LAUREL of Northeast Georgia

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We are thrilled to bring to you our history issue. We love the old stories and the rich Appalachian history that is so plentiful and easily shared here. I could sit for hours and listen to tales, truths and some you might question. I asked Janie P. Taylor once, “Janie P. was that story you wrote true?” and with a smile and raised eyebrow she replied, “That’s how I remember it.”

The photo on our is the Tallulah Falls Railroad coal-burning locomotive traveling through Rabun Gap in 1947. Inside you’ll find articles from the Rabun County Historical Society, Foxfire, locals and some not locals who have great stories to share. We are blessed with wonderful memories of days long gone and each day we are presented time to make new memories that will live on long after we are gone. Our history, each of us has one, tells the story of who we are and how we got here. Write it down for the next generation, even if you think they don’t care now, I promise the day will come that they’ll treasure your story. As summer comes to a close and fall peeks around the next corner, time seems to slow every so slightly. The days aren’t quite as long and hopefully the evening and mornings will have a freshness in the air as temps cool. Within a month we’ll be talking about the leaves, and then pumpkins and ghostly ghouls. Time does fly doesn’t it. As cliché as it might sound, stop to smell the roses, color a picture with broken crayons with the little ones in your life and dig out that box of old photos and relive those special trips and family gatherings. Life is short but oh so beautiful and each new day is a reminder to squeeze every second out of it.

Before I close I want you to know how much I treasure each of you, my readers are like old friends. My advertisers, like family and my team here at the Laurel all thank the good Lord for you. Blessings to ya, Tracy

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200 Years of Clayton History

The Dividings, a Railroad, Sewerage and the Bank Heist

By Dick Cinquina

Clayton has been around a long time, probably longer than many people think. The town’s history begins with the Cherokees and ends, at least for now, with tourism and a Main Street lined with boutiques. A good deal has transpired in between.

As the homeland of the Cherokees for hundreds of years, northeast Georgia was crisscrossed with Indian trails. The intersection of five major trails on the land that eventually became Rabun County was called The Dividings. Centuries later, Clayton was founded at this location, and the five trails today are known as Highways 23/441 North and South, Highway 76 East and West, and Warwoman Road.

An enormous tract of land in northeast Georgia was ceded (a diplomatic word for stolen) by the Cherokees to the state of Georgia in 1815. On a portion of this land, Rabun County was established by an act of the state legislature in 1819, and parcels of 250 and 490 acres were sold through a land lottery in

1820. In 1821, Solomon Beck sold 67 acres of his 250-acre lot in the second land district to Rabun County for $150, and Claytonville was laid out in sub-divided lots on this tract. Rabun’s county seat was named for Judge Augustus S. Clayton, the first judge of the county’s superior court. The town’s name was shortened to Clayton in 1823.

Isolated from Outside World

Isolated from the outside world by mountains and frequently impassable roads, Clayton was little changed by the mid-1800s. According to an almanac of Georgia county statistics, the town’s population totaled 16 residents in 1845. Clayton had a courthouse, jail, post office, a church, a general store, a lawyer, a school as well as many vacant lots. The almanac reported, “At the time this notice was prepared, there was no trade of any description carried on in Clayton.”

Clayton’s only identifiable feature in the 1800s was the public square at the intersection of present-day Main and Savannah streets. The first of Rabun County’s five courthouses was a log structure built on the square in 1824; it was replaced by a similar

Dick Cinquina is the retired president of Equity Market Partners, a national financial consulting firm he founded in 1981. Holding graduate degrees in history and journalism, Dick recently published Mountains, Moonshine and a Railroad, which tells the always colorful, occasionally contentious and frequently humorous history of Rabun County and northeast Georgia. Dick also writes history articles that appear in the Laurel

This circa 1928 photo, looking south, shows the intersection of Main Street and Savannah Street with Derrick’s Service Station on the left and the Blue Ridge Hotel on the right.

log building in 1838. In 1878, so the story goes, the dilapidated structure collapsed while court was in session. The court moved to the town’s Masonic Hall, while a wood frame courthouse was constructed that opened on the public square in 1879.

A “Ramshackle” Town with Vacant Lots

By 1900, Clayton remained barely a speck on the map with a population of about 200. Andrew Jackson Ritchie, a noted local educator and amateur historian, wrote in 1948, “Clayton was a ramshackle town. There were no paved streets. The few houses it had were scattered around with wide vacant lots between them…The town had no paved sidewalks, no public waterworks, no electric lights, and no telephone or telegraph.” However, Clayton was on the cusp of change.

A railroad was extended from Cornelia to Tallulah Falls in 1882. Passengers now could make the trip from Atlanta to view the “Niagara of the South” in Tallulah Gorge in a matter of hours. After the railroad was sold, the successor line went into bankruptcy and was reorganized as the Tallulah Falls Railroad, or TF, in 1898.

Tallulah Falls Railroad Reaches Clayton in 1904

The TF was extended north from Tallulah Falls through Rabun County, reaching Clayton in 1904. In anticipation of the economic development that the TF could generate, a group of businessmen organized the town’s first bank, the Bank of Clayton, in 1904. The newly constructed bank building became Clayton’s first brick structure, and a city ordinance mandated that all future buildings in Clayton had to be of masonry construction to lessen the danger of fires. Also alert to growth opportunities were those who owned vacant land in Clayton. Just a year following

Passengers waiting to board the train at the Clayton Depot

the railroad’s arrival, 22 downtown lots were sold at a public auction.

The railroad made Clayton a mountain tourist destination. Within a few years of the TF’s arrival, Main Street was lined with hotels and boarding houses, one of which was Rabun County’s old courthouse. The courthouse built in 1879 had deteriorated to the point that it needed to be replaced. The building was auctioned off and moved to South Main Street, directly across from what is now Reeves Hardware, where it was remodeled and opened as the Bleckley House hotel in 1908. The hotel was moved five years later to a knoll across from the train depot at the end of East Savannah. The county’s new courthouse was not built on the vacated public square, because the planned structure, a stately Victorian-style building, was too large for that site. Instead, it opened in 1908 near the location of the current county courthouse on West Savannah.

Sewerage, Electricity and Telephones

In a major step toward modernity, Clayton’s hotels began installing “water works” or “sewerage,” other names for indoor plumbing, around 1910. And then, Thomas Roane, a farmer from Tiger with little formal education, electrified Clayton. He built a small hydroelectric facility on Stekoa Creek and ran power lines into town. The lights came on in 1914. Roane

also purchased Rabun Telephone and Electric Company in 1918, which had inaugurated phone service in Clayton around 1915. To improve service, he constructed a brick building in 1924 on East Savannah to house a new telephone exchange that today houses the White Birch Inn.

The building in the center is Hamby Hardware (now ReMax Realty); the mountain in the background is Pinnacle Knob, and the white building on the knoll is Bleckley Memorial Institute. The long building with a dark roof on the right side of the photo is the Tallulah Falls Railroad Depot. photo-circa 1914

The Rabun County Courthouse when it was newly constructed in 1908

In 1918, the Clayton Tribune reported, “The old courthouse site (the public square) which has been an eyesore in the city of Clayton for the past ten years is being graded down, and Savannah Street leading (west) from the train depot to the courthouse will pass over the ground where the old courthouse once stood.” Savannah Street also was to be “macadamized” or paved.

Hotel Dinner Bell as a Fire Alarm

Despite frequent downtown fires, Clayton did not establish a volunteer fire department until around 1920. The department’s original fire truck was a hand-pulled hose cart, and Clayton’s fire warning system consisted of gunshots fired by night watchmen and a hotel dinner bell that doubled as a fire gong. It was not until 1941 when Clayton got its first fire engine and firehouse siren.

A measure of prosperity made its way to Clayton during the 1920s. The railroad spurred the development of new businesses, and the appearance of automobiles on the town’s streets was an unmistakable indication that the economy was on an upward trajectory. In response to growing demand for cars, the Clayton Motor Car Company built a Ford dealership and garage on Main Street in 1921. Claude and Fred Derrick, both former professional baseball players, also built a gas station and garage on Main Street in 1926. The Clayton Chevrolet Company announced that sales in April 1929 totaled 16 new and 19 used cars. Stating this marked its best sales month since opening in Clayton, the company opened a show room and garage on South Main later that Spring.

Great Depression Halts Economic Progress

Main Street was paved in 1928 as were downtown sidewalks a year later. One evening in September 1929, a crowd gathered on Main Street to see downtown illuminated by streetlights for the first time. One month later, the stock market crashed on October 24, 1929, and the nation’s economy spiraled rapidly downward into the Great Depression. Plunged into economic hardship, Clayton would wait two decades before a measure of prosperity made its return.

The Depression notwithstanding, Clayton’s voters approved a bond issue in 1931 to finance a new water system. The Clayton Tribune wrote, “Up to the present time,” we have been drinking branch water,” meaning water drawn from streams. “The plan now is to go to the springs (on Black Rock Mountain) and bring it (water) into a reservoir in such a way as to keep it clean and pure. We would then be over with the trouble and embarrassment of having muddy water on our tables.”

Great Bank Heist of 1934

The most exciting event in Clayton’s history since the arrival of the railroad occurred in 1934 when the Bank of Clayton was robbed of $1,830 by five bandits armed with machine guns.

Sheriff Luther Rickman gave chase to the escaping bandits, dodging nails the bank robbers scattered on the road, before losing track of them in North Carolina. The ringleader was arrested in that state for stealing a car during the group’s flight. He was sentenced to five years in the state penitentiary, and upon his release, Sheriff Rickman brought him back to Clayton for trial.

In 1935 President Franklin Delano Roosevelt established the Works Progress Administration, the New Deal’s largest public works program. The most recognizable legacy of the WPA in Clayton is the Rock House on the corner of Main and Savannah. Known originally as the Community House, the building opened in the summer of 1935 and was used for hosting community and social events. The Rock House later became local headquarters for the Civilian Conservation Corps and housed various city offices. The Clayton fire department was located in the lower level of the building. The Civic Center on West Savannah Street also was built with WPA labor in 1935 as the gymnasium for the old Rabun County High School.

Midwives delivered most of the babies born in Rabun County well into the twentieth century before the Rabun County Maternity Hospital opened in 1942 in Clayton. The first of its kind in Georgia, the facility provided 24-hour pre- and postnatal care. The maternity hospital closed in 1952 when Clayton’s first general hospital opened, Rabun County Memorial Hospital.

Textile Mills Revived Clayton’s Economy

Clayton experienced a gradual economic upturn during the 1950s that was generated by the advent of textile manufacturing in Rabun County. When the Clayburne shirt factory opened in 1952, the Clayton Tribune enthused: The effect of Clayburne… can easily be seen and the effect on the economy of its employees and of local business have brought about changes and improvements which could have never been possible otherwise.”

Built in the early 1960s, the new Highway 441 bypassed Clayton, threatening the future of the town. At the time, East Savannah dead-ended at a knoll on which stood the Bleckley House hotel. Judge Robert H. Vickers, Rabun County’s Ordinary or chief executive, led the effort to connect East Savannah Street with the highway. In 1964, he had the hotel moved to a new location, the knoll graded down, and Savannah extended to 441. Absent this initiative, Clayton would have been isolated from the main tourist route through northeast Georgia.

With the closing of the county’s last textile mill in 2006, Clayton’s economy is dependent on tourism, just as it was during the first decades of the twentieth century. The downtown area is congested on most summer and fall days as crowds of tourists flock to the boutiques that line Main and Savannah. Of course, tourism benefits from the absence of muddy water at restaurants, and “sewerage” is an added bonus. A ramshackle town Clayton is no longer.

