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New Hope Cemetery: Alma Chavis (1929-1933)

This series of blog posts entitled “New Hope Cemetery” highlights the individuals who are buried in the Franklin, North Carolina cemetery. After visiting the cemetery for the first time, I became interested in learning more about the people who are buried there. Since then, I’ve started scouring records to uncover more about their lives. To learn more about New Hope Cemetery, check out this page and this post.

Below in italics, you’ll find a short fictional piece that imagines a specific moment from that person’s life. After that, I present summary of my initial research findings. While I recognize that it may be impossible to completely piece their lives back together, I hope that these posts will humanize each individual, celebrate their legacy, and emphasize the importance of this cemetery.


She was just the tiniest thing, Miss Alma Chavis. You couldn’t tell by how she carried on though. She might’ve been the baby girl in a home full of boys, but she kept up with each of her brothers, even Charles, the oldest.

But on one particular Saturday afternoon, she pulled her self away from rough-housing with them and followed an enticing scent from the kitchen. Her mother had just pulled something out of the oven. Alma, peeked her head in the doorway, inching forward for a closer look. Cinnamon and sweet potato wafted through the air. A pie! She just had to get a taste.

“Whatcha doin’, baby?” — Betty peered behind her. She set the pie down with a soft thud. “You can’t have none of this til supper, now. Go on.” She shooed her away with a gloved hand.

But Alma just couldn’t resist. As soon as her mother’s back was turned, she made her move. Deftly, she made for a stool, climbed each rung with dexterity, and dipped a small finger right in the center of the piece. Just as immediately, she squealed– pies are much hotter than they first appear to be. Her mother whipped around with surprise as little Alma shoved the finger in her mouth, tears of joy trailing down her face.


At four years old, Alma Chavis is one of the youngest people buried in New Hope Cemetery. She was the daughter of Charlie Chavis and Betty Harshaw (both of whom are located in the center of the photo below).

A photo of Charles and Betty Chavis with some of their relatives. It’s likely that this photo was taken in the 1940s. [Original photo from the album of Josephine Greenwood Burgess.] 1

She lived in Franklin with her parents and her brothers, Charles, George, and Earnest. Their family lived in a home next to the Stewart, Gillespie, and Grant families, on land owned by Betty. Alma’s father, Charlie, worked many an odd job around town. Both of her parents could read and write.

A 1930 Census in Franklin, Macon County, North Carolina showing Alma Chavis and her family.
A 1930 Census entry for Franklin, Macon County, North Carolina showing Alma Chavis and her family. Alma is highlighted in the green box. 2

During the Summer of 1933, Alma fell ill with “Lobar Pneumonia.” Although she was attended by a doctor, she sadly passed away a few days later. Her family held a small home funeral and buried her at New Hope on June 26, 1933.

The death certificate of Alma Chavis (1929-1933).
The death certificate of Alma Chavis (1929-1933). 3
  1. The Macon County Historical Society Inc. 1987. The Heritage of Macon County. North Carolina: Hunter Publishing Company. [Original photo from the album of Josephine Greenwood Burgess.]
  2. Ancestry.com. 1930 United States Federal Census [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2002.
    Original data: United States of America, Bureau of the Census. Fifteenth Census of the United States, 1930. Washington, D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration, 1930. T626, 2,667 rolls.
  3. Ancestry.com. North Carolina, U.S., Death Certificates, 1909-1976 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations Inc, 2007.

2 Comments

  • Charles and Bettie are my grandparents. They also had a daughter Ethel Mae and a son named George. My father Roy was the youngest child. Their home was not rented. Their land was owned in my Grandmother’s name. The house still remains old and dilapidated. Thank you so very much for your research. I enjoyed your story.

    • Gloria, thank you for your comment! I’m so glad that you enjoyed the story. Was your father Roy the young boy in the front row, on the far right of the photo on this page? Is their house still standing in Franklin?

      I’ve updated the post to indicate that their home was not rented– thanks for letting me know!

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