A whisper echoing through a gentle breeze, willow trees that witnessed life and death and an old white oak that stands in silent repose while holding in her wisdom acquired over a century of being rooted near the banks. These are some of the sights and sounds of Sizemore Creek which reverberate as if in another dimension as creek goers and traffic pass on the bridge above unaware of her past. Yet just off the roadway this ancient creek seeks to pass on its secrets on to a new generation.
Sizemore Creek is most likely named for the forgotten community which was founded along its banks when the...