Who knows where this road leads? Not fair to scroll down to the bottom of the post before you finish reading and viewing in order. The blog author knows all...sees all!
OK here is another picture that may make it easier
But seriously? I am just giving this away!
Did you get it ? Does this help more? Or should I just come out and tell you?
Sally what do you think?
The old well ring any bells??? LOL I am a poet and oh how I know it!
So, for those who may not have guessed it. Or the next generation of readers that never were there...the answer is Cherry Valley Farm, Covington, GA. The working farm, 150 acres total, of Bet and Mac. Or if I were to use their 'given' names. Elizabeth Ann and George Porter. (Last names intentionally omitted by the author.)My maternal grandparents.
I use the term working farm loosely. They had cows and a bull...Mike the Bull. Remember feeding 'Baby' the calf a bottle? I do. And then there were those walks up to the RR tracks and putting a penny on the track? We would dash back down the hill and watch the train go by. After the train passed we would run up the hill and be oh so excited when we found them smooshed flat in the gravel by the tracks.When our visits were the same as his we would go riding in the jeep with Uncle Caulk, my Mom's brother. We all belted out 'The Old Gray Mare'!
After Mac died, Gramma had the farm turned into a tree farm. The first three pictures are from the tree farm days. Tall pines growing densely on property that was once so open you could see forever. The state would harvest what they needed and then plant more to replenish the crop. Very good business for Bet her daughter, my Mom worked out. They leased the land to hunters during hunting season and Bet kept an orange vest to wear if you wondered very far from the house.
When I went to school in Atlanta, Bet would come get me some Fridays so I could spend the weekend with her. Covington was about 45 minutes away from Atlanta back then. I have no idea how long it takes to get there now. Remember Alcovey Road? That was the road you turned onto before turning onto their property. Anyway, when Bet would rescue me from school we would stop in Atlanta and she would pick out cookies and other deli delights for the weekend. I'm afraid Bet knew as much about cooking as my Mom. Umm, probably less...Gramma, my mom, could broil a steak and make fricasse chicken and potato salad that was out of this world!
The picture of Sally and Bet is back when it was a farm with cows, and horses (two). Thunder and Lightning were their names. Well, maybe not original but cool sounding to kids!
There was a watering pond for the cows and horses. On some Sundays one of the local Churches would use the pond for baptisms. All together now, ewwwwww!
Mac's brother Donald, and his wife Aunt Gertruda, lived not far away in Milledgeville, GA. Uncle Donald was retired then, but he had been President of Emory University in Milledgeville. They referred to it in Atlanta as Little Emory! Each summer visit to Bet and Mac included a Milledgville visit at least once and sometimes more. They had a friend, an elderly lady we would visit at the same time. Her name was Miss Thankful. How Southern can you get? I do believe she was blind, but I may be remembering some other friend of thiers. Siblings in the know feel free to correct me in the comment department.
I guess I should have told my dear readers from the beginning that Mac and Bet retired to Covington, GA. They lived in Grosse Pointe, Michigan up until their retirement. Bet's sisters and brothers were still in Grosse Pointe.
So here's to the first to click in with the right answer. Your prize is a functioning brain. Not all of us are so lucky!
From Bet's lips to your ears...
Loves, Loves, Loves
or as many in New Orleans would say
My hand to Gawd!