The Coree Indians originally lived along the creek running near the cemetery (Stoney Creek). During the War Between the States, the Confederate and Union troops used the area around the cemetery as a bivouac area. The Rachel Thompson family chose the current site for the cemetery in 1871.

When the infant Daisy May Gwaltney died in 1891 (she was a daughter of Albert Johnson Stonewall Jackson Stephen Lee Gwaltney) Bright Thompson gave them space in the Thompson family cemetery for her burial and offered the Gwaltney's a section of the Thompson cemetery for their continued use. This is the portion of the cemetery that continues to survive today. There are five generations of Gwaltneys and three generations of Thompsons buried in this cemetery. Three of those interned were Confederate Army veterans.

For many years, the cemetery was land locked. Upkeep was difficult. By 1994, much of the cemetery was densely overgrown with trees and bushes. Mary Epps Spiron, a grand daughter of Bertie Gwaltney, spearheaded the reclamation project, performing most of the physical labor of hand-digging and moving of 9 graves from outside the cemetery to inside its current boundaries. Mary was was then 68 years old, and assisted by her daughter, Melinda. They straightened, cleaned and repaired the gravestones. Eventually, a brick wall was constructed around the cemetery to protect against erosion and shield the cemetery from view of patients of the Goldsboro Skin Center.

Developers graded the entire area, moving the high ground toward the creek (removing about 2 feet of top soil). They also removed the trees and original chain link fence surrounding the cemetery. The cemetery remains at the original height of the ground.

She is buried in Thompson/Gwaltney Cemetery , Wayne County, NC in Goldsboro, NC

Location: Thompson/Gwaltney Cemetery (elev 106 ft) : 35 24' 14.11" N 77 57' 15.10" W (about 1.5 miles from Bertie's House) (or 35.403944 N 77.954194 W)

http://www.ncgenweb-cem.com/waynecems/cems/jrthompsoncempics.htm
http://wayne.lostsoulsgenealogy.com/cems/thompsongwaltneycempics.htm

The house that Bertie lived was still standing as of March 15, 2010. However, finding the house is difficult since the
dirt road that led to her house is now blocked off. However, it still can be accessed by foot and can be seen fromthe air.

The house was sold several years ago, but has now been abandoned. The house is located about 20-30 yards West from the railroad tracks. Access to the house is via is a dirt road, about 1/4 mile long that parallels the railroad track, running south, that goes to the main road. The main road was once called "Route 2", but is now called "Fedelong Trail".

At the intersection of Fedelong Trail and the dirt road is where Albert Johnson Jefferson Davis Stonewall Jackson Stephen Lee Gwaltney (e.g. AJ Gwaltney) built his houses. The first house burned down. The 2nd house was passed to his daughter Libby,who married Paul Sadler.

The property for Bertie's house once belonged to AJ Gwaltney. He gave the property to Bertie when she married
Fonzy Elroy Epps. Fronzy built Bertie's house.
Bertie Gwaltney Epps was also a wonderful story teller. Bertie also had many poems memorized. One of the Bertie's favorite poems:

There was a wealthy farmer who did in Oxford dwell
Had horses, cows, sheep and plough and plenty of good grain.
'Twas the boot without dispute, he had a thrifty dame.
One morning as usual when he and his man John
came into look for breakfast, but not a bit was done.

Now, that caused this good man to fly all in a rage
and say, madam lazy bones, why no breakfast made?
I've had my cows to milk , since you the work's been gone.
But not one word that she could say would of the least prevail.
He called her an otto wife and her he did berail.

Now this good woman said unto this good man,
If you'll do the woman's work, then I'll go plow with John.
They agreed and the bargain was soon made,
but little did the poor fool think, ground corn about his head,
His pigs they needed feeding. As we've often seen,
they broke into the dairy, and served themselves with cream.
His cheese and butter suffered much before he got them out.
The pigs upset the churn pot and sloshed the cream about.

It would've made a blind man laugh for to see the fun!
The old sow turned around and bit him on the thumb.
His beds were not made, his children's clothes to dry.
The rocker caught on fire and his work went all awry.

So, to the field he ran and called his wife from plowing and
honest John was kissing her beneath the mulborough bough.
So, come all you wealthy farmers, and take advice from me
and see you shun the woman's work and happier you will be.
The farmer's tried the woman's work but he liked his own work best,
so don't you ever grumble if your wife sits down to rest.

Source: Mary Epps Spiron grandaughter of Albert Gwaltney. Family records. Personal knowledge.