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I carried two dowsing rods and verified they were graves, which will open another conversation probably.
I was first introduced to those in school history as a young kid; early elementary. I first saw them next door when I was growing up in Huntsville: a spelunker in fact. My grandmother thought it was "fake science," my granddad ... OTHER end of the spectrum.
When I shared the pictures, the family said that was the graves of the two babies.
I caught that. It made sense to me since the two markers were so close together.
 
This sort of loops into other discussions we've had here about spirituality and life. As I've said to a few, "I've seen it, first hand."

Just like this ... once you've seen it, you can't tell me it doesn't exist.
First job out of high school was working for a general contractor who had a contract with the water department to fix leaks or add service. He found the water line by dowsing but I'd bet if he hadn't had a helper digging for him he'd have bought a detector. Some times he'd find it on first try but usually it was after quite a few but however many holes i had to dig he'd always point out the dowsing rods worked.
 
No. My FIL knew the creek the home place was located on and which side of the creek. We found it about a mile and a half from where we parked off of the main highway, hwy 33, through Bankhead Forest.

The old home places almost always have a recognizable pile of rocks of a chimney, sometimes even a partially standing chimney.
An old songwriter from South Alabama, Rock Killough, has a good song about a found homeplace. It makes me a little teary. Charlie Loves Hazel.

Here's the track:



Here's Rock live at the Flora-Bama:

 
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