A Cold Night in 1885

While I was searching through files for a poem for Sunday, not finding the poem I was after, an idea for today's blog came readily enough. It will be short but should be of some imterest to my posterity. It is the story of the manner in which one of my great grandfathers died. Family members can figure out their relationship to him.

On January 23,1885, Adrian Van Sinderen Lindsley was riding on horseback from downtown Nashville, where he had a law office, to his home Springside in an area then called Edgefield, about three miles away, across the Cumberland River. Before the days of weather forecasts, he likely had no idea of even the approximate temperature, and he froze to death. However, the horse knew the way home. When horse and rider arrived at the property in a rural setting, no one opened the gate for the horse. The next morning they were found frozen together, as if they were one being. AVSL was 70 years old.