FEATURED VETERAN - Tom O’Neil

By Roger Glenn

Ifirst met Tom ONeil at VFW Post 4570 in Clayton during the fall of 2020. At the time, he was the Adjutant and Quartermaster of our local Veterans of Foreign Wars organization, and he helped me join the organization. He was attentive to detail and followed up with me to make sure that everything was taken care of. I realized rather quickly, based on his age and the ballcap he was wearing, that he was a proud Vietnam veteran, and a servant leader. But like so many veterans, you have to sit down and dig a little deeper to open up the treasure trove of their military service and personal lives.

Tom was born and raised in Sewickley, Pennsylvania (near Pittsburgh), but by September of 1967 he made the fateful decision to enlist in the United States Army. He had attended Babson College, planning to earn a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration but he decided to put his academic career on hold in favor of getting married. So he enlisted as a clerk (an administrative career field), completed his basic training and advanced individual training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina and soon after was assigned to an Infantry unit and was later promoted to Private First Class (PFC) and assigned to 3rd Army Headquarters at Fort McPherson, Georgia. Serving at such a larger HQ gave him a perspective on the ‘big Army’ picture that helped him for the remainder of his career. When he was promoted again (this time to Specialist, E-5) he was assigned to an Aerial Rocket Artillery unit which had recently formed under the umbrella of the 101st Airborne Corps and by early 1969 he was on his way to Vietnam. However, this unit already had an administrative non-Commissioned officer (NCO) and so they assigned him to in-flight operations, a benign way of saying he became a member of a UH-1C “Huey Hog” helicopter (a precursor to the Cobra gunship) crew, often serving as a door gunner. If you’re curious about how rotary helicopters like the Huey were used in Vietnam, there is a wealth of information online. But Sergeant ONeil’s unit was unique in that their airframes were equipped with rockets to support ground operations. These were platforms of lethality and there is no sugar coating their purpose. It was to eliminate enemy combatants. Tom’s unit was “there for Hamburger Hill” while operating from Fire Base Currahee (named after the famous training facility in Toccoa, Georgia).

Like so many veterans that have served in a combat role in our nation’s various theaters of war, the experiences leave an indelible impression. If you sit with Tom as I did over his dining room table, he can tell you stories about Vietnam and his overall military experience that range from hilarious to tragic. But through it all, he is easy to smile, quick to laugh, and ready to serve. After Vietnam, he returned to the United States and continued his career as a Personnel Services NCO (now a Staff Sergeant, E-6) at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Before he retired as a Sergeant First Class, E-7) he had served as part of the cadre of the Army ROTC Battalion at The University of Pennsylvania, in Germany with a Personnel Services Company, and ran the Army Post Office at Hanau, Germany. His time as part of the 18th Airborne

Corps saw him work closely with the 5th Special Forces Group to revamp their system for managing personnel. He also was the NCOIC (NCO In-Charge) of a Separation Transfer Point and did another tour in Germany, this time with 8th Infantry Division at the height of the Cold War manning the Fulda Gap. He received two Meritorious Service Medals, the second when he retired.

Rabun County - An Ancient Crossroads

By Michael E. Maffett MD

As I stand in front of the Clayton DQ eating my Heath Bar blizzard (with double Heath) watching the hundreds, growing to thousands of cars whizzing past, carrying people to Cherokee, the Smokies, or perhaps Asheville, it is difficult to imagine what this place was like 250 years ago. Firstly, the Native Americans did not have horses until the Europeans arrived. All the trails were footpaths, winding through seemingly limitless forests, fording rivers and streams, and climbing mountains. This is why Ponce de Leon discovered Florida in 1513, and it took until 1776 for Daniel Boone to forge the first path across the Appalachians, a span of time covering 250 years! The Appalachians, particularly the Blue Ridge Mountains, were a formidable barrier to settlement.

In 1730 George Hunter, the surveyor general of the Colony of South Carolina, produced the first map of this part of the world. It was entitled “A Map of the Cherokee Country.” It was handdrawn, and the original copy is in the Library of Congress. In those times, there were no colonial settlements more than a few dozen miles from the Atlantic coast. The only access to the backcountry and ultimately the Blue Ridge Mountains was the Great Cherokee Trading Path which began near Charleston and followed the Santee River into the back country.

Hunter’s map is not to scale, but dozens of creeks and side rivers are noted, many are unnamed, separated by the time it took to travel between them on horseback. The major Cherokee towns are recorded, such as Keowee which is now submerged under a lake of the same name.

The trading path crossed the Chattoga River at Sandy Ford and then followed the Warwoman Valley to the present site of Clayton. There it turned north, crossing the eastern continental divide at Mountain City (named by early settlers as “The Passover”). Water north of this point flows into the Little Tennessee River on to the big Tennessee, then again north to the Ohio River and finally to the Mississippi. The water to the south flows to the Savannah and ultimately to the Atlantic. I have always found it surprising that the Tennessee River begins in Rabun County, and that the sand and sediment from here contribute in a small way to the crystalline beaches of the Florida panhandle.

The Warwoman Valley offers a level path over 20 miles in length, an arrow-straight alignment leading east-west into Clayton. There the path turned toward Dillard into North Carolina following the Little Tennessee River another twenty miles to Franklin via Rabun Gap. There it turned west again following the rivers. In the eighteenth century this was the only path through the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Mike Maffett M.D. was born in Atlanta in 1946. He attended public schools, Georgia Tech, and the Tulane University School of Medicine. He completed residencies in Internal Medicine and Anesthesiology at Emory University. He served two years as a physician in the Army in Germany. He practised for 26 years as an anesthesiologist at Northside Hospital in Atlanta. He first came to Lake Burton in 1958 and is retired there now. He wrote a book, Our Southern Eden, for Lake Burton’s centennial in 2020. He has previously written a historical novel, Neptune’s Account. He enjoys hiking, reading and writing, travel, and playing with his five grandchildren and doggie, Boone.

In 1775 when the famed botanist William Bartram passed through what would become Rabun County, he noted on the site of the future Clayton an abandoned Native American town named Stecoe. It marked the intersection of at least five Indian trading paths, thus it was also given the name, “The Dividings.” The town had several sizable earthen mounds and a large plaza. It was a remnant of the mound builder culture which had been exterminated by disease. No trace of the village remains.

In 1852 a group of investors began building the Blue Ridge Railroad of South Carolina intended to connect Charleston to Knoxville. It was to span the Blue Ridge into Tennessee following the same ancient trading path. The work began, but was stopped by the Civil War and never completed. Remnants of the railroad can be seen today, most prominently at the Stumphouse Mountain Park where an uncompleted tunnel extends 1600 feet into the mountainside. In addition, a massive granite bridge abutment still stands in the forest by Warwoman Creek and scattered through

the forest are a half dozen derelict tunnels, most filled with water.

Other railroads were built, in particular the Tallulah Falls Railroad meant to connect Cornelia and thus Atlanta with the gorge and its many tourists hotels. In 1904 the railroad was extended to Clayton and finally to Andrews, North Carolina. With the completion of this railroad and the construction of Highway 441, a tourism boom began. More hotels were built as well as a score of summer camps.

In time, the ancient Cherokee Path was forgotten. By the early 20th Century, the automobile age had begun. In 1912 a bridge was completed across the dam at Tallulah Falls. The number of visitors to Rabun increased accordingly. Rabun became a northsouth throughway as thousands of travelers pass through Clayton on their way into the southern mountains. This explains why 90% of Rabun’s population lives along the 441 corridor.

Well, I finished my blizzard. It was yummy. I wonder how many of these cars are going to the casino?

Rabun County Historical Society Presenting Our Rich and Colorful History

The Rabun County Historical Society, located at 81 N. Church Street in downtown Clayton, is dedicated to presenting the rich and colorful history of this county to the public. Open Wednesday through Saturday from 11 to 3, our free museum was totally renovated in 2021 and now has professionallevel exhibits and signage that tell the history of Rabun County. Exhibits are arranged in chronological order that make it easy for visitors to conduct self-guided tours through the museum.

The starting point of the museum is Rabun County’s Native American heritage that covers the Mississippians (800 AD-1600) and the Cherokee (1600-1839) on whose homeland the county was established. The end date of 1839 marks the infamous Trail of Tears when the Cherokee and other Southeastern tribes were expelled at gunpoint to reservations in the Oklahoma Territory. Our Native American exhibit includes an extensive collection of stone artifacts found in Rabun County.

The next exhibit details the founding of Rabun County in 1819 on land ceded by the Cherokee to the state of Georgia in 1815. Included in this exhibit is Commissioners Rock, which was placed on Commissioners Creek in 1819 as part of the survey to determine the exact boundary of Georgia and North Carolina. An important piece of history, Commissioners Rock is the oldest dated artifact in the museum’s collection. This exhibit also houses an actual map of lots surveyed as part of the Land Lottery of 1820 that distributed land to Rabun’s first settlers.

The Historical Society hosts the Southeast’s largest and most comprehensive collection of Tallulah Falls Railroad artifacts. Founded in 1898, the TF, as it was known, opened this isolated and remote corner of northeast Georgia to the outside world. Our TF exhibit includes the history of the railroad, tools used to

build its roadbed, large-scale models of the wooden trestles that crossed creeks and ravines, and a reproduction of a TF ticket office. Accompanying these displays are photos of TF steam locomotives and trains, many of which are over 100 years old.

Rabun County was the moonshining capital of Georgia. Distilling illicit corn “likker” was the county’s oldest and largest business. Our moonshining display includes an actual copper still that was used to make white lightning. Signage explains the parts of the still and how whiskey was distilled.

The following exhibit covers the environmental disaster of clearcut logging. During the 30 years from 1900, virtually every tree in Rabun County usable for lumber, paneling and telephone and telegraph poles was clear-cut. This practice left in its wake a rubble-strewn landscape and eroded and deformed mountains. Adjoining this exhibit is the story of the New Deal’s Civilian Conservation Corps that reforested the county in the 1930s.

Next is an extensive exhibit of the five hydroelectric dams built between 1910 and 1926 on a 26-mile stretch of the Tallulah and Tugalo rivers, which made this length of waterway the most heavily developed in the nation for the generation of hydroelectricity. The construction of the dam in Tallulah Falls sparked Georgia’s first environmental battle, led by the widow of a Confederate general. Burton Dam, which impounds Lake Burton, was built at the expense of the town of Burton that once was Rabun County’s largest town. Burton was submerged under 60 feet of water.

Our final exhibits detail life in nineteenth and early twentieth century Rabun County. To tell this history, displays cover a variety of activities, including farming, education, the county’s early postal system and the growth of tourism generated by the Tallulah Falls Railroad.

The budget of the Rabun County Historical Society is dependent upon annual memberships that start at only $30 and donations from visitors. Without your support, the museum that is keeping

alive the history of this county could not exist. We invite you to visit our museum and become a member.

Small Town Famous – A Visit with Dwayne Thompson

By Tracy McCoy

When you leave an interview with 12 pages of notes, you smile because you know you came to the right place for a great story! This is a story about a man who is famous for many things like riding motorcycles, spending a night or two in the pokey, working hard and making some of the most incredible home furnishings ever created in these hills. The stories I get to share with you are so entertaining and downright funny that you’ll be telling them to your friends around the firepit. So let’s get started.

To spend an evening on the porch with Dwayne Thompson, three amazing dogs and the love of his life, was most certainly my pleasure. I wasn’t there to talk about furniture or business, rather life back in the day, funny stories and some sad ones. The evening passed faster than I hoped it would. I enjoyed visiting with the Thompsons.

