Some Things Never Change

Some Things Never Change

Driving to home (Fort Valley/Potterville), from home (Dunwoody), along Highway 341, the sights rarely change. In fact, most of them never change.

I’ve been driving or riding this road for most of my life. It’s the “back way” for times you don’t want to drive on the boring interstate.

Coming from Atlanta, the sights get fewer and farther between the more South you go. It starts out an oasis of used car lots, bail bondsmen joints and fast food restaurants. The farther you go, the distance between stop lights gets longer. Establishments get spaced out and eventually you’re on a 2 lane road.

It’s a calming drive. Busy gives way to manageable which gives way to miles of untouched land. You can feel the stress leave your body with each mile traveled.

Most of the scenery is always the same.

First, there’s the house near Milner, GA that’s never been finished. I don’t know the history of this house and haven’t been able to find anything about it. (WHY ISN’T THERE A WEBSITE THAT HAS THE HISTORY OF THIS HOUSE? OUTRAGE!)

All I know is that I remember passing it when they were building it — a monstrosity out in the Middle of Nowhere. There used to be a Rolls Royce that sat outside, covered meticulously with a car cover.

The years haven’t been kind to this abandoned house. Though the scaffolding is still intact at the entrance, there are no windows or doors. Mold and mildew have taken hold and made it an ashen shade of brownish gray that is reminiscent of death.

Somehow the grass stays cut down around it, yet nothing happens to the house… nada… the house stands just like this.

And it has for (I believe) more than a dozen years.

I sense a short story…

Further down the road stand two fireplaces. They obviously were from two separate homes because there is a great deal of space between them. Two families likely lived here, raised children, and farmed to feed themselves. Yet, all that’s left of the homes are these two fireplaces, the center points of nightly conversation and the providers of warmth.

Out in the Middle of Another Nowhere stands this sign for Jimmie Fields Beauty Shop. If this doesn’t make you want to go see Jimmie Fields for a perm and a Coca-Cola, I don’t know what would.

This sign has long been a fixture of Highway 96 scenery. May it never be taken down.

Keep rolling into Middle of More Nowhere.

Peach Orchards.

Once you hit Crawford County, peach trees abound. In early spring, thousands of acres of tiny pink blossoms carpet the horizon. This past weekend, after a brief downpour, the orchards were almost fluorescent green with the added nutrients and water and in contrast to the bright blue sky that emerged from the cloudy sky.

These are sights that, if we’re lucky, Henry’s children will be able to enjoy. We love driving the road from home to home, commenting on the familiar sights that will never change.

And we also love to comment on the ridiculous — like a roundabout in the Middle of Yet Another Nowhere.


 



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  1. Now I feel all warm and fuzzy! I think it’s about time I took the back roads home. It’s been a long time.

  2. Man, I want to know the stories with the house and the fireplaces and everything. :)
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    • I’m going to get to the bottom of the house story :) And according to someone on FB, the two chimneys used to be at tenant houses that were out there. ::shrugs::

  3. Great post! I love all that history, and I would *love* to know the story of that house as well.
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