This has always been an interesting house, one of my favorites in Lumpkin. Hiding inside the shingle-sided Queen Anne remodel of circa 1885 is what I believe is a transitional Federal cottage. Jerald Baxter writes: I grew up just outside Lumpkin, in the ’60’s and ’70’s, and then moved back there from 1984-1986. This was called the Barr House; I do not know if that was the name of the original owners…It was on the corner just down from the elementary school, and back then, it had the scary Southern Gothic vibe (the first time I read Faulkner’s “A Rose for Emily,” I imagined this house as the setting). James P. Babb adds: It was Miss Julia Barr’s house. Dr. Barr, was the druggist in town.
Alex Streyer notes: I happened across your photo of the Barr House, in Lumpkin. Julia S. Barr was my great Aunt on my father’s side. She lived in the home with her husband (not father) Hampton Barr, pharmacist in Lumpkin. The home was originally the home of my great grand parents, Alex H. Simpson and Louisa Singer Simpson, Julia Simspon Barr (daughter) and my grandmother Lucy Simpson Streyer (daughter). The home was sold by my father, William E. Streyer, Jr. after Julia’s death in the 1970s.
Uptown Lumpkin Residential Historic District, National Register of Historic Places
I spent many a night in the front bedroom of Aunt Jule Barr, while traveling to Lumpkin with my grandma Carrie Raleigh Irvin who grew up just a few houses down. We called all old cousins aunt in those days. Could tell you some great stories of those visits!
Would love to hear your stories! But were you allowed to go upstairs??? LOL. Aunt Jule was my great aunt.
absolutely not!!!
I happened across your photo of the Barr House, in Lumpkin GA. Julia S. Barr was my great Aunt on my father’s side. She lived in the home with her husband (not father) Hampton Barr, pharmacist in Lumpkin. The home waa originally the home of my great grand parents, Alex H. Simpson and Louisa Singer Simpson, Julia Simspon Barr (daughter) and my grandmother Lucy Simpson Streyer (daughter). The home was sold by my father, William E. Streyer, Jr. after Julia’s death in the 1970s.