Straddling the line–Virginia and Tennessee

East Hill Cemetery
East State Street
Bristol, Tennessee and Virginia

The city of Bristol straddles the border between Virginia and Tennessee with East State Street marking the state line west of East Hill Cemetery. The cemetery itself is divided into nearly equal portions as it passes through the cemetery itself. The primary entrance, however is located on the Tennessee side.

The death of a child is always traumatic, though it was especially harrowing when five-year-old Nellie Gaines passed away in 1857 as the family prepared to leave the area. Worried that the pitiful grave would be neglected and forgotten, the family sought a proper place for their daughter. One of Bristol’s founders, Samuel Goodson, owned a hill east of town and suggested it be a proper burial place. Prodded by a branch snapped off by the driver a horse hauled wagon bearing the youngster’s body up the hill. After the service the branch was stuck into the earth to mark the grave. The branch grew into a tree that marked the grave until the early 1970s. Over the years the hill began to collect graves and eventually became an official cemetery.

East Hill Cemetery by Dan Grogan, 2013. Courtesy of Flickr.

This hill had been the scene of strange occurrences for many years prior to its use as a cemetery. During the latter days of the 18th century this area was a favored hunting ground for General Evan Shelby who lived nearby. As the old general developed dementia in his old age and took to wandering his old hunting grounds and sitting on stumps and logs on the hillside. After his death passersby still spotted the visage of the old general haunting the hillside.

Even stranger was the image of a burning tree that was spotted on rainy nights. Brave souls who ventured into the cemetery in search of the torch-like tree never found any sign of a burning tree. A local reverend built a home on a nearby hill with a good view of East Hill and he and his family regularly witnessed this phenomenon that they dubbed the “burning tree ghost.”

Sometime after the cemetery was formally established here a man taking a shortcut through the cemetery late on a snowy night heard the sounds of children playing. Thinking the sounds odd, he stopped momentarily to listen and was shocked to see three white figures moving towards him. He fled. Over the years, many others have reported similar sounds on cold, snowy evenings.

Local historian Bud Phillips tells a more recent story involving a woman searching for the grave of her great-grandmother. After tramping through the cemetery and have no luck finding her great-grandmother’s marker the woman decided to give up. As she walked back to her car she saw the strange figure of a woman standing not far away wearing a pink gown and pointing to a shrub. The figure vanished and the intrepid visitor decided to take a closer look at the shrub the woman had been pointing at. Lo, and behold, the shrub was covering her great-grandmother’s marker. A short time later, the woman remembered that her great-grandmother had been buried wearing a pink gown.

Sources

  • Phillips, Bud. “East Hill Cemetery is the most haunted place in the city of Bristol.” Bristol Herald Courier. 30 December 2013.
  • Phillips, V.N. (Bud). Pioneers in Paradise. Johnson City, TN: Overmountain Press, 2002.
  • Stothart, Gray. National Register of Historic Places nomination form for East Hill Cemetery. 30 May 2010.
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  1. My family’s great uncle Michael J. Holleran died suddenly at age 32 in Bristol of pneumonia on 16 November 1906. From San Francisco, California, he worked in Spruce Pine, NC, for the Clinchfield Railroad being built along the North Toe River from Erwin, Tennessee (not too far south of Bristol). Michael had been in the military from 1895 to 1900, and took the railroad job after he married and had a daughter (age 3 when he died). He had only been in Bristol one week, became very sick, and was acting delirious, probably from a fever. His money was stolen. The locals thought he was drunk, and had him thrown in jail. He was on the verge of death in his cell that night, so the doctor was called and had him immediately moved to a local family’s home on Water Street. He died the next day, and his funeral was held on 19 November 1906 at St. Ann’s Catholic Church on Spencer Street. His father Patrick Holleran sent the mayor $50 (~$1300 today) to cover the funeral and tombstone expenses, but his stone has not been found. Perhaps the stone was never bought by the mayor and the city… If anyone should be haunting East Hill Cemetery, it is Michael Holleran – who sadly died among strangers, very far from family, and whose grave site is all but forgotten.

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