Postcards From the Po’ Farm
First off, I need to refresh memories about where the name of the blog originated. My grandfather, who in the late 1930s bought the farm where we now life, called this 50-acre place the Po’ Farm, in reference to the “poor farms” that were prevalent in those Depression days. Fayette County’s poor farm, where people way down on their luck went to live, was out on McDonough Road.
My grandparents and my dad didn’t have to go to the poor farm, but my grandfather’s family did lose between 800 and 1,000 acres due to the boll weevil, the Depression and the financial ruin they brought. Pop’s nickname for this place shows that his sense of humor survived the hard times.
Date Night at The Country Kitchen – Like in the Old Days
Like a lot of folks on the south side of the Atlanta metro area, my family and I were delighted to see that The Country Kitchen restaurant near Barnesville has gotten a new lease on life. For years, we spent many a Saturday night in the winter eating...
Saying Goodbye to an Old Barn That Stored Many Memories
A big part of Woolsey history quietly succumbed to the elements a few Sundays ago. The giant, old barn just east of downtown Woolsey had been barely standing for years, but it finally gave way and is flat on the ground now. It was a massive structure...
A Couple of the Hardworking Folks of Inman
Looking through some old photos the other night I ran across one of a squash patch my brother Rob and I had in a field just off Highway 92 on Hill’s Bridge Road. It’s where Chris Gibson and his family now live but the property belonged to Margaret and Virginia...
The One That Got Away
Any time I go to Cumming for the Cumming Steam, Antique Tractor and Gas Exposition or the Georgia Mountain Tractor and Engine Club show I look over all the Farmall Super Cs on display. I’m hoping to see something that would identify one of them as the first...
The Unforgettable Experience of Your First Snow
With the possibility of snow in the forecast, the kid in me is hoping we’ll see some this weekend, even though the old guy I’ve become doesn’t deal with the cold like I once did. Still, I love watching the snow fall, and I marvel at the quiet beauty of a...