of southwestern Georgia, to the little town of Quitman, where our ancestors settled. We were going to visit the old Hunter Cemetery.

Well, things didn't turn out that way. A week before we were supposed to leave, my father died in his sleep. A few months later my wife suggested that we make the road trip anyway, so off we went.

We arrived in Quitman on Friday afternoon and found the cemetery, but it was so overgrown with vines and weeds we could only find a few graves, none of them marked "Hunter". We were literally walking on top of graves without seeing them!

We searched for a while, but the graves we saw were from other families. After an hour we gave up and went out to eat, then back to the hotel. Saturday morning we went back and tried again. We looked for about half an hour with no luck. We were on our way back to the car, just steps away from walking out of the fence, when I just happened to look over to my left and barely saw the shape of a headstone. We had missed it before since it was covered with vines and thorns. I walked over to check it out, brushed back the vines and thorns and saw... "HUNTER"! I had found my ancestors! What a thrill!

This road trip was the one that my dad and I had planned for late February, but he passed away suddenly a few days before we were supposed to go. When my wife and I took the trip a few months later, she suggested that we take my father's ashes along with us. When we found the grave of my oldest ancestor from this area (Abraham Hunter 1769-1854) we sprinkled a few of my dad's ashes there. He got to make the road trip after all!

Hi everyone. My name is Charles Hunter. I started researching my family tree with my father in 2008. In February of 2009 my father and I were going to take a road trip from central Florida to the wiregrass area of southwestern Georgia, to the little town of Quitman, where our ancestors settled. We were going to visit the old Hunter Cemetery.

Well, things didn't turn out that way. A week before we were supposed to leave, my father died in his sleep. A few months later my wife suggested that we make the road trip anyway, so off we went.

We arrived in Quitman on Friday afternoon and found the cemetery, but it was so overgrown with vines and weeds we could only find a few graves, none of them marked "Hunter". We were literally walking on top of graves without seeing them!

We searched for a while, but the graves we saw were from other families. After an hour we gave up and went out to eat, then back to the hotel. Saturday morning we went back and tried again. We looked for about half an hour with no luck. We were on our way back to the car, just steps away from walking out of the fence, when I just happened to look over to my left and barely saw the shape of a headstone. We had missed it before since it was covered with vines and thorns. I walked over to check it out, brushed back the vines and thorns and saw... "HUNTER"! I had found my ancestors! What a thrill!

This road trip was the one that my dad and I had planned for late February, but he passed away suddenly a few days before we were supposed to go. When my wife and I took the trip a few months later, she suggested that we take my father's ashes along with us. When we found the grave of my oldest ancestor from this area (Abraham Hunter 1769-1854) we sprinkled a few of my dad's ashes there. He got to make the road trip after all!