The land where Dwayne and Cecile have made their home has been in the Thompson family for three or four lifetimes. “All the Thompsons in this county can be traced back to two men, or so it seems, I like we’re all kin.” Dwayne said. Back when he was born there were no babies born at the Rabun County Hospital, so he was born at Angel Hospital in Franklin to RE and Bernice Thompson of the Timpson Community. “My mama never drove a car or had a license. She loved to read the bible, work crossword puzzles, fish and dip snuff. She had a real sweet tooth so we always had a little something sweet at the table, even if it was just a little homemade jelly for the biscuits,” he continued. “My daddy was a bootlegger. We had the first drive through liquor store in the county. You could pull up behind the house and buy a dozen eggs, a Coca-Cola and a jar of liquor. It was that way my whole life.” Dwayne’s dad spent some time behind bars for distributing and transporting illegal liquor but so did a lot of other daddies who had mouths to feed. “Times were tough and life was hard while he was building time, we didn’t have much money. I never questioned why we ate potatoes, butter and eggs two times a week, in fact I liked it

then and I like it now. But I know it was because there just wasn’t enough money. People didn’t know they were poor, they just lived and most people here were all the same. Hell, we were the first people on the creek with a TV, then we were the first to have a washing machine and then we got a color TV so I thought we were doing pretty good.”

Dwayne has worked hard his entire life starting when he was in elementary school. He hoed corn and beans for his grandmother

and she paid him .25¢ per cow if he’d go before daylight and milk. Remembering those days he told me, “She had two cows and I’d take a lantern and a pail and walk in the dark to the barn to milk. By the time the school bus came I’d been up for two hours already. I went to school everyday with .50¢ in my pocket. I didn’t mind it. I liked being up that early, down at the barn with the cows. Every morning I got to watch the sun come up. I like work and I like money in my pocket.” By the time Dwayne was in 7th grade he got his first job working during the summer in Dillard selling produce. Harley Wall was his boss and Henry Dillard owned the business. The next year he worked as a janitor and cut grass. “I learned early that if you want money in your pocket you gotta work for it!” he said.

He grew up near Talmadge Hollifield’s store (now Black Bear Creek Antiques) and he shared this story with me. “Talmadge liked to get things over on you, he was a jokester. Two of my cousins and I were going to camp overnight across from the store in the woods behind my grandparent’s house so we stopped at the store to buy bait and the supplies we’d need. Things like Beanie Weenies, sardines and crackers and of course we had to get my Uncle’s Prince Albert”, he said with a wink. As we were leaving Talmadge walked out and started talking to JM York. JM said ‘Talmadge I guess you heard about those Mawtails over in Hiawassee coming this way. They say they are as tall as a man with a tail like a beaver.’ Talmadge replied ‘Yeah, I hear they swing that big tail and knock trees down with it. Ain’t nothing like a Mawtail, downright scary.’ Well, we looked at each other and said ‘aw, there ain’t no such thing’ and off we went across the field to camp.” The boys set up camp and started a fire as the sun began to set. Right about dark they thought they heard something in the woods and the three young boys remembered the conversation at Hollifield’s store. “We kept hearing something and then the trees began to shake and then we heard a low growl. Rocks came rolling off the side of the mountain into our camp and hiding behind a log with the hatchet in my hands, I was ready for those Mawtails,” Dwayne said. “Then we heard the growl again except this time it was a little more like a squeak. We looked at each other and knew that noise was coming from a Booger box. Next thing we knew Talmadge’s daughters came down out of the woods. He’d sent them over to scare us. We reminisced with the girls and made it through the night.” If you don’t know what a Booger box is, it was made from an old Quaker oatmeal canister with a hole in the bottom, a string tied with a button on the end. When you drug that string through the hole it made a growling sound, until it squeaks.

When Dwayne was around 15 years old he got a Honda motorcycle and he was all over the place on that bike. He remembers a neighbor coming by the house to ask his dad “RE can you please keep that boy off the road?” Putting a set of wheels under a teenage boy makes them hard to slow down. “Daddy would let me go hunt, so one time he took me to Chester York, who was a game warden and a good friend of daddy’s. Chester took me

over to the Coleman River Refuge. One of my best friends was Joe Hollifield and we were gonna camp and hunt up there. Well, it took some time, but I finally killed a deer, but it had horns about as big as a thimble. When I drug it back to camp they asked me ‘What are you going to tell them at the checking station when they ask you how you could tell it was a buck before you shot it.’ I told ‘em I didn’t know what I’d say. They told me to tell them that I heard his balls rattle when he jumped the fence. I strapped that deer on my Honda and headed for the checking station to tag the deer and pick up my license. When I rolled up with that deer there were four big burly game wardens standing outside. Well shore ‘nuf, they asked me how I knew it was a buck since those horns were so small. So I told them exactly what they said I should. Three of them laughed but there was one that didn’t laugh, it made him mad. He took me over to the side and had me scared to death. He called Chester and the next thing I knew I had my license in hand and hopped on my Honda and to the house I went with the deer.”

The stories and the laughter, a random passing of one of the three dogs laying around on the porch of the Thompson home was making for a really pleasant evening. I asked about those high school years and Dwayne said, “Well, you see I got into quite a bit of trouble. Like one time somebody shot out the red light by the Dairy Queen on New Year’s Eve. A couple days later somehow I got arrested for that. They rolled up at my house to take me to jail on a Sunday morning and my mama was pretty upset with me.” Another time, somebody set off a couple sticks of dynamite at the Lake Rabun Boat House and I somehow got the blame for that too.”

“I had a buddy who joined the Navy and he was coming home for leave. Me and a friend were going to pick him up at the Atlanta Airport. I’d never been to the airport, I didn’t even know where it was. I was driving a log truck with no bed. We wanted to do something funny so we bolted a tall Pabst Blue Ribbon beer ban to the rail of that truck. All the way down the road we got “thumbs up” as we passed other cars. When we made it back to Clayton, somebody from the Sheriff’s office got after us but somebody out ran them. The next morning we were all three droopy eyed and pitiful from drinking too much the night before. We were riding around Pinnacle and Sheriff Hubert Page and Deputy Ralph Woods got behind us and turned the lights on. They’d already been looking for us so we pulled over and Hubert jumped out of the car and grabbed the beer can and gave it a jerk and it didn’t move and it made him so mad. They searched the truck but found nothing and they had to let us go. I had to be good for a while after that.”

“Then there was the time that a couple friends and I were out in an old ‘56 Ford. That thing wouldn’t cut a donut for nothing but somebody else had been cutting donuts under the red light and over at Five Points. My friend just had to try it, so he tried to spin it around but that old truck wouldn’t do it, but wouldn’t you know the law pulled up right about the time he tried. We all got

Small Town Famous – A Visit with Dwayne Thompson

arrested for cutting donuts and it wasn’t even us. While we were in the back seat of the law car I had a pint of liquor in my pocket, they whispered ‘what are you gonna do?’ I slid it under the front seat and left it with ‘em. They took us to jail, threw us a blanket and we went to bed. They let us out the next morning.” That time Dwayne was innocent, well sorta.

One time Dwayne thought he’d try his hand at making a little moonshine, just “for the heck of it”. “I didn’t know where to sell it so I just spent the winter sipping on it and anybody that came by could drink a bit,” Dwayne said. “My brother-in-law came by and had a little too much. I took him home, he’s about 6’2” so I drug him through the front door and left him in the floor with a note on his chest that read “Don’t worry sis, he ain’t dead just too much of the good stuff. I think she was at church. I laid low for a few days.” Probably best he did.

RE Thompson, Dwayne’s dad got a job working as a night watchman for the film crew of the movie Deliverance in 1970. His job was to watch the equipment. He was well liked by the stars and crew. When the movie was over they gave Mr. Thompson a lot of the props. One was the dummy that they threw off the cliff in the movie. Dwayne and some of his friends dressed the dummy up in his daddy’s clothes and put one of his hats on it and set it at the top of the stairs that led to the road in front of their house. People traveling the road would wave and blow the horn as they passed by, thinking they were waving at RE. One night a bad storm came through and blowed the dummy down the stairs leaving it laying on the edge of the highway. That next morning Mrs. Thompson got a call saying “Bernice, RE is laying down on the side of the road.”

When he wasn’t getting into something, Dwayne was an excellent student. He was very good at Math, took Mechanical Drawing and Wood Shop where he excelled. He remembers Coach Snyder telling the boys they might as well just take business math so they could pass it. That made Dwayne mad, he signed up for Algebra and aced it! In his Senior year he was named “Most Popular”. His friends, classmates and sweet wife remember him as being polite and kind. He was famous for his ability to create amazing things with wood before he even graduated. He made gun cabinets and furniture for friends and family. After high school Dwayne attended North Georgia Technical School studying woodworking. He decided he would renovate the inside of his parents’ house. Building new furniture and redoing the kitchen for his mom. There was a traveling preacher who came to the Presbyterian church nearby and he saw Dwayne’s work and told the owners of Habersham Plantation about him. They scheduled an interview for him and when they figured out that he could build anything they wanted he was hired. He worked there for a couple years and then decided he’d rather build things for people around home. That is how he became the Dwayne Thompson who is famous for incredible

craftsmanship and home furnishings. Dwayne summed it up this way, “I have built some really nice furniture for some really nice people.”

We continued to talk about “the good old days” when you knew everybody, when people helped others for no gain. We talked about when you could drive down the road and never pass a car. “I remember if the moon was full on a Saturday night I could drive my friend home over by the fish hatchery and we’d drive with the lights off and the radio playing all the way and if we met a car it was Marley Cannon or JR Lunsford, patrolling.” We agreed that times were simpler then and people had each other’s backs and were there when you needed them. I guess people our age always remember our youth with fondness as the world gets more complicated, cold and impersonal. We long for cool evenings on the porch with friends with no sounds except the flutter of a bird’s wings or an occasional bark from a resting dog. Oh, life is good and we are all blessed to have such fond memories and to have grown up or spent time in these mountains. As the years pass you find that it doesn’t take as much to please you and the sweetest memories are the ones made with those you care most about.

“I loved spending time with my Grandpa Thompson. On Friday I’d get off the bus and ride to Grandpa’s to spend the weekend. He’d take me to Welborn’s old store and I’d get a Nehi Grape and a candy bar. On Sunday my dad would drive his ‘53 Ford Truck to come get me and three cases of moonshine. Two cases behind the seat and one under my feet on the ride home,” Dwayne recalls.

He had one more tale for me that evening. “One time I drove my restored 1947 Ford truck all the way to Colorado with a friend to climb a mountain on a motorcycle, but we didn’t figure for the snow. We didn’t climb a mountain but we had a good time anyway.”

Cecile remembered being at the Dairy Queen one day and she saw Dwayne coming on that motorcycle and he popped a wheelie before the red light on Hwy 441 and held it all the way to the Shirt Factory! So when they started dating she told him if he wanted to marry her he’d have to give up motorcycles and never play golf, Dwayne said, “I thought that was a pretty good trade.”

I asked what he liked to do when he wasn’t working and he said “Work. I guess I like to fly fish, I like to cook and I like to drink and have a good time.” I asked if there was anything he’d always wanted to do that he hadn’t done yet and his response was, “Well I thought about becoming a country music singer, an airline pilot or a brain surgeon cause I am pretty good with my hands, but I guess I am a little bit old for all that now.”

The sun was setting over the Persimmon valley as I left the Thompson place and I kinda hated for our visit to end but I sure enjoyed it while it lasted.

Harvest Moon Antiques, Garden & Art – A Real Pleasure

by Tracy McCoy

In this profession I have met many people who are passionate about what they do, but few as passionate as Harvest Moon Antiques, Garden and Art’s owner Melissa Heiden. I had been to her nursery to buy plants and had met her in passing but for this article we sat in the middle of her nursery in a very peaceful setting and got to know each other better. Truly Harvest Moon seems as if it’s her garden except the plants and pots, wind chimes and statues are all for sale.

