Sydenstricker Methodist Cemetery
GPS Coordinates: 38.7557776, -77.2388828
Closest Address: 8507 Hooes Road, Springfield, VA 22153

Here follows an excerpt from the Fairfax Genealogical Society website:
SYDENSTRICKER UNITED METHODIST CHURCH CEMETERY
Across the road from the new church at 8508 Hooes Road
Springfield, Virginia USA
Original Information from Volume 2 of the Gravestone Books
This church cemetery is located to the side and behind the old church building which was built in 1910 and is still in use. The new church building is across the road at 8508 Hooes Road (Route 636), in the Sydenstricker Chapel area of Springfield. The cemetery may be entered from the parking lot adjacent to Pohick Community Center. The cemetery is in good condition and well-maintained by the congregation which also maintains Lee Chapel Cemetery in Burke. There are some unmarked graves and several homemade markers. Surveys were conducted in 1973, 1988, and in September 1994. The gravestone readings begin behind the church in the far northeastern corner of the cemetery.
No Updates from Volume 6 of the Gravestone Books
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Here follows an excerpt from Donald Hakenson's "This Forgotten Land" tour guide:
Confederates Buried at Sydenstricker Church:
Private Barnwell "Barney" Deavers
Born August 15, 1843. Son of Orlando and Eliza (Nagel) Deavers. Enlisted Company H, Seventeenth Virginia Infantry on September 13, 1861 at Fairfax Court house. Enlisted in the Seventh Virginia Cavalry date and place unknown. Paroled April 9, 1865 at Appomattox. Lived near the Ravensworth estate and worked for Mrs. Fitzhugh. Member of the Robert E. Lee Camp. His widow said he served under Captain John Burke and Colonel Thrift.
Sergeant George Lewis Young
Enlisted in the Alexandria Artillery on April 17, 1861. Transferred to Company C, Second Maryland Cavalry on September 12, 1863. Paroled at Winchester April 27, 1865. Dark complexion, dark hair, brown eyes and five foot, six inches tall.
STRINGFELLOW, THE SPY, AND MR. ORLANDO DEAVERS.
Sometime during the mid month of February 1864, Frank Stringfellow, the Confederate spy and noted scout went to visit Orlando Deavers, who was the father of Ira and Barney Deavers, who were serving in the Seventeenth Virginia Infantry. Also, Captain Stringfellow knew that Mr. Deavers would frequently deliver wood into Alexandria, and the scout needed a pass for access into the city. He knew he would be able to obtain safe passageway if Mr. Deavers would allow him to take a load of wood himself into Alexandria using Mr. Deavers' pass.
It was late afternoon when Stringfellow arrived at the Deavers home. Unfortunately, there was a Federal picket posted not far from the house, so he had to wait for night before going any closer. Stringfellow had to lay in the woods in a cold driving rain, until darkness came, When he knocked on the door, Stringfellow said, "I'm on a secret mission for General Stuart. I'd like your help in getting into Alexandria." It was Mrs. Deavers who cracked open the door and she hesitated before she let him in, because Mr. Deavers was poised with an ax, ready to strike just in case his story was a hoax. However, Stringfellow was able to convince them that he was telling the truth by identifying the Company Commander for the famous Black Horse Troop.
The next day Stringfellow hitched up and helped Mr. Deavers load the wagon for his excursion into Alexandria. Stringfellow also possessed Mr. Deavers' pass, which enabled him to easily make his way through the pickets, posted before Alexandria. Stringfellow the spy, had been successful again in entering Alexandria and was able to establish a spy network for sending information in and out of the City of Alexandria. Stringfellow was able to accomplish his mission by the assistance provided by Mr. Deavers and his wife.
STRINGFELLOW'S NARROW ESCAPE.
While Stringfellow was in Alexandria, and after he had already set up his spy network, he was walking down the street in the city when he bumped squarely into a Federal officer at a corner. The two men backed off and started to make apologies. Then when they stopped and stared at each other, Stringfellow recognized the officer at once. It was obvious that the Union officer had recognized him too. The man was one of Pope's officers whom Stringfellow had captured in the raid on Catlett's Station a few months before.
"Stringfellow, by God!" The officer yelled. The scout turned and immediately fled down the street. Behind him he heard the officer shouting, and soon a number of Union soldiers had joined in the pursuit. Stringfellow ran and dodged around corners at the double quick, but he couldn't shake the Union soldiers. At the precise moment that he felt he could run no further, he saw the open door of a house just ahead of him and dashed up the steps and closed and locked the door behind him. Outside he could hear the shouts of the soldiers as they pounded up the street after him. Looking around quickly, Stringfellow could find no place to hide. He ran up the stairs to the second floor. In one of the rooms there he saw an old lady working on a tablecloth. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but he did not have time to explain things or introduce himself. There was no need. The old lady knew him and what's more, she understood the situation.
"Get under here. Frank," she said, lifting her hoopskirt. He did so, and none too soon. The old lady rearranged her skirt and smoothed out the folds of the tablecloth. Quietly, she went on with her work. From his unusual hiding place, Stringfellow heard the soldiers searching the lower floor. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the officer's voice said: "A rebel spy ran in here a few moments ago. I order you to tell me where he is."
Calmly, the old lady said: "I heard someone run through the house a moment ago. Must have gone out the back way. Did you search the alley?" The federals searched the upper floors of the house thoroughly. Finally the puzzled officer came back in the room and apologized.
"That's quite all right, young man," the old lady said sweetly. "I understand perfectly. You were only doing your duty." When he had left, Stringfellow came out from his hiding place. He thanked his rescuer, who was, he discovered, an old friend of his mother's, and he noticed with amazement that her hands were completely steady. His own were still shaking. He knew at that moment he had his doubts as to which was the stronger sex.