We remember who came before us and what they did and where they lived. We respect our past, and we preserve it. We recognize those who spend their time restoring our heritage. In Hickory, a man builds a village.
Carl Sandburg called himself the eternal hobo, and his writing career soared while he drifted. But in his final years, the people’s poet settled into a quiet,
North Carolina mountain paradise in Flat Rock and began producing his best work. The place, called Connemara, remains open today as a source of inspiration.