Melissa had family who loved the mountains as much as she does. Her father bought the property at the corner of Highway 441 and Joy Bridge Road decades ago making it River Campground. Today the campground is owned and operated by the Heidens. Melissa’s husband Tim operates the campground and she operates the garden center. Melissa has a rich history in the plant industry from growing, planting, propagating, wholesaling and now retailing the plants she adores. She became a Certified Horticulturist while working as a vendor to Home Depot for Costa Nursery in Homestead, Florida. She is knowledgable, loves to share what she knows and is always glad to learn from her customers. Basically she says she was so addicted to plants that it was her dream to build a garden center, so she did.

She says she never considered herself an artist but one look at the beautiful window boxes at the new La Bella Aesthetics or the planters at Lake Rabun Hotel will tell a different story. Melissa says that the garden center has unleashed her creative side. The preserved moss “painting” on the wall of Harvest Moon results from her creative mind. She shared how she had this old painting that was ugly but had an elaborate frame that she loved. She began to cover it with moss and it resulted in a beautiful landscape art piece all made from dyed and preserved moss. She loves having plants that are different, like the Hybrid Desert Rose and other tropicals and air plants that are not typically found in the mountains. Oh don’t worry, she has just about anything you want and if not she will find it.

“I learn something new everyday! Plant people are nice people and we all love to share. I learn as much from my customers are they do from me,” Melissa told me. “I could not do what I do here without Chris Darling. He is a retired vet and he works here with me.” Melissa has offered classes this summer with Bonsai specialist Brent Wykle and his wife. She is planning some container and water container gardening classes soon. She says September and October are a great time to plant, once the temps cool. The plants have a chance to put all of their energy into the root system rather than the leaves. She’ll have new shipments of plants arriving for these busy months. Melissa is available to create outdoorscapes and interiorscapes for your home or business. She also can create large container gardens that she will then deliver to you. She truly has a gift for putting plants together.

You will want to linger at Harvest Moon Antiques, Garden and Art to take it all in. Antiques and art are embellishments to your garden space and whether it is an iron trellis or cast iron Chiminea the quaint charm it adds will certainly delight. A good description of Harvest Moon is a boutique garden center, offering an experience that you just don’t get everywhere. Time passed a little slower as we visited at Harvest Moon and isn’t that what we are all looking for, somewhere peaceful and joyful to spend our time. Let Melissa and Chris help you create that space with beautiful plants and garden embellishments. The garden center’s address is 28 Joy Bridge Road in Lakemont, Georgia. Their website is www.harvestmoonplants.com and be sure to follow Melissa’s facebook page @ harvestmoongardenshop.

My World Travels

By Jonan Keeny

Like many parents, I am particularly partial to my own progeny, but when it comes to children in general, I am a sucker. So when my niece, nine-year-old Adler Stimeling from Berwick, Pennsylvania, requested a trip to Foxfire because she hadn’t been there in a few years, even though we had been planning to spend the day in Toccoa, I said…Of course! And thus, I soloed Toccoa while Mimi and Papa Keeny, along with Adler, Wyatt, and Miles, toured Foxfire. As it turned out, it was all for the best…

we find that we actually have at least one friend in common, Dr. Matthew Leff, the Director of Bands at Rabun County High School. And let’s be honest, I know very few people in this area personally. But as I explained before, my “family” continues to expand. So then we talked about music and how a random lifelong musician came to be in their gallery on behalf of a local magazine that I am blessed to be a small part of. From there it was suggested that I stop by Diamond Studios and talk to those guys because they are

I have been following Crozier Collective Gallery on Instagram for a few months and I had been itching for an excuse to stop by to check them out. Their Insta, and their physical gallery, is full of beautiful work. Local art? Check. Art from around the world? Check. Two passionate owners, Ty and Drew, who are committed to bringing the community together by actively participating and supporting local events? Check. And who loves it when he walks into an unknown situation, nervous as Hades (that means “heck”), and is welcomed like an old friend? This guy, that’s who. Meeting and visiting with Ty and Drew Crozier was a wonderful experience. (At least for me. I think I may have kept them away from other things they should have been doing longer than I should have. Sorry!) And as they tell me their life story, both together and separately,

looking for a drum teacher. (Hold that thought.) A short time later, after taking some photos in the gallery and being in awe of Drew’s photography in particular, I went on my way.

Shirley’s Soul Food Cafe was suggested to me as an interesting destination for lunch. The story of this Jesus-loving restaurateur/ bus driver/humanitarian is remarkable. Just before I left, I asked Ms. Shirley if there was anything she wanted me to include in my article about her or her restaurant. Her incredibly humble response? “No. Just write about how you felt while you were here today.” So, the pressure is on, but I’ll do my best: Shirley’s food reminds me of a cross between both of my late grandmothers’ homestyle cooking, along with my experiences at many years of church potlucks in a variety of locales. It’s tasty, it’s comforting, and it’s full of love. Out

Jonan Keeny was born in Topeka, Kansas, he got older in Berwick, Pennsylvania, and then he lived a bunch of other places. A lifelong learner and a full-time dreamer, the prospect of grand new adventures gets him out of bed in the morning, with some additional assistance from his two blonde-haired, blue-eyed alarm clocks, of course!

Jonan recently rediscovered his passion for photography, which keeps him quite busy tromping around the woods, stopping at random places on the side of the road, and uploading photos to his website, www.myworldpics.com, and his Insta, @dude4disney. When he isn’t wrangling two little boys, he’s likely hanging out with his wife, Mary Lauren, reading a book to learn something new, or dreaming of life’s next adventure and Walt Disney World. Regardless of the activity, he’s probably participating in it while wearing funky socks and a cool hat.

of the list of options, I chose fried chicken, whiting, potatoes, and fried okra with sweet tea, of course. Just like most of the other patrons in Shirley’s, I ate with a smile on my face. The food is wonderful and flavorful, and I was grateful to have yet another local experience that blessed me with a feeling of being at home. As the saying goes, “Home is where the heart is.” There is no shortage of heart at Shirley’s, and I will most definitely be a repeat customer. The rest of my day (almost) was spent at the Currahee Military Museum. How does one describe the power of this place? I have no idea. As I wandered through, it was easy to get caught up in the emotion on display. This is by far one of the most immersive museums I have explored, and the Aldbourne Stable (relocated from England and re-assembled on site) was a particularly moving part of the experience. Countless artifacts, many with accompanying letters, told a vivid story of Camp Toccoa, heroic Army Paratroopers, and the importance of this region in World War II. The fact that these heroes are immortalized in “Band of Brothers” is a testament to the sacrifice(s) they made for our country and for the world. I am not worthy. Before I headed out, I briefly chatted with Warlene who was so pleasantly helpful and assured her that next time I would be back with the entire family.

On a whim, I took the Croziers’ advice and strolled down to Diamond Studios. Kevin and Nathan could not have been nicer, at least once I awkwardly explained the circumstances that brought me to their door, and I GOT TO BE IN A BAND AGAIN for about five minutes. IT. WAS. AWESOME. It was a joy to be playing again and they were a joy to jam with. I have no idea what the future holds for the three of us, but once again, at least temporarily, I was home.

Toccoa, how do I love thee? I am unable to count the ways…But I can’t wait to make you my temporary home once again!

Foxfire Mountaineer Festival

A Rabun County Mountain Tradition Still Lives!

The morning air is getting crisp and the leaves are starting to turn. It won’t be long until fall will be hitting Rabun County and not far behind it, the Foxfire Mountaineer Festival. Once again, the festival will take place the first Saturday in October at the Rabun County Civic Center and Pavilions in downtown Clayton, Georgia. On October 7th from 10 AM to 5 PM, Rabun County residents and visitors will gather to celebrate the Appalachian Heritage that we live and love. The air will be filled with the sounds of bluegrass music and the laughter of children chasing piglets and playing heritage-based games. Amazing artisan craft vendors with Appalachian treasures and local food vendors with yummy food and treats will be there for your shopping and hunger needs.

The mountaineer festival has been a Rabun County tradition for a long time. As far back as the 1960’s, Rabun County has celebrated our Appalachian and mountain heritage. The festival was originally several days long and encompassed many different traditions and ways of life here in Rabun County. Rabun County native, Melody Henderson, remembers a time when the festival included a hunting-type event that took place on her family’s property. She explained that everyone would bring a picnic lunch and sit out around the lake enjoying the day. Reportedly, in 1995, Foxfire began holding their annual Foxfire Fall Festival in Dillard, Georgia. Foxfire Museum Curator, Barry Stiles, shared that Foxfire held the festival until 2011 when it combined with the Mountaineer Festival in Clayton, Georgia.” After several years, Foxfire took over the event completely and the Foxfire Mountaineer Festival began as it is today. Glenda Welch, who was born in Rabun County, raised in Mountain City and lives in Rabun today, explained that the mountaineer festival was a “true representation of the community and the life lived here. Watching the parade and the hunting dogs and wagons that came down the street, along with the long dresses and bonnets that were worn during the pioneer days was a definite highlight.”

Foxfire is bringing back even more of those traditions this year. Many more Foxfire demonstrators will be showing off the skills that our ancestors used to live in these mountains. From blacksmithing to instrument making, the skills of making what you need has always been a part of the Foxfire method. Handing down the necessary skills and traditions is a part of Foxfire’s mission and the mountaineer festival is no exception. This year, there will be more opportunities for kids to learn Appalachian traditions in our hands-on classes. Heritage-based activities such as buck dancing and clogging demonstrations will take place and you will have a chance to participate in a group quilting activity. You will not want to miss your opportunity to participate in the raffle and live auction where you can continue your support of the Foxfire organization. Visit the Foxfire merchandise table and get your museum membership as well as talk with today’s Foxfire leadership students. Find out how they work to put together the current Foxfire magazines and what being a part of Foxfire means to them.

It is truly a day you will not want to miss. Start growing your beard now so you can join the longest-beard contest. Brush off your buck dancing shoes and get ready to listen to the Foxfire Boys and other great bluegrass bands. It’s going to be a day to remember. So make your way to Clayton, Georgia on October 7, 2023 and experience the Foxfire Mountaineer Festival for yourself. For more information visit www.foxfire.org.

When Looking for Antiques Head to The Attic!

by Lucas McCoy

Situated in the hills of Franklin, North Carolina is a hidden treasure fit to delight the hearts of any lover of regional history or antique enthusiast. The Attic Antiques carries a plethora of affordable yet timeless treasures to impress even the finest of tastes. Set up as a small market with 20 to 25 vendors at any given time, the selection of items is varied and plentiful. You’ll find the staff are friendly, helpful, and always happy to find something to suit your fancy. While larger items are attractively displayed and easy to see don’t think for a moment that there aren’t remarkable things to be found in the corners and nooks of the century old building housing them. From beautiful desks and cabinets to tables, shelves and lamps, come see the wide variety of home goods and décor. You’ll also find linens quilts and blankets, many handcrafted. Be sure to swing by to peruse their selections of locally made pickles, jams, jellies, preserves, farm fresh eggs by the dozen and much more. If your interest is peaked you’ll find The Attic Antiques located at 268 Palmer Street in Franklin. For more information call 828-349-2900 and we suggest you follow them on Facebook (The Attic Antiques) to see what is new and exciting in the store.

Attic Antiques

Valley Drapery & Design, Inc. A Great Business Opportunity for the Next Generation

by Tracy McCoy

There comes a time in life when it's time to slow down and enjoy the fruits of your labor. This time has come for Valley Drapery & Design owners Janice Parker and Debbie Justice. "This has been a great business and we have established relationships with some of the finest interior designers, businesses and people in the area. We will miss them but we hope to put the business in the hands of someone who will carry on those relationships we've built and even take it to the next level," Janice told me when we sat down to speak for this article.

