Robert E. Chambers Interpretive Center
The State of Georgia, Cherokees, and The State of Oklahoma as well as other supporters donated to build a newly-designed museum called the "Robert E. Chambers Interpretive Center" in 1999, next to Vann House. It was opened on July 27, 2002, to honor the Cherokee people and their history. The new center also highlights the lives of Chiefs James and Joseph Vann while featuring the history of the Cherokee Nation over the past 200 years, including the infamous Trail of Tears. Robert E. Chambers was named for his supporting the Cherokee, as he was Chatsworth native businessman.
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