Remember the Old Home Place Forever

As southerners we want to hold onto to everything. And, sometimes we don't have the resources and time moves on. Only the memories remain and the stories we pass down to our children about our elders and our childhoods.

What memories are more special than those of the old home place. It may be the house you grew up in, or maybe your Grandmother's house or the farm where you spent every summer. It could be that old lake house or river house or beach house. No one but you and your family can appreciate what that porch swing brings to mind, or that old truck in the barn, or the fence going down the drive.

Here is a way to preserve those memories forever.

Several years ago I took my 75 year old mother to a family reunion that was held at her old family home place. We were lucky in that some cousins had lovingly cared for the place and as I sat in the yard eating fried chicken and potato salad, it was just like being there 40 years ago.

I went back and photographed the place and presented my mother with a book of the pictures. She went through the book, page by page, reminiscing over times she had spent there visiting her grandparents, playing with her cousins, and enjoying holidays with her family. Since then my mother has passed away. But, I captured the magic of the home place forever. Who knows the place may burn down tomorrow.

Let me capture that magic for your family.
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The Brass Tacks (or How to Get it Done)

If you are interested in preserving a memory for generations to come I think you will be very surprised at how little it will cost to have your precious memories saved for generations to come by a professionally produced photographic book.

I like to work with every one on an individual basis because each project is a work in progress. Often we end up finding more than we thought was there. (Memories fade until we return home and are reunited - briefly- with the past.)

Just email me at homeplacememories@gmail.com I always enjoy hearing from folks and am happy to answer questions.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Rock City Barns






These used to dot the road ways. "See Rock City" painted on the roofs and sides of barns.First painted in 1935, there were as many as 900. Rock City was an attraction in Chattanooga, TN and the owners obviously had an ambitious marketing plan to paint barns from the Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico. In 2005, 70 years after the first barns were painted less than 100 remained. This one is in Robbinsville, North Carolina.

As a bit if trivia, a gentleman by the name of Clark Byers painted the barns for 30 years until 1969. Over that time his handwork could be seen in 19 states.  Some of the more descriptive signs read “Beautiful Beyond Belief,” “The Eighth Wonder Of The World,” “Bring Your Camera,” and  “When You See Rock City, You See The Best.” (As in the above example.)

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Old Doors



Examples of doors on abandoned houses in rural South Carolina. The tenants are long since gone.


Monday, November 11, 2013

Old Blue Truck






Located in the middle of a field in Newberry, South Carolina, this truck was abandoned - just stripped of all its chrome and left to the elements.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Rusty House Trailer


A trailer having seen its better days. An addition to the side makes one think it was more permanent than the concrete blocks would otherwise indicate. This is located on Edisto Island on Steam Boat Landing Road.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Red Barn


Old red barn still standing and doing its part on the farm.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Old Wooden Store


An old wooden store in down town Society Hill, South Carolina. Boarded up now, it still has the Penz Oil sign on the door. The lovely weathered wood has stood the time.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Blue House in Fort Motte




A blue house, almost lost in the brush in Fort Motte, South Carolina, a ghost town now, having two claims to fame: one being briefly considered for the capitol of the state of South Carolina and the other where Julia Peterkin, the 1928 Pulitzer Prize winning author of Scarlet Sister Mary, taught in the local school. She was married to William Peterkin and lived with him on his cotton plantaton, Lang Syne, near Fort Motte.