Valley Drapery & Design was opened in 1986 with Janice and Debbie creating custom drapery, roman shades, Cornice boards, valances, table runners, duvets, bed skirts, coverlets, bed scarves, pillow shams and throw pillows. Their work was exceptional and their reputation for quality work was known throughout the area.

"We do a lot of local work but we have some fantastic clients in and around Highlands and Cashiers as well and into South Carolina. We do all of the work for Old Edwards Inn and have for years," Debbie shared. Valley Drapery and Design has a huge client list and is a well established business just waiting for the next owners. "If someone came along that could do installation and offer even more than we have the sky is truly the limit," Janice continued. "We are willing to stay on for a limited time to help new owners get settled in, if we are needed."

All of their equipment and supplies go with the business, but truly the value is in their relationships and the business' name. It takes years to build what Janice and Debbie have thus making this a business you could walk in the door and have their decades of experience behind you. If you are interested in talking with Valley Drapery & Design's owners about purchasing their business you may do so by e-mailing Janice or Debbie at valleydrapery@ windstream.net or calling 706-746-5538. This might be the business opportunity you've been dreaming of.

Mountain Ride – September 16th, 2023

by Craig Everson

Last year, the Smoky Mountain Chapter raised over $30,000 in monetary contributions, food and household products to support Veterans, First Responders and their families.

The Ridges Resort provides the perfect location situated on picturesque Lake Chatuge and the curvy and scenic north Georgia mountains will provide a magnificent backdrop for motorcyclists to enjoy a glorious ride.

For those who are sitting this one out, no worries! The Ridges will provide an Oktoberfest style beer tent to both celebrate the season and wait for returning riders. There will also be food, fun, music, motorcycle related vendors, and of course a charity auction! Even if you don’t ride, please come out and support our cause and enjoy the family friendly festivities! This event will be held rain or shine!

Come one, Come all! Help support our distressed Veterans, First Responders, and their families.

The Military, Fire Fighter, and Cops (MFC) Motorcycle Club’s Smoky Mountain and East Atlanta Chapters are hosting the 6th Annual Charity Fundraiser and Mountain Ride at the Ridges Resort in Young Harris on September 16th 2023!

This year’s beneficiaries will be Deputy Patrick Neil Holzclaw of the Hall County Sheriff’s Office and Operation Rally Point in Monroe, Georgia. One hundred percent of the proceeds will go directly to these beneficiaries!

Deputy Holzclaw lost his entire family in a tragic and heartbreaking vehicle accident on July 16, 2023.

Operation Rally Point is a Veteran led nonprofit 501c3 charity whose mission is to triage Veterans in crisis and provide immediate access to lodging and additional services to the Veteran in need.

Paramount to the event’s success is the continued support of so many incredible local patrons and gracious businesses and donors. We promise your efforts are making a direct and positive impact on many Veterans and First Responders here in Georgia.

Thank you for your continued support, MFC could not do this without YOU! We love our small town living and supporting our local heroes!

Please reach out to Smoky Mountain President Steve Wentworth at 321-377-4386 to support this event. All auction related or monetary donations will be gladly accepted!

As always, please be mindful of your two wheeled friends and take that extra look before pulling out or turning on to the road!

Registration will be at 9am on September 16th with KSU up at 10:30am. Festivities will last all day… Everyone is welcome and we are family friendly!

Adventure Out

The Little Tennessee River Greenway

by Peter McIntosh

Autumn is fast approaching and with it, the invigorating cool breezes that beckon an outdoor excursion. With that in mind we’re visiting our neighbors to the north in Franklin, North Carolina and taking a stroll on the beautiful Little Tennessee River Greenway. It’s almost level all the way with lots of benches and picnic tables to rest and catch your breath. This is a great path for you to get yourself ready for a tougher hike you may have planned for later in the fall. The greenway is a hiking, jogging, biking trail that runs four miles from the Suli Marsh, near the south end of Lake Emory, southward to a turnaround just past the confluence of the Little Tennessee River and Cartoogechaye Creek.

The Suli Marsh (pronounced Sue Lee) features a wonderful boardwalk where you can get a close up and personal wetlands experience. (This section of the trail is a must see for folks interested in birding.) From here the trail proceeds north on the western side of the river for one mile before reaching the playground at Big Bear Park. This is a modern, well maintained playground that kids are sure to love.

Now the trail crosses under West Main Street and then crosses East Main Street. Please be careful crossing this sometimes busy road. There on your right is the FROG Quarters, a coffee shop - gift shop run by Friends Of the Greenway. Get it, FROG? You’ll see that word a lot on this trail. We cross over the river and continue south behind a shopping center.

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Back on the well groomed trail again it’s not long before you come to a stunning butterfly garden. (This section is registered as a North American Monarch Waystaion.) The pathway soon gets wider at an open area where exercise stations are located. About one mile further is the first of a few really nice foot bridges. Looking south from this bridge, you’ll see the confluence of the Cullasaga River, flowing down from Highlands, North Carolina, and the Little Tennessee River, which originates in Rabun County’s beautiful Wolffork Valley.

Now the trail gets a little more wooded and the sounds of the busy lumber mill start to fade away. You’ll notice the path goes through a couple of old railroad cuts. These are from the Tallulah Falls Railroad which used to come this way many, many years ago.

Next you’ll come to an iron trestle crossing the river and then right along, another laminated wooden bridge, this one’s covered, crossing back over the river. Here you pass a Frisbee golf course and a community garden. The pathway continues a bit further, up over a hill, and comes to a big turnaround. If you started at Suli Marsh, you’ve walked four miles, so if you go back the whole way, that’s eight miles. Keep that in mind as you walk along. There are mileage markers all along the pathway so it’s easy to tell how far you’ve walked. As I said before, if you’re looking to build up your hiking strength, this is a great place to train.

Happy hiking!

As summer fades like a cooling ember, here’s my poem for September: As the seasons change let’s go take a stroll, On a riverside trail sure to sooth your soul. You’ll see birds and butterflies and cross some really cool bridges, And off in the distance, some high mountain ridges.

Getting there: There are many parking areas where you can access the trail. You can view a nice map on their website or stop by the FROG Quarters at 573 East Main Street at the river in Franklin, North Carolina.

Their phone number is: 828-349-8488 Or on the web: www.littletennessee.org

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Firmly Rooted An introduction to Lisianthus

by Victoria “Tori” Carver – Flower Farmer

Iwish I could take a poll of Laurel readers to find out how many of you have heard of Lisianthus (pronounced lis-see-an-thuhs).

I’m sure if you are a florist or have a florist’s background you’ve heard of this popular rose-like flower. If you have never heard of a Lisianthus (or Lisi for short), let this serve as an introduction to a flower that many claim is far superior to a rose. As a consumer, I don’t have enough good things to say about lisianthus. As a grower however, the waters are a little muddier. Let’s start with the negatives so we can finish on a positive note. I think lisianthus are absolutely beautiful, but I don’t particularly love them as a crop

because they are very needy and take a lot of extra work. More work than dahlias if truth be known. I liken them to a Kardashian. Very beautiful, but very, very high maintenance.

Lisianthus are native to the United States and originated as a prairie wildflower. They like it dry and hot for the best quality of blooms. In fact, too much rain during the early growing stages will cause them to rot and rain damages the petals once blooming has begun. They are also very slow growers which adds to their flower drama. They take roughly six months from seed to bloom and I’d almost swear they don’t grow more than a few inches tall the first three or four months. Since they are such slow growers they are easily taken over by weeds. Repeatedly. If you plan to grow them, I recommend instituting a very regimented weed management program. I have failed miserably in this area which is most likely why I don’t love growing lisianthus. The hours spent weeding this single crop have made me question my decision to grow her again.

Victoria (Tori) Carver is a flower farmer. From the thousand bulbs and plants that she puts in the ground each year she creates lovely bouquets. Many enjoy her flowers in their home each week. She has established a subscription program for her customers or a honor-system bouquet sales for random purchases. Tori and her husband and children make their home in Clayton, where they are a treasured part of the community. If you are interested in Firmly Rooted Flower Farm please reach out by email to firmlyrootedflowerfarm@gmail.com or phone 706-490-0041. You will also enjoy their website at www.firmlyrootedflowerfarm.com

Now that I’ve gotten all the negative stuff out of the way, let’s talk about her flower gorgeousness. And make no mistake, she IS gorgeous. Lisi comes in a dazzling array of color choices from bold purples, reds, pinks and yellows to every pastel shade you can think of including peach and lavender. This unique flower even comes in green (yes, green flowers) and brown (which is actually a coppery, plum color). The shape and quantity of petals is also another lisianthus bonus. You can choose from ruffles, single petals, double petals, or even picotee. The choices are endless, really.

Lisianthus also have long, tall stems and easily last seven to ten days in the vase. Many report two weeks or better. She is stunning in bouquets and the best news of all for this rose-like stem? No thorns. None. Not even one which is all the more reason she has been a florist’s favorite for wedding work for decades now.

Flower farmers have long debated the merits and shortcomings of growing lisianthus so I’m not alone in my quandary. But, the saga continues. Do the growing difficulties outweigh her positive attributes? Should I grow her again or not? Only time will tell…

Every Home Needs a Pet!

Adding a pet makes a family complete and there are plenty of great dogs and cats available at Rabun Paws 4 Life located at 261 Boen Creek Road in Tiger, Georgia. In this issue we will take a look at three dogs that might be perfect for your family. The shelter does some amazing work to help these animals find good homes where they will be loved and cared for. This work takes a lot of effort and expense, so your help is always welcomed. From volunteering to dropping off bags of food, cleaning supplies, or helping with regular donations, everyone who can give of their time or resources is appreciated.

There are some exciting fundraisers coming up for our local shelter. First up is an auction of Happy Chair artist John Seigal’s 1,000th chair! Also Rabun Paws 4 Life is the recipient for the proceeds of the Festival of Trees at the 2023 Holiday Shopping Extravaganza the last weekend in November. Artists are busy painting fire hydrants that will also be auctioned off at this event. There will be more about these upcoming events in future issues.

For now, allow us to introduce three sweet dogs that need good homes.

Dandy

Hi my name is Dandy. I’m a 5 yr old German Shepherd. I came into the shelter in May 2023. I was a returned adoption/owner surrender because I was very protective of my owner. I lived with another dog that I did great with. My only downfall is that I just get over protective of my owner when other people approach us while walking together. I would love to be part of your family.

Cheesie

Hi my name is Cheesie. I’m a young 1 yr 9 mo old Blue Heeler. I came into the shelter in April 2023. I was adopted with my brother Bleu but we were just too much for them to handle. So they decided to bring me back without my brother. I’m a very sweet boy and great with other dogs. I’m just very submissive and dependent. My friends at the shelter call me “cute little hedgehog”. Please consider me to join your family and give me a forever home.

Shania

Hi my name is Shania. I’m a 3 yr old German Shepherd mix. I have been here at the shelter since 2022 and when I got here I was really shy. The people here have been very nice to me and I am coming out of my shell. I love to run and play and want so badly to have a family of my very own. I like to go for walks and a good belly rub. If you are looking for a sweet pet, here I am!

If you are interested in meeting any of these dogs and making them part of your family please contact 706-782-5422 or email elampros@rabunpaws4life.com. Also contact Rabun Paws 4 Life about volunteer opportunities, their Foster From Afar program, opportunities to donate much needed supplies or help out financially.

What

is your “Why?”

