Old Hampden Ridge Cemetery in Conecuh County, Alabama. |
I got the itch to get out and do some riding around last
Thursday morning and headed south out of town on U.S. Highway 31. With no
particular destination in mind, about five and a half miles south of downtown
Evergreen, I turned onto County Road 17, which took me down into the old
Hampden Ridge community.
As I eased along this old country road, without another car
in sight, I remembered that Hampden Ridge was Conecuh County’s first county
seat, established way back in 1818, about a year before Alabama even became a
state. According to “Place Names in Alabama” by Virginia O. Foscue, Hampden
Ridge was founded and named by early pioneer Alexander Autrey, probably for a
town in the east honoring the English member of Parliament, John Hampden.
Historical records say that the first courthouse here was a one-room structure
built of chestnut logs with a dirt floor, and its only furniture was a “rough
table.”
Today, the most prominent landmark at Hampden Ridge is the
Hamden Ridge Missionary Baptist Church, a pristine white block building that
apparently replaced an older structure in the early 1970s. If you go there
today, you’ll see a cornerstone that reads: Hamden Ridge Baptist Church,
Rebuilt 1971 – Rev. T.R. Sellers, March 25, 1956 – Deacons, H. McIntyre, G.H.
Douglas, H. Crosby, H. Mitchell, D. Peters Jr. – Trustees, T.S. Sheppard, C.M.
Davison, D. Peters Sr., B. Douglas, Clerk – Rev. M.S. Stallworth, Pastor – S.J.
Bennett, Grandmaster – Dec. 18, 1987.
As I stood there in the church yard, I tried to imagine what
the old Hampden Ridge community must have looked like in its heyday. I’d been
told that in the woods across the road from this church you’ll find the Old
Hampden Ridge Cemetery, which is sometimes called the Ashley-Suddith Cemetery. Fort Autrey, an old frontier fortification, was said to have been located
somewhere nearby as well.
According to B.F. Riley’s “History of Conecuh County,” the
early settlers and native Indians of this area had a mutual agreement to stay
on their respective sides of Murder Creek. Eventually, the two sides got into a
bloody dispute over livestock, which resulted in a battle near Old Town. After
this battle, whites began to move into areas east of Murder Creek, and Sparta replaced
Hampden Ridge as the county seat a short time later.
I eventually got back in my truck and continued south on
County Road 17. A little farther down the road, I came upon the Jordan Creek
Bridge and parked for a closer look at the creek. On the east side of the
bridge, I shook my head at the sight of bagged trash that had been tossed over
the side of the bridge and into the creek. On the other side of the bridge, I
could see the remains of what looked like an old wooden structure, perhaps the
remnants of a much older bridge that travelers once used to cross this creek.
On my way back to town, I took a few minutes to turn down
Pate Road, which led me to the Hamden Ridge Missionary Baptist Church Cemetery.
This old cemetery sits on a high hill not far from the Pate Road Bridge over
Interstate Highway 65. As I walked among the graves there, I could clearly hear
the vehicles zooming up and down I-65, oblivious to the presence of the old
Hampden Ridge community.
A few minutes later, I eased down to the bridge over I-65 and
got out for a look around. To the north, the modern highway stretched far away
and out of sight, but to the south I could see the rest stop where so many
travelers get out to stretch their legs. As I stood there, several low-flying,
orange and white Navy planes passed overhead, reminding me of how close through
the woods I was to Middleton Field.
In the end, if you ever get the itch to get out and ride
around, you might want to check out the old Hampden Ridge community. As you
pass through this quiet community, think back on its heyday, when it served as
a military outpost and center of Conecuh County government. Those days are long
gone, but they are far from forgotten.
Great overview of Hampden Ridge Community. Thanks for remembering with us natives of our ancestral home
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