Some say she was innocent; others say her husband Charlie needed killing. But the jury found her guilty and she was hanged from an oak tree (or a scaffold -- opinions vary here too) that stood on the hill where the beautiful present day courthouse stands.
Sharyn McCrumb tells her moving version of the story in the carefully researched novel The Ballad of Frankie Silver.
The courthhouse was built after the hanging so I didn't go looking for ghosts.
But I did see a wonderful looking house that I may have more to say about later -- can't you just see a distraught young woman in a nightdress, running for the gate in the middle of the night? Long hair flowing, of course, and possibly holding a candlabra with burning candles...
As always, when I photograph fancy buildings, I think of Merisi.