By Caleb Smith, River Point Rabun Community Church

Think about the most successful companies that you know. For instance: Apple, Amazon, Tesla. When you look at these companies, their success is driven not by what they are making but why they are making the what. These companies are passionate about what they are making and it doesn’t take long to understand why they produce the products or services they do. Now, think about the things you are passionate about in your life. The things that crowd your calendar, demand your finances, keep you up at night. Those closest to you in your life probably could answer the question of what those things are but do they know the why? I recently went on a trip to Boston to partner with a church there in doing outreach to the community in East Boston. One of the events that we partner with each year is a week long camp for teaching soccer skills to kids called “Soccer Nights”. While it is a lot of fun to spend a week investing time and energy into the kids that show up, teaching them skills and life lessons, there is a why behind all of it. We had a grandmother of one of the children come and ask us who we were affiliated with and why we were offering the camp for free to the families in the community. This opened the door for me to share that we were doing it because we are Christians and we want to connect with families in the community and share with them the love of God.

If you do something long enough and with enough passion, someone is going to notice and eventually ask you why you continue to do that certain thing. If you love others enough and sacrifice time, energy, money and resources then someone will eventually want to know why you are willing to make all of those sacrifices. When it comes to showing Godly love to others and Godly sacrifice, it is easy to answer those questions with “Because that’s what God wants me to do” or “Because my pastor asked me to” but is that really helping the person with the question? Or is it leaving them with an incomplete answer?

In the book of 1 Peter in the bible, Peter urges believers to “be ready at any time to give a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you.” The Greek word for “reason” in that translation means a “reasoned statement”. Hopefully, one of the things in your life you are passionate about, the what that is so important, is something that points to Jesus. As a Christian, the goal of my life should be to make sure every person who doesn’t know Jesus as their savior is introduced to Him and has that opportunity. This means I need to be living in a way that poses the question of why by others. When that question comes I need to be ready to answer it with a reasoned statement. One that I fully know and understand because I am passionate enough about the what I am doing to make sure I study up on the why so I can explain it as clear as possible.

I’ll close with a question (for those who have placed their faith in Christ): Do you live your life in a way that begs the question WHY from others? If that question comes, are you prepared to give a reasoned answer?

If we studied God’s word as much as we study the other things in our lives that we love then it wouldn’t be hard at all to answer the WHY.

Caleb Smith is Pastor at River Point Community Church located at 70 Old Livery St. in Clayton, Georgia. River Point is a non-denominational, community-driven church committed to leading people into a personal, intimate relationship with Jesus Christ. Pastor Smith and his family have made their home in Rabun and are happy to be part of this mountain community. If you’d like additional information please call 706-960-9275 or message caleb@rpcc.me

SEPTEMBER IS NATIONAL RECOVERY MONTH

Please join us for this year’s 3rd Annual Northeast Georgia Recovery Fest at Pitt’s Park in Clarkesville, Georgia. on Saturday, September 16th, 2023, from 11am-3pm as Community Recovery Center and Homestead Women’s Recovery partner to promote and support the emergence of a strong and proud recovery community, The cost of substance use disorder (SUD) is staggering. $700 Billion dollars annually, or $1800 dollars for every man, woman and child in the United States. About 75% of children in local foster care systems come from homes where parental Opioid abuse took place. Anyone who has been caught up in the cycle of addiction, or tried to help someone with substance use disorder knows it can be difficult and overwhelming. Making the process easier is what the Northeast Georgia’s 3rd Annual Recovery Fest is all about. The goal of this year’s event is to provide people who have been hesitant to seek help for their addiction, or people whose loved ones may be suffering, a more informal and relaxed environment to discuss heavy topics. As a person in recovery myself, I know that recovery is nurtured by relationships and environments that provide hope, empowerment, choices and opportunities.

We have gathered a variety of resources from our community who are committed to serving all who are affected by addiction, Every Person, Every Family, and Every Community. Please join us and get connected with local Counseling Programs, Recovery Residences, Treatment Centers, Churches and RCO’s as you enjoy a fun-filled afternoon including live music, guest speakers, refreshments, face painting, children’s activities, SPECTACULAR raffle items and much more! Everyone is welcome. We hope to see you there. And remember…Recovery is for EVERYONE, every person, every family and every community.

GENETIC TESTING IN PETS

by Dr. Jaime Smoot Speed, DVM

Acommon theme of my articles is that pets are no longer just used for our utility, they are a beloved member of our family. In this post-genomic era, genetic testing is something we are becoming more and more accustomed to at our own physicians’ offices. But were you aware there are genetic testing options for our pets? Let’s explore.

The first use of genetic testing in pets is to determine lineage. With so many intentional and unintentional crosses of breeds, many people are fascinated by their dogs “heritage.” Although not quite as advanced as ancestry.com, there are a few companies which have dedicated space to identifying markers in all the common dog breeds. This allows them to take a sample that is collected at home or in a veterinarian’s office, amplify it, and then determine which markers your pet carries and to what degree the relation is to your pet. For example, the “wisdom panel” claims to have 98% accuracy in detecting breed mix and can trace their family tree back three generations.

The second use, which is perhaps the most exciting to me, is the genetic health testing. “Wisdom Panel” has over 265 tests to detect pertinent health conditions such as mutations that can lead to bladder stones, brain disease, dental disease, eye disease, drug sensitivities, and heart disease, just to name a few. Some companies offer online consultations, or you can take your report to your trusted Veterinarian for consultation.

Sample collection can be as easy as hair retrieval to blood testing depending on how comprehensive you would like the testing to be. Kits can be found online, at pet stores, and at your Veterinarian’s office. These are exciting times in genetic research and can be a great gift for someone as the holidays draw near!

Jaime Smoot Speed was born in West Virginia, went to James Madison University with a BS in molecular biology, then worked at Johns Hopkins doing research until attending UGA for Vet School. She graduated in 2010 and moved to Clayton five years ago. She works at Clayton Veterinary Hospital and opened Claws & Paws in December 2020. You can reach Claws & Paws at 706-212-7322 or visit their website: claytonpawsandclaws.com or on facebook and instagram: @claytonclawsandpaws

Live Healthy and Well

Dr. Kyle Daniel Foothills Family & Cosmetic Dentistry

Maybe you’ve heard that there is a new dentist in Dillard. Well we are pleased to share with you that Dr. Kyle Daniel, DMD has purchased the practice of Dr Richard Vollmer, DDS (Valley Dental) and now the practice of Dr. Richard Gyeselinck, DDS (Dillard Dental). This means that Dr. Daniel is Dillard’s dentist and pleased to be here.

Dr. Kyle Daniel was born in Columbus, Georgia, and moved to Griffin, Georgia, where he spent most of his childhood. Every summer, he would travel with family friends to a cabin in Highlands, North Carolina to spend a week. He developed a love for the mountains through those trips, and that is why he landed in Dillard!

Upon graduating high school, he attended Berry College and obtained a bachelor’s degree in Biology. After Berry, Dr. Daniel attended the Dental College of Georgia in Augusta. Dr Daniel is a member of the Georgia Dental Association and the American Academy of Implant Dentistry.

When he isn’t in the office, Dr. Daniel loves to fly fish in all the local rivers and spend time outdoors. He also enjoys traveling with his wife, playing golf, and farming. He is easy to talk to, knowledgable and is going to make a wonderful addition to our county.

Foothills Dentistry has moved forward with Dr. Vollmer’s original staff in the former location of Valley Dental. He is ready to serve patients from across the region. The experienced team and Dr. Daniel at Foothills Dentistry is pleased to offer standard dental procedures such as: cleanings and checkups, fillings, crowns and bridges, and root canals. In the cosmetic dentistry realm you’ll find these services: dentures and partials, implants, teeth whitening options, veneers, and Periodontal Therapy.

Scheduling appointments has never been easier, simply visit www.foothillsfamilycosmeticdentistry.com and send an appointment request or call 706-746-5577 for additional information. You are also welcome to stop in the office at 7199 Highway 441 N, Suite 101 in Dillard, Georgia. The office is open to serve you Monday – Thursday 8 am – 5 pm.

Bon Appétit

Dining with Miss Jean (Emhart)

by Scarlett Cook

As this is an historical issue it just seems right to include someone who was instrumental in the early years of the Laurel. Jean Emhart was the original recipe feature writer and these are some of her favorite recipes. When I think about Jean I imagine her in heaven cooking up her favorite recipes to share with everyone.

When Jean was first introduced to the Laurel readers, the publishers described her as “Barbara Walters meets Emeril”. Whether it is the act of cooking or writing about it, Jean said, “When we love something, that’s when it goes well.” Our thanks to Jean for her love of food.

Corn Casserole

6 – 8 servings

1 Large can cream-style corn

1 Can white niblet corn, drained

2 Eggs, beaten

1 Stick of margarine, melted

1 81/2 Ounce box Jiffy corn muffin mix

8 Ounces sour cream

Mix all ingredients together well. Put in a greased 13”x9” casserole dish and bake at 350o for 45 minutes. Jean says to cut into to squares to serve.

Beef Stroganoff – without panic!

6 – 8 servings

1 1/4 Pounds ground beef

1 Envelope dry onion soup mix

Salt to taste

1/2 Teaspoon ginger

3 Cups medium wide noodles

1 Small can mushrooms, undrained

3 1/3 Cups hot water

1 Cup sour cream

2 Tablespoons flour

Brown ground beef in saucepan; do not drain. Sprinkle soup mix, salt, and ginger over meat; DO NOT STIR. Arrange noodles in layers over meat mixture; add mushrooms with liquid. Pour water over noodles, making sure all noodles are moistened. Cover with a tight-fitting lid. Cook 20 – 30 minutes. Remove from heat; add sour cream mixed with flour. Stir mixture thoroughly; cook 3 – 4 minutes longer until piping hot.

Lemon Bisque Pie

6 servings

1 Package lemon Jello

1 1/4 Cup boiling water

1/2 Cup sugar

1 Lemon, grated rind and juice

1 Can evaporated milk, refrigerated overnight

Prepared Graham cracker crust, purchased or homemade

Dissolve ingredients into boiling water and let sit for a few minutes.

Beat slightly thickened Jello mixture. Whip evaporated milk until thickened. Gradually add Jello mixture while continuing to whip milk. Fill crust and refrigerate until ready to serve.

Easy Cake

1 Package Chocolate cake mix

1 Package instant Chocolate pudding

4 Eggs

1/2 Cup Crisco oil

1 Cup water

Preheat oven to 350o°. Add all ingredients into bowl and mix for five minutes in mixer and pour into lightly greased tube pan. Bake for 50 minutes.

Glazed Icing

1 Cup powdered sugar

2 Teaspoons cocoa

2 Tablespoons milk (to consistency)

Mix together and drizzle over cake while still warm. For a variation of this cake, try a package of vanilla cake mix and vanilla pudding mix or lemon cake mix and lemon pudding mix or spice cake mix and butterscotch pudding mix.

Jean Emhart wrote a recipe column for Rabun’s Laurel for many years. She was a dear friend to all of us and a very special lady. We miss her friendship, kindness and are pleased to share her recipes.

A Taste of the South

Featured Artist - Frank Fontsere CROZIER COLLECTIVE GALLERY

Frank Fontsere’s life as an artist began by drawing pictures of his favorite rock stars. “I was fascinated by musical artists from an early age. Not simply the music but the strong visual and aesthetic elements of Rock and Roll in particular”. From first seeing the Beatles album cover photos amidst his mother’s record collection as a young boy to being mesmerized by Kiss through an early television appearance in his adolescence, the colorful spectacle of Rock was a strong artistic influence. “I used to cover my school notebooks with pen drawings of Kiss when I should have been studying”. Frank was not only gripped by the visual appeal of the performers but the bands logos as well. “I used to make up band names and draw what I thought would be cool logos for them. I actually ended up designing the logo for my first band. The band ended up going nowhere but the logo rocked!” Drawing pictures of rockstars gave way to trying to become one. Picking up his first pair of drumsticks at the age of ten began an odyssey that would eventually lead to his becoming a touring and recording rock drummer. For 26 years Frank played on stages in every state of the U.S. as well as many treks to Europe Canada and Australia.

