As I continue to edit many of my older posts on Vanishing Georgia, I keep finding surprises in my archive. This was a window shot of a barber shop in Tennille, one of my favorite towns to photograph once I learned I didn’t have to wait for the train all day. This was made in 2010 so I’m not sure the barber shop is still there but I’m sure it’s a well-remembered local landmark.
Sue Burnham writes: Mr Bennie cut my boy’s hair for years. He was even known to walk up the block to our house to get them. He would say he knew those boys needed a haircut. You sure can’t find them like that nowadays. L. Vick remembers: Mr. Bennie Horton cut my hair in that shop for years. It was a one-of-a-kind place that I never left without a smile on my face.
Vanishing Georgia: Photographs by Brian Brown 
This Barber Shop is still there in the same place and still operated by Mr.Benny with his southern hospitality!! Love Mr Benny!! One of my favorite childhood memories from about 37 years ago was to get off the school bus and ride my bike to see Mr Benny and watch him cut hair. I was fascinated by the vacuum hose that was attached to his chair that caught the hair as it fell and vacuumed it up to prevent hair from falling on the floor!! As a 7 yr old child it was amuzing and I could watch it all day. Some days Mr Benny would have to remind me that it was about time for the street lights to come on… (Which every child in our little town knew was our time that we better be home) … so he would walk out and watch me get my bike and headed home safe!!
This Barber shop is still there and still operated by Mr. Benny with his life long Hospitality!! Love Mr. Benny!
Mr Bennie cut my boy’s hair for years. He was even known to walk up the block to our house to get them. He would say he knew those boys needed a haircut. You sure can’t find them like that nowadays.
Mr. Bennie Horton cut my hair in that shop for years. It was a one-of-a-kind place that I never left without a smile on my face.
Brian – I enjoy your older photo’s and the descriptions. The “old fashion ” barber shop reminds me of the few times my father let me go with him to get his haircut…Going with Daddy was fun for a little girl….
Thanks, Debbie. Going to the barber shop with my father is one of my most vivid childhood memories. I don’t think there are too many like this anymore.