There’s no place better than an old South Georgia dirt road to unwind from the worries of the world.
Young Road, Turner County
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Love it! 🌞 ❤
I always the dirt roads in GA with teh red dirt. The best ones to me were the ones that crossed over a creek.
Not sure if my last comment is delayed or didnt go through. My grand parents and great grand parents were share croppers/farmers in Turner county. Youngs were my great grandparents and was wondering if you might know any history on the road name?
thanks
any history on young road? my family the chathams and youngs were share croppers in turner county.
There is a chapel on that road. Youngs chapel…my great granddaddy’s family were members there. The Stanford family. His brother is buried there and few others they knew. A cemetery is behind it. The land was given by the young family. There’s a house across the road which was the family home place. Herman young was born there. He married my great grandpa’s sister Imogene Stanford. The chapel was named after the family. The chapel was built 1875 and closed I think in the 60s.. Maybe earlier. Wasn’t enough members to keep it open. All closed and moved to town. Rebecca Methodist is where all went to. My cousin Merlin Collins is a member there and her family. They know the story of youngs chapel. There are records of when the church was built. Also on that road is a barn where a house once stood. My great granddaddy’s sister was born there. Francis Stanford. Later they moved to town
Raw, juicy stolen corn eaten in the field, wet crepe myrtle blossoms–forty years ago–such heaven!
Windows wide open for getting cool night air. Hearing the train miles away and falling asleep to the clicking of the wheels. Done many times. Another heaven
Oh, the stories a Georgia dirt road can tell! Sit quietly and wait and the past will come and sit beside you. And then the stories begin…
absolutely. dirt roads are someone’s path that the rest of Georgia hasn’t found. “The road less commuted…” or something like that. Thanks for the great photo; I’m glad to see all the rain this year hasn’t gone to waste.
Spending all my childhood summers in Dooly County was like being Huckleberry Finn. I loved when I was driven down a red clay road for many reasons too numerous to list here. The first time I visited Dooly County as an adult all of the rural red clay roads had been paved. I miss them unpaved
Is that “The road less traveled.” No matter. It’s just a beautiful pic.