Although his artistic journey was primarily a (loud) sonic one; the lure of creating visually always lurked in his subconscious. “I always fantasized about creating large abstract works. While working a side job in construction I used to go to Home Depot with my boss to buy building supplies and would see materials and implements related to building and wonder how they could possibly be used in the creation of art. I often told my wife that I would love to have a huge open space in our eventual home (we lived in an apartment) where I could lay out large canvases and splash them with paint in the tradition of 20th century expressionists like Pollock.” An idea to create abstract works on used drum heads and cymbals led to Frank finally actualizing these long unrealized musings. “I finally went to the store and purchased some craft paint. I though I could paint some old drum heads and sell them to fans while alternatively scratching this “itch” that I thought was just a day dream. I was hooked immediately. The first time I had something I thought was good enough to consider “finished” was one of the most satisfying moments of my life. It was electrifying, I knew that I was participating in something larger than myself”. The world of art is large and intimidating to someone just discovering their place in it. This was true for Frank as well.

Using social media to discover and draw inspiration from the works of other creators was as daunting as it was thrilling. According to Frank; “I wanted to explore everything. Going to an art supply store was tremendously exciting as well as frustrating. I wanted to develop my visual voice but there are so many avenues to pursue. So many styles and materials and techniques; it was overwhelming, not to mention EXPENSIVE” he laughs. The breakthrough came when he found hard-edge geometric painting. “It might be linked to my teen-aged fascination with band logos but there is something appealing to me about simple geometric forms. They are like a visual language. A square is a square but there is infinite variation possible in the creation of the form. Differences in size and color or dimension. Variances of hue. You could literally spend the entirety of your life painting a square over and over again and they would each be unique in some way.

With the notion in mind of exploring potentially infinite variation within simple forms Frank began his first series of canvases appropriately titled “Parameters pt.1”. From the website FrankFontsereart.com: “It has been said that in Chess you can do anything – except – break the rules and still be playing Chess. Within the bounds of the rules of Chess there is almost infinite possibility. I am fascinated by the concept of limitless variation within a strictly defined landscape. The Parameters series is an exploration of what is possible within a specific set of strictures. In the case of this series; the strictures of a severely delineated color palette and tightly executed geometric patterns. In addition; each piece is designated only by a numerical value. Welcome to “Parameters” – Pt. 1 Since creating his first series Frank has opened his exploration to include “Parameters pt. 2” which is done on paper as opposed to canvas. Now with more confidence that he is in touch with his creative voice Frank has begun expanding his range of colors and forms.” Frank is one of the artists whose work is on display at the NEW Crozier Collective Gallery located at 46 Doyle Street in Toccoa, Georgia. Visit www.croziercollective.com for more information.

O’ Brother Where Art Thou?

by Sean Detrich

Dan Lovette became an usher at the Baptist church on Easter Sunday, March 26th, 1961. He stood at the door shaking hands, passing out bulletins. He got a lot of funny looks because nobody knew Dan.

Weeks earlier, Pastor Lovette had introduced Dan as his older brother. Dan was a tall man with a soft voice, and rough skin. He wore a brown suit that was too small. He hardly spoke to parishioners.

He sat on the front row during sermons. After service, he smoked cigarettes behind the church. People asked the pastor questions about Dan, but the preacher was quiet when it came to his older brother.

Over the years, folks saw a lot of Dan Lovette. He could be seen pushing a mower, changing the church sign, painting the clapboards, passing out bulletins on Sundays, or cleaning the sanctuary on Monday afternoons.

Dan lived in a back room of the church, behind the choir loft. His earthly belongings amounted to one cot, a hot plate, a coffee pot, a transistor radio, a shaving kit, and one brown suit.

Nobody can forget the Sunday that the pastor announced he would be baptizing Dan after service, this surprised people. Most fundamentalists thought it was quite strange, scandalous even, that the pastor’s own brother had never been baptized.

Even so, sixty-four church members stood near the creek, watching the tall man wade into shallow water behind his younger brother, the preacher. It was a simple ordeal. Down Dan went; up he came. Applause. Bring on the banana pudding.

But life was not all pudding and baptisms. In 1974, tragedy hit the church. The pastor was in a car accident on his way home from Montgomery, doctors thought he’d had a stroke while driving.

For weeks, Dan sat beside his brother’s hospital bed without sleep or food. He lived in a hospital room.

And on the next Sunday, Dan Lovette took the pulpit with tired eyes. It was a hushed

room. It was the first time any members of the church ever heard more than a few sentences from old Dan.

“Most of you know me as Dan Lovette,” he began. “But that ain’t my name. Real name’s Springfield. Daniel Springfield…”

It was so quiet you could hear gumdrop.

Dan went on to tell the story about how in 1961, Pastor Lovette had been walking into a department store when he saw Dan standing outside rattling a tin cup. Dan was homeless, and looking for handouts—or a bottle to cure his shakes.

Pastor Lovette treated Dan to supper. Then the pastor carried Dan home to meet his wife and kids. The preacher helped Dan, sat with him through withdrawals, he took Dan to sobriety meetings, he bought Dan a brown suit for Sundays.

Dan started to feel bad about all his charity, he came close to leaving because of his own shame.

“But the preacher just told me one night, ‘You can’t leave us, Dan. Why, we’re brothers.”

Dan didn’t know what to say. He had never been anyone’s brother before—he’d never been anyone’s anything before. All he’d ever been was hard up. But not anymore. Dan got rid of his old name, his old habits, and his old opinion of himself.

And if I had room to tell you the rest of the story, I would. But there’s no need. You already have the important parts.

What I will tell you is this: if you’re ever driving a lonesome twolane highway in the middle-of-nowhere, Alabama, and you see a dilapidated, clapboard meeting house, consider pulling over.

Then go to the rear of the nondescript cemetery. A few graves have flowers. Most don’t. But you will find a marker for Pastor Lovette, and one for his wife. And a third headstone for an old man who died sober, with his adopted family surrounding his bedside.

The stone reads: “My Big Brother Dan.”

Sean Dietrich is a columnist, novelist, and podcast host, known for his commentary on life in the American South. His work has appeared in many national and regional publications and he is kind enough to share his writing with us at The Laurel of Northeast Georgia. He has authored thirteen books, and is the creator of the Sean of the South Podcast. Visit his website and read till you can’t read no more… www.seandietrich.com

All Planned with Horse and Owner in Mind!

By John Shivers

When it comes to the magnificent equestrian farm located at 3622 Sandy Ford Road outside Clayton, every detail has been thoughtfully planned to ensure efficiency and convenience for both horses and owners. Sandwiched between the famous Bartram Trail and the wild and rugged Chattooga River, this magnificent 50± acre haven for both professional and recreational horse enthusiasts is now waiting for the right owner.

Moss Hill Ranch in the eastern edge of the county offers the perfect blend of sprawling acres of lush pasture and custom-designed amenities, along with the natural beauty and the picturesque tranquility that draws so many to Rabun County.

More than half the acreage is divided into four meticulously maintained pastures, and provides ideal space to turnout, train and ride your horses. But there’s plenty here for the people astride those horses as well. Check out the harmonious mixture of open fields, the music and beauty of three babbling creeks, areas of woodland, horse trails and exquisite garden plantings. The result is idyllic, unlimited opportunities for outdoor activities, and the chance to allow the natural serenity of the property to conquer the stresses of the outside world.

Kick back and allow the remote location to speak to your soul, or take advantage of the hiking, biking and hunting opportunities, or ride your ATV to the dramatic river waters only minutes away and drop your kayak in. At the end of an action-filled day, both horse and rider need a comfortable place to unwind and relax, and Moss Hill Ranch delivers in grand fashion. Aside from the five-stall horse barn, the property boasts two dwellings, a primary home built in 2017, along with a secondary home. Live in one, use the other for an on-site farm manager, or utilize it for other family members full-time or part-time. Both homes provide a comfortable respite and a place to retreat after a full day working and playing.

The barn, where two of the stalls can be converted into mare and foal accommodations, is a masterpiece of design and functionality that delivers maximum comfort and care. There’s also a climate-controlled feed and tack room, dressing room and bathroom, a concrete wash rack with hot and cold water and a functional drain. There’s also ample storage for equipment as well as a hay loft with access for a hay elevator. Even the most discerning riders will appreciate the freshly creosoted fence lines, the round pen, and EquiTred® drainage. Whether you’re a professional equestrian or just a passionate horse lover yearning for a peaceful retreat, this property is truly a hidden gem. Both homes offer four bedrooms and many other human-related amenities. The main house, a Bonner and Buchanan custom home, has four and one-half baths, a well-appointed kitchen with top of the line appliances, vaulted ceilings, and gracious outdoor living space. The lyrical music of a waterfall and Dick’s Creek flow alongside the house, and can be enjoyed from the screened-in porch and the living room and dining room, thanks to the connecting Nanawalls® that allows the inside to flow outside. An additional balcony with phantom screen in the master bedroom and private retrteat overlooks the views and the tranquility. The second home, with three baths, open floor plan, and many extras make it ideal to house a valuable caretaker or for guests or overflow family. Each of the homes has four bedrooms. Rare indeed are those properties where both horse and horse owner can enjoy a comparable level of luxury living. Andrea Sorgeloos REALTOR® with Berkshire Hathaway Home Services, the contact person, and listing agent Evelyn Heald are waiting to show the exceptional Moss Hill Ranch. Contact Andrea at 404-729-9223 or at andrea.sorgeloos@bhhsgeorgia.com and Evelyn at 404-372-5698 or at evelyn.heald@bhhsgeorgia.com. The Berkshire Hathaway office is at 37 S. Main Street, Clayton, Georgia.

Riverview Lane

The Property of Your Dreams

By John Shivers

Picture it: Chillin’ on your own screened porch, your rocking chair moving as slowly as the lifestyle you’re enjoying. As you savor the north Rabun breezes that waft about, increasing your comfort, your eyes gaze across bottom lands of green pasture. In the distance, beyond the row of trees, the waters of the Little Tennessee River lend yet another bit of pleasure, as do the mountain ranges in the distance.

It doesn’t get much better than this, when you have a home in the mountains. If you are looking for a large home, acreage, river frontage, and mountain views, look no further than 101 Riverview Lane in Dillard.

Rabun County is especially blessed with many fantastic properties, but this four bedroom home in the northern end of the county is a rare offering indeed. Tucked away mere minutes from downtown Dillard, the three-level traditional Cape Cod style home offers gracious and comfortable living now and down the road. The exterior is clad in low maintenance vinyl, and the metal roof makes for no worries living. Above all is the 8.38± acres surrounding this 3,000± square foot home that makes this mini-farm, where the previous owner raised his horses, even more of a fantastic find.

This beautiful property boasts over 500 feet of water frontage on the river, adjacent to more than seven acres of pasture, with a barn with eight horse stalls, and a large covered storage shed. Mature trees surround the home, providing both beauty and comfortable shade.

Given the layout of the house, it’s ideally suited for a large family, or for empty-nesters who need additional sleeping space on an occasional basis. The main level, which includes a spacious two-car garage with direct access into the house, offers everything a couple might need on a daily basis. Aside from a gracious sized living room with rock faced gas log fireplace, the spacious kitchen with generous work and cabinet space includes a full complement of appliances. A breakfast bar and the adjacent dining space make serving meals for two or more a piece of cake.

