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Friday, May 6, 2016

We, the hubby and I like to just get in the car and drive. Sometimes we have a destination and sometimes we just take the next road. We call it "Going Exploring".

Our Middle East Georgia Ramble:

This day, we headed out toward Statesboro on Hwy 80

past this beautiful field of peanut hay.So pretty with the red cedar vine blooming in the front.

Took another road off toward the tiny town of Stilson.

We took the Daisy-Nevils Highway to Daisy, Georgia. Just a block off of Hwy 280, at the caution light, lies the small town of Daisy. The town was first called Conley, in honor of the Methodist preacher but later changed to Daisy, to honor Daisy Edwards, whose father, T.J. Edwards had donated land for the railroad.It was founded in 1890.
According to "Touring the Backroads of North and South Georgia" by Victoria and Frank Logue, a former slave named Abe Doody Daniel lived in Daisy in the late 1800's and he was famous for his leather crafting skills. People for miles around brought him their skins to tan and have him make shoes, harnesses and other needful items from them.

(internet photo)

We followed a little dirt road and wound back up on 280 and drove into Claxton, Ga.  "The Fruitcake Capital of the World". 
I came across this on Wikipedia: On December 10, 1984, a meteorite fell in Claxton and hit a mailbox.[16] The mailbox sold for $83,000 because it is said that it is the only meteorite to have struck a mailbox.[17] The meteorite is also classified as an L6 meteorite.
Claxton is said to have been named for an American screen actress named Kate Claxton.

From there we went west to Bellville. There is a historical marker there at the little train depot. 

"Probate Judge Darin McCoy, a lifelong resident of Bellville, said the reason Bellville had been so prosperous was because of conservative leadership such as Bellville’s first two mayors, the late Hines Daniel and the late Jerry Coleman. McCoy recalled that Bellville has been visited by Dolly Parton, Jerry Clower and Jerry Lee Lewis. He also recalls that Tom T. Hall wrote his song “God came through Bellville, Georgia” on the steps of the train depot.http://claxtonenterprise.com/bellville/

You can find Tom T. Hall's song on Youtube.

We continued along 292 into Manassas, then into Collins.Small town of about 600.I had a camer malfunction so did not get good photos of these areas. 
Taking 147 into Reidsville, I learned that members of a crime syndicate in the 1800's, known as The Murrellites were causing all kinds of trouble in town, some were caught and tried at the courthouse for stealing horses.More on the Murrellites here. :

we crossed the Altahama and passed a sign saying "English Eddy" Community. There are photos here but not much information for this interesting sounding plasce name.

So on into Baxley. Home of 
  • The Lacs, a country/rap music group, is from Baxley.
  • Caroline Miller, Georgia's first Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist; she received the award for Lamb in His Bosom in 1934
  • and 
  • Janisse Ray, author of Ecology of a Cracker Childhood (1999) published by Milkweed Press, which is a memoir about growing up in Baxley. In the book she describes in vivid detail the ecosystem of the vanishing longleaf pine that once covered the area.
From there, we headed on home to Chatham County, as the weather was turning and we were tired. 
If you decide to take this trip, take my advice and bring extra camera batteries . Happy Trails!

Miscellaneous photos.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Isaac Solomon Hunt
My Great- Grandfather

Isaac was born November 10, 1872 in Nashville, Nash County, North Carolina.
He was born to J.T. Hunt and  Dorothy Unknown
J.T. may stand for John Thomas but we don't know for sure, Dorothy may have been called "Dottie".
Isaac married Julia Irene Miller(nee) Slaughter ,June 2, 1900 in Greenville, Madison Co., Fla by Reverand Fountain  Cone. They had five children together. He died on July 11, 1930, in Brunswick, Glynn Co.,Georgia, at the age of 57.
He is buried in Palmetto Cemetery in the Hunt plot.
 Julia  was the widow of Jonathan Benjamin Slaughter.  She had 7 children with Mr. Slaughter.
1900 Census:
Isaac Solomon Hunt lived in Hamburg, Florida, in 1900.
Age: 27;  Married;  Head of House: Head        
Children with Julia:
Bessie Hunt,b. March 22, 1901, Boston, Ga
Ethel Hunt  (twins),b. March 22, 1901, Boston, Ga
Albert Solomon Hunt,b. Aug 27, 1902, Pine Park, Grady Co.,Ga
Joseph Arthur Hunt, b. March 7, 1904, Pine Park, Ga, died young, buried in Ochlocknee, Ga  Mary Martha Hunt (twins),b.March 7, 1904,Pine Park, Grady Co.,Ga
(2 sets of twins and my grandfather, Albert, in between.)
Carpenter, lumberman, lumber yard supervisor, sawyer.
Worked on construction of the Cloister, Sea Island, Ga
Member of Woodman of the World fraternity and a Mason
In 1902, he worked for the Fambroupe and Clark Lumber Co.
1904, he lived in Pine Park, Ga and worked for he Aeostine Lumber Co.
Living in Sanford , Fla, he worked as a carpenter. It was while living here, he raised a collard plant so tall, it was featured in a Ripley's Believe It Or Not cartoon.
After this, he moved to Brunswick, where he worked as a carpenter and built houses and worked at the Cloister.
At the age of 57, Isaac suffered a heart attack while shaving, before he went to his doctor's appointment. He fell and hit his head on the gas heater, inadvertently turning on the gas. He died of asphyxiation.
The Hunt's were sawmill people, working with wood. They say he could walk thru a section of forest and tell you how many board feet you could get out of it.
He lived at 309 Wolf Street, Brunswick, Ga at the time of his death.
Notes from Albert Hunt's memories:
Dad was a sawyer and a cooper and run a farm. He told me about making barrels. About 1901, he moved to Boston, Ga to run a sawmill. In 1902, he was living in Pine Park, Grady County, Ga running another saw mill and farming. 1904 he moved to Sanford Fla and in 1924, he moved to Brunswick.
If he was anything like my granddaddy, He was a mild mannered , even tempered man, who minded his own business and wasn't given to drink.
He had 4 brothers:
Samuel T. Hunt
Luther Hunt
Thomas Hunt
Joseph Eugene Hunt
Newspaper clipping of his death:

He met and married Julia and took her children to raise. I never knew any of them to be jealous or mean to each other.
Julia's children with her first husband:
Laura Ella Slaughter
Hardy Benjamin Slaughter
Julia Irene Slaughter
William Henry "Bill"
James Corbett Slaughter
Joseph Slaughter
Trudie Slaughter These last two were twins.May have been Judy and Trudie. They died in infancy.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The Way It Was by Charles Hunt, Sr. Part 2

The Way It Was by Charles Hunt, Sr. Part 2
The Storm of 1940.
I was 10 years old. This storm was a BIG one. Back then, we didn’t have all that fancy weather tracking equipment. If the news said it was a big storm,  that was because it had already torn up somewhere else first. Well, a big storm was coming, but we had no idea how bad it was going to be.
Pop had bought a new car! It was a 1940 Chevrolet 4 door sedan. We had been to Wilmington, N.C. to see some of Pop’s old friends and we were coming home. While we were there, that storm had hit the coast at Savannah,  turned up north and headed for Charleston, S.C. , flooding the whole Low Country. We set out that morning and it was reported that roads were flooded all along the coast. My Pop said he had to get home that night so he could go to work on Monday.
The Charleston police stopped us right on top of the Cooper River Bridge and all night long that bridge rocked and swung back and forth. Mom got in the back seat with me and cried. She thought it might help me sleep if she was holding me. Sleep!! We were holding Prayer Meeting while that old bridge rocked. The rain came down in buckets but it drained off the bridge. As soon as daylight came they let us drive on. Then we found out why they stopped us. There was a big hole about 30 feet across at the bottom. It must have been 4 or 5 feet deep. You couldn’t drive around it. There wasn’t room to turn around either. Some colored men came up from under the bridge somewhere and charged Pop $20 to push that car back to the other side of the bridge. Pop paid, turned the motor off and rolled up the windows.. We got out on the other side. Pop didn't know which way to go, but we wound up at the bus station.
 Pop talked to the bus driver, who was headed out to Savannah, and asked if he thought we could make it. He said the roads were underwater, more than 1 foot in some places.  Mom and I got on the bus and the driver told me to sit on the back seat and watch and let him know if pop stalled out. He followed us all the way. The highway went right thru Port Wentworth, so the bus driver took us right to the end of our street and let us off.
We walked all around our house and the oak tree in back had blown down on the garage. It was a wooden garage and it was all caved in. My dog Beau was alright and happy to see me. He ran out from under that squashed garage with his tail wagging 90 to nothing. Pop declared it in good shape so we went in. A few shingles had blown off but all in all, it was ok. We were so glad to get home! Mr. Palmer came over and helped Pop and me cut up that tree for firewood and I stacked it. Mr. Palmer drove off with a truck load .Pop later built the new garage out of cement blocks and it is still standing. ( It's still there today, solid as a rock.)
The only photo I could find of this hurricane , via Google:
"A storm in 1940 was by far the worst of the three that hit our area in the twentieth century, a little less strong than "Hugo" that hit Charleston in 1989. The storm of 1940 produced at least 105 mph winds in Wright Square in downtown Savannah and produced considerable tree and structural damage thought out the area. Prior to that time, no other hurricane had hit the Savannah area or even the Georgia coast since 1898."