Interestingly, the place where I was camping in North Carolina was just a short way from the site that inspired a famous folk song. Shortly after the
Civil War, a man named Tom Dula (pronounced "Dooley") lived in nearby Wilkes County, North Carolina. Dula, a Confederate war veteran, had lively
relationships with several local ladies, including a young woman named Laura Foster. The details are hazy, but Dula apparently spun a lot of romantic
webs because he also had a relationship at the same time with a married woman named Ann Melton and with yet another Foster woman named Pauline.
This is the Kingston Trio singing about that nasty dude, Tom Dooley.
Early one morning in 1866, Dula woke up Laura Foster after a romantic interlude and told her to pack her things because he wanted to marry her
– an approach to romance that probably wouldn't get a big "thumbs up" from Oprah. Anyway, Laura disappeared soon
afterwards and Tom Dula fled to Tennessee. After a prolonged search, Laura's murdered body was found and Dula was tracked down in Tennessee
by a sheriff named Grayson. Dula was brought back to North Carolina, where he was tried for murder and was found guilty. He was hanged in
Statesville, North Carolina, and was buried in Wilkes County, as was Laura.
The story soon hit the newspapers, some as far away as New York City, and eventually a song was written about the whole affair. In 1930, a
fiddler named G. B. Grayson, a relative of Sheriff Grayson, recorded a version of the song which, in 1958, was sung and popularized by the Kingston
Trio. Their song set off an explosion of folk music that swept across the U.S. in the late 1950s and early 1960s, and it's always been one of
my favorites. Today, you can even visit Tom's grave in Wilkes County – if you're into that sort of thing.