Saint Mary Community Church. |
According to historical maps, Gunton was located along what
is now the Norfolk Southern Railroad, between Red Creek and Dixon Creek, just
north of Flatwood. Sources say that this rail station first appeared on county
maps in the early 1900s, but most people today have long forgotten that this
railroad stop ever existed. This old rail stop is so obscure that you’d be hard
pressed to even find a reference to it in old editions of The Wilcox
Progressive Era.
Today when you pass through Gunton, aside from a few
scattered homes, the most significant landmark you will find is the Saint Mary
Community Church. According to old maps, this church is located just a stone’s
throw from where the old rail station was once located. Only a thin strip of
woods separates the back of the church property from the railroad tracks.
The Saint Mary Community Church is currently housed in a
nice, modern metal building, but my feeling is that this building replaced an
older church structure. According to a cement cornerstone cover propped against
the north side of the building, the earlier church may have been built in the
late 1960s. That cornerstone, which bears the date of Aug. 12, 1969, reads as
follows: St. Mary A.M.E. Church – Stewards: J. Thurman, Robert Harris, Emma
Moton – Trustees: Marvie Martin, Lillie Boykin, Polley Forster – C.M. Sanders,
Clerk; Rev. H.B. Plunkett, Pastor; Rev. W.T. Minefee, P.E.; Rev. H.N. Robinson,
Bishop.
From the church I eased up to the narrow bridge across Dixon
Creek and pulled over into the grass for a closer look. As I stood there, I was
reminded of an old story I’d heard about an unsolved murder that occurred along
its banks in December 1853. The victim in that case was a “respectable,
well-to-do old farmer” named Eli Menderhall, who moved to Wilcox County from
Claiborne in 1833.
Sources say that around four o’clock on the day of the
murder, the 70-year-old Menderhall was traveling home alone on horseback along
a road that ran along the creek. Some unknown assailant in the bushes shot him
in the back, side and arm with a load of buckshot, but the old man managed to
make it to his home, about a mile away. Even though a doctor was sent for, Menderhall
died later that night.
A runaway slave named Jack was arrested for the murder, but
he was released after he was able to provide a solid alibi. Apparently, he proved
that he was about six miles away from the crime scene when the murder took
place. Although largely forgotten today, this was a scandalous crime at the
time and remains unsolved.
Climbing back in my truck, I drove the short distance up to
Jones Convenience, a store located just north of the creek. After buying a pack
of peanut butter crackers and a Pepsi, I asked the smiling woman behind the
counter if she’d ever heard of Gunton. She wasn’t familiar with that name and
said that most people consider the store to be located in Catherine.
We chatted for a few more minutes before I eventually got
back in my truck and pointed it towards home. The weather was nice and sunny
and as I headed south, I could not help but wonder what Gunton must have been
like in its heyday. Perhaps there is much more than meets the eye in this old
rail stop community.
In the end, let me hear from you if you have any additional information about the old Gunton community. I’m especially interested in any information about how it got its name. Also, let me hear from you if you know any old ghost stories, local legends or Indian lore about this area.
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