This is a great example of this utilitarian form. It likely dates to the early 20th century.
I thought this may have been a schoolhouse, but Katie Cates writes: To my knowledge,this was never a schoolhouse.This (The Chance House) used to have a huge front porch spanning front of house and was just old wood color, til the town painted all buildings red, some years back. This was my Mama’s home and all her siblings, all born and lived there til old enough to get out on there on. After then, when I was 2, Granddaddy Neely Chance died and Grandmama Alma lived there alone for most of my childhood. Granddaddy had a store that was right across train tracks from Hawes store…and a Cotton Gin that was straight across road from Hawes store til he died. Then years later, both were torn down. The roof of this old house, was taken by tornadoes, twice. I spent most weekends with her there. Then when I was 12-13, we moved Grandmama to Sardis…where she lived til she passed. The Post Office used to sit straight across tracks, between Cotton Gin and train tracks…most all my life, til some years ago, it was moved across to where it is now.
Francis Jones brought his family from North Carolina to this section of Georgia before the Revolutionary War and the family has maintained land and been involved in the social and religious development ever since. His four great-grandsons, Henry, William, Joseph, and James, were responsible for the construction of Fair Haven, which stands today as one of the great architectural treasures of rural Georgia.