This story has nothing to do with our family (to my knowledge). It does,
however, have everything to do with "being forgotten".
[See the later added paragraph below...it appears there is a Feaster
family connection.]
In my wanderings searching for cemeteries/burial sites, I came upon a
family site at Flemington, to the northeast of the store (on the east side
of 329).  For those familiar, there's an old house there, between the
318 crossroad and the turnoff going by the Baptist Church.  (The Otis
Yawn family lived in that tiny house for some years. (How is beyond me!!))
Anyhow, in the thick woods behind that little house is an overgrown
family burial area for the Denman family. I documented what I could
and presented it on my web site at:
    Denman Burial Area
From this page, one can link to views of the four headstones I was able
to identify.
That was in 2005. Some time later while wandering through the1880
census data for the area, I came upon the record for the Denman
household. This record confirmed most of the headstone data, but not
all. For example, I still don't know the identity of "Willie D. Brown  Aged
20 Years". The census page can be viewed from the above burial
site page.
If anyone knows more about the Denman family, I'd sure like to hear it.

Well, sure enough, more information. After cousin Anita (Dixon) Beck saw
this, she related Sallie (Crankfield) Denman to Anne (Crankfield) Feaster,
the first wife of Jacob Muscoe Feaster. Although not a "for sure", dates
line up pretty well. We know that Anne and Jacob were married in 1856. He
was born in 1833. We may presume she was married in her late teens or
maybe around age 20, putting her birth date circa the mid to late 1830's.
From Sallie's headstone and the 1880 census, we know she lived from 1844
to 1937. This indicates Sallie and Anne were less than 10 years apart
in age. The presumption is that they were sisters.

I've found a number of "forgotten" burial areas over the years and
have talked to hunters who stumble on many while hunting.  Call me
an old softy; it just really bugs me that people can be lost forever.