I was invited to join my Uncle this winter in a visit to meet some of my distant family who had settled in Fayetteville, Georgia. Much to my pleasant surprise we got more than we bargained for. Our relative took us to see the home of my great grandfather and his family. Little did I know that I had so many roots in Georgia.
This home sits just a few blocks east of the square and courthouse in Fayetteville where my ancestor once worked. Apparently there is also a cemetery in the area where many of my relatives are buried. Over the front door there is a bit of transom glass where you can still make out the “Murphy” lettering.