Our neighborhood is an example of the best the Piedmont region has to offer in Georgia. At an elevation around 800 feet above sea level, our area is rich in water which runs in multiple creeks. Hardwood trees dot the slopes of the creeks; pines, yellow poplar and sweet gums grow in areas which once were fields and pastures. Roads follow paths laid down by humans and herds years before the subdivisions were even imagined.

Native American families certainly made campsites in this area as early as 12,000 years ago. These earliest inhabitants seem to have been nomadic in habit, traveling in groups which followed the migration patterns of game animals. (we have neighbors who behave in a similar manner now, except they tend to follow Falcons and Hawks!) Any site with access to running water might have been a home and farm to some prehistoric family. Every woodland in our neighborhood would have been hunting grounds. Local museums have examples of Native American artifacts from our earliest inhabitants, who were growing corn and hunting with handmade tools here before Columbus arrived.

Our neighborhood landmark, Stone Mountain, received its first mention in print about 1600. A Spanish explorer told the tales he heard about a mountain in Georgia, "very high, shining when the sun set like a fire". Within the next hundred years the area around the mountain was cris-crossed with trading paths which connected native settlements with the Atlantic coast and the Chattahoochee River. Many of those trails are now local highways with evocative names such as Rockbridge, which refers to an easy natural crossing site on the Yellow River. The only undisturbed path from the years of Native American inhabitation here is the footpath which goes up the west slope of Stone Mountain. Humans have taken that route for centuries and do so daily even today.

The Cherokee nation occupied the northern part of Georgia by the 17th century. Our area was part of a vast woodland reserved for hunting by both Cherokees and their southern neighbors, the Creek tribes. The land would not stay quiet for long however. European settlers had begun filtering up from the settled areas of the coast. Though treaties and federal policy protected the Cherokee and Creek claims to their land, various strategies were employed by the state of Georgia to open large tracts of land to white settlement. Our area lay in a parcel which was ceded to the State of Georgia by the Creeks in 1821.

In December of 1822, Dekalb County was incorporated from that land. The county was named for a heroic Prussian general who gave his life to America during the Revolution. The county seat of the newly settled area was named after the naval hero Stephen Decatur. It was placed at the intersection of two great Native American trading paths. The county itself was settled by a novel method designed to discourage land speculation. The new county was surveyed and divided into 202-acre lots. They were given out in a lottery for deserving veterans and other eligible citizens of Georgia. The early settlers of Dekalb tended to be farmers, mainly Scots, Irish and English families. They grew corn, cleared their own land, built sawmills and grist mills and rarely owned slaves. Their names are still found on local maps, clinging to roads which wind through former fields: Rosser, McCurdy. These yeoman families gave Dekalb its first justices of the peace, doctors and ministers, as well as its soldiers in the Civil War. Armies of the North and South swept through this area in the summer of 1864 during the days of the Battle of Atlanta, fighting over the railroad lines going to the city.

After the war, the area was farmed again though the primary crop tended to be cotton. Extensive terracing on slopes in our neighborhood show where farmers a hundred years ago struggled to grow cotton on our hilly terrain. The town of Tucker began to grow where farm roads crossed the new Seaboard line. The village of Stone Mountain clustered around the extensive quarrying operations there. There are few traces in our neighborhood of these late 19th century developments, though anecdote suggests that a blacksmith's shop once stood on Silver Hill Road, near a one room schoolhouse. The oldest home in the neighborhood, barely visible from Silver Hill, is a cottage built for the school marm. Silver Hill, one of the oldest roads in our neighborhood, makes its first appearance on a 1915 map of Dekalb County. It was a dirt road then and remained so until the late 1960's.

Cotton farming became even more of an uphill struggle with the onset of the voracious cotton boll weevil, an insect which demolished the crops. During the Depression, farmers left their fields for opportunities elsewhere. Several of the farms which were in our area were purchased in the late 1930's by an Atlanta attorney named Hugh Howell. The tract of land he assembled near Stone Mountain seems to have been intended for hunting and entertaining purposes. He built a country house with access to the road that would become the Stone Mountain Expressway. The road that bears his name was a later addition, a dirt track which connected Lawrenceville Highway and the village by the mountain.

Howell decided to sell his acreage for development in the late 1950's. He insisted that land be set aside for a new school, which is now Smoke Rise Elementary. An early subdivision attracted pioneer families for whom a call to Atlanta rang up a long distance charge. A single postman in a pickup truck delivered mail and the only building between our neighborhood and Tucker was the DuPont plant (which has since been replaced by the Publix shopping center). Hunting hounds whooped through the fields in autumn and a search party was once organized to find a child lost in the deep woods off Rosser Road.

The Smoke Rise name was coined by developer Bill Probst, who is responsible for many of the first homes built in the next phase of development, Smokerise, during the 1960's. Neighborhoods began to form up and down Hugh Howell as land changed hands. The McCurdy family's farm and hunting fields became the Forest, for example; the family name remained on the road which led through the property.

Our area has welcomed families now for centuries. They have called it by many names, some now forgotten, but we call it by the best name of all, for we call it "home".

Contributed by Beth Woodward
February 11, 1999