A master bedroom with en suite bath and large walk-in closet along with a second bedroom, a half bath and laundry room complete the ground level. A front screened porch and a large tree-shaded deck out back expand the livability footprint of this home. Upstairs, two oversize bedrooms with window seats and generous closet and storage space and a full bath add sleeping space that can be utilized “as needed,” and forgotten until it’s needed again.

Much of the main level features hardwood floors, while the bedrooms and the lower level have carpet. A large portion of the daylight lower level with its own exterior entrance is finished, and serves as a den and recreation area. Still more livable square footage is there, just waiting for someone to finish it out.

This home is just over twenty years old and has been wellmaintained. It is part of an estate and as such, there is no Seller Disclosure and the property is being sold “AS IS,” although there is a transferrable home warranty. As an added plus, there’s RV/ boat parking space, and a two-bedroom septic system is already installed on the property, should the owner down the road wish to add a second home.

There are so many different components, both inside and out, that make this home, MLS #10184158, one that you simply must see if you’re dreaming of a mountain home. The Hopper Team with Poss Realty represents this property, and is ready to make your dream come true. Contact Gail Hopper, Rodney Hopper, or Tiffany English at 706-490-1012 to learn more. Reach them at the office at 706-782-2121.

“May your walls know joy; may every room hold laughter and every window open to great possibility.”

- Mary Anne Radmacher-Hershey

OPPORTUNITY: Grab this Well-Known Location

By John Shivers

t’s not often that a landmark property becomes available, and when that happens, it’s usually a deal you dare not let pass you by. There are times when opportunity knocks but once, which is the case with the almost one acre property, more or less, located at the intersection of Charlie Mountain Road and Highway 76 West in Rabun County.

You know you’re at the right place when your eyes feast on the Adirondack-inspired buildings clad in aged wooden shakes, accented by striking turquoise trim. Both buildings boast of many windows that have been gazing out on this wooded lot by the side of the road since 1975. Meandering through the site is Timpson Creek, named for John Timpson, the first Cherokee Indian in the area to be baptized into the Baptist faith, and the inspiration for the businesses that currently operate there.

Located at 7142 Highway 76 West, the two buildings total over 10,000 square feet of space. Space that offers so many possibilities. This property’s officially known by generations of full-time and parttime residents as Timpson Creek Gallery. But it’s also the base for Cecile Thompson’s home décor and gift emporium that specializes in a unique inventory from a variety of talented craftspeople and artists. Foremost in that extensive list of designers is Cecile’s husband, Dwayne, an artist in wood in his own right, who claims the land as his home, and gives his talents free reign in the second, two story building that houses Timpson Creek Millworks.

While this listing is for the property and the buildings, the owners are open to discussing the sale of the business and inventory, as well as their brand. Acquire just the property now or purchase the entire lot. Or contract for the property now, and acquire the balance down the road.

Given the reputation this location enjoys after almost half a century, both the buildings offer so very many possibilities for a visionary buyer. That’s opportunity with a capital O. Follow the burbling creek waters and you’ll soon find yourself at Lake Burton and Anchorage Boat Dock, only about two minutes away. A little farther afield, this property is less than ten minutes from the bustling town of Clayton. While the interior of the main building is divided into several rooms, the ceilings are high and resplendent with architectural detail. This versatile layout makes the space ideal for any number of commercial endeavors, and with its HB (Highway Business) zoning designation already in place, let the Muse be your guide. Expand the retail footprint currently in place, or create an art gallery, deli or fullservice dining, watercraft sales, furniture or boutique offerings, an entertainment space, or establish multiple businesses within the two buildings. It would be difficult to find a more flexible property in such an idyllic setting, which makes it possible to flow your businesses out onto the tree-shaded lawn with the miniature log cabin alongside the creek as needs dictate.

There’s also a studio apartment on the second level of the main building that lends itself to several different uses. In the second building, currently used as design and manufacturing space for the millworks, as well as an artists’ studio at times, the possibilities for this structure are as numerous as the square footage is spacious.

The landmark status is in place. Harry Norman, REALTORS® Luxury Lake and Mountain agents Julie Barnett, cell number 404-697-3860, or Sarah Gillespie, cell number 404-735-6157, have all the details on GMLS #20132517, and are waiting to show this truly one-of-a-kind listing. Or contact them at the Harry Norman office, 706-212-0228.

Cunningham set to hike the Appalachian Trail First pig ever!

By Emory Jones

My pet pig, Cunningham, is quite ambitious. For a pig, I mean.

Why, he’s attempted play acting, plumbing, painting, and even politics, although he’s never been elected to anything other than the local swine oversight board. He only got two votes, but that’s all it took since there was an unusually low turnout that year. That pig has even appeared on the big screen. (Full disclosure; it was the big screen from the kitchen window that blew off during a thundersorm the other night. Still, it looks good on his resume.

So, I wasn’t surprised last week when he came trotting up carrying a little leaflet about hiking the Appalachian Trail. At Cunningham’s urging, I looked on the interweb and learned that while dogs lead the pack when it comes to animals hiking the Appalachian Trail, no pig has ever done that!

Naturally, Cunningham saw this as an opportunity. I was initially skeptical, but my wife, Judy, thought hiking the AT (That’s what the

professionals call it) was a grand idea. In fact, she even suggested— insisted, really—that I accompany him on the trip. She does worry about that pig. Since I had the next six months more or less open, I figured, why not? The walk might do me good, and the trail looked flat enough on the map.

Once I picked up a new pair of tennis shoes and a trail blazer in case it got cold, we were all set to go. Judy dropped us off at the foot of Springer Mountain, which I believe is owned by a local chicken company. Springer Mountain is where the AT begins. Or ends, depending on which way you’re going.

Judy was so sad to see us leave that she, bless her heart, drove off without saying bye. I guess she didn’t want a big scene.

I just hope she gets home okay because the last time Cunningham and I left on a trip, Judy made a wrong turn and wound up at Myrtle Beach. That woman has the worst sense of direction I ever saw.

Anyway, the pig and I had started walking toward Springer Mountain when a man stopped beside us and rolled his truck window down.

“Where you two headed?” he asked.

“We’re on a hike,” I replied. Then, pointing proudly at Cunningham, I added. “He’s gonna be the first pig to walk the Appalachian Trail.”

Cunningham grunted humbly.

“That’s impressive,” The man said as he looked us up and down. “Have you bought your tickets yet?”

“The leaflet didn’t say anything about tickets.”

“That thing is outdated,” he replied.

I didn’t want to seem like a rookie hiker, so I said, “Oh, we were going to buy them up at the ranger station.”

“Okay, but I have a couple here I could let you have at a nice little discount.”

I was instantly suspicious. “How can you afford to do that?”

“By buying in bulk. On eBay.”

That made sense. “Okay, how much?”

The man rubbed his chin. “One way or roundtrip?”

That was easy. “Roundtrip, of course.”

“That’ll be fifty dollars then. Each.”

“Fifty sounds high for a pig,” I said, wanting to appear shrewd.

“Well, how about twenty-five for the pig and seventy-five for you?” “Done,” I said, realizing later I may not have thought that one through. Nevertheless, we were lucky to have run into that nice fellow because, when we finally got there, that ranger station wasn’t even open.

Emory Jones grew up in Northeast Georgia’s White County. After a stint in the Air Force, he joined Gold Kist as publications manager. He was the Southeastern editor for Farm Journal Magazine and executive vice president at Freebarin & Company, an Atlanta-based advertising agency. He has written seven books. Emory is known for his humor, love of history and all things Southern. He and his wife, Judy, live on Yonah Mountain near Cleveland, Georgia.

Introducing Amanda Stewart Shield Team in downtown Clarkesville

Owners of Shield Realty and Amanda Stewart Real Estate in association with Keller Williams Lanier Partners announced the decision to merge the two companies effective June 5, 2023. This resulted in the business now being called Amanda Stewart Shield Team, still in association with Keller Williams Lanier Partners, located in the same Shield Realtors office at 132 East Water Street. Shield Realty, has been in business since 1979 and is located on the square in Clarkesville, Georgia. Bill Camp and Ruth Camp, who have been leading realtors at Shield Realty and all over the Northeast Georgia Market for 31 +/- years, will continue to maintain a presence on the team, while using this opportunity to spend more time with family and friends.

The merged companies will be headed by Amanda Stewart, who actively maintains a real estate license and Zane Stewart who helps lead and manage the company. Other members of the team

include: Marty Simmons, Bob Toomey, Jean Smith, Rose Mariee Allison, Jared Green, Brandon Burke, Christan Tanner, Chris Smith, Laryssa Stevens, and Halle Black.

The mission at Amanda Stewart Shield Team is dedicating themselves to providing their community with the most comprehensive and skilled real estate services possible. They seek to create an easy but extraordinary home/property buying and selling experience that is seamless and worth sharing.

Both companies are excited and humbled by this opportunity, and love the fact that they will be putting together thoughts and practices of two solid and well-known businesses to serve the people of the community even better.

For questions, please reach out to Amanda Stewart 706-499-1029, Ruth Camp 706-499-4702, or Bill Camp 706-499-4720.

Of These Mountains Hollywood History

By Kendall R. Rumsey

My first job was as a busboy at Kingwood Country Club. I started during the summer between 8th and 9th grade.

Every morning, I would put on my black polyester pants, white buttondown shirt and baby blue vest, an early 80’s fashion statement that hopefully never rolls around again. My shift was breakfast and lunch. In those days, Kingwood was an active resort and people would fill the dining room throughout the day.

At that time, Kingwood was great, the architecture of the Clubhouse and Dining Room were opulent and huge iron gates were at the entrance to the resort, making it a real destination for golfers, tourists and members alike.

I wasn’t destined for a career as a busboy, I didn’t like touching food that other people had half eaten and mornings weren’t my thing, but Kingwood kept me around because I hustled, was always on time, and the guests and co-workers liked me.

The summer that I started my busboy career, a movie was being filmed in Clayton and the surrounding areas and many of the cast members were staying at the resort. The movie, “The Long Riders” starred brothers from the Keach and Carradine families, they were the equivalent of the Hemsworth’s today.

It was a heady time in Rabun during the filming of the movie and Kingwood was host for the stars and many of the crew.

As exciting as seeing the Carradine and Keach brothers around Clayton was, for me the excitement was in meeting Fran Ryan, one of the mothers in the movie and for those of us of a certain age, the Hungry Jack Lady….. “Hungry, Hungry Jack!”

The first time I met her, like a star struck schoolboy I said something like, “oh my, you are the Hungry Jack lady.” She looked at me, smiled and said, “no, I am Fran Ryan, and you are?” I told her my name is Ken and she said, “very good, that is how we will address each other from now on.”

Ms. Ryan ate her breakfast in the dining room each morning, she was friendly and very much a grandmother type. “Good morning darlin Ken” was her daily greeting, and as she sat at her table studying her lines, she would politely ask for more coffee or juice. The other actors were all young and rambunctious 20 – 30 something famous Hollywood types. They were friendly, but they especially appreciated the ability that we had to get into the beer coolers when the bars weren’t open. One day mama wanted to go and watch some of the filming. It was in Tiger and one of her students, R.B. Thrift, had a scene. We went down and when Ms. Ryan and the Carradine and Keach brothers all welcomed me and called me by name, it was a treat for me to be able to introduce mama to my “friends” from Hollywood.

As the filming schedule was coming to an end, those of us on the restaurant staff would say our good-byes to the different actors we had met over the summer. On the last morning Ms. Ryan was in the kitchen, she gave me a big hug.

As she walked out of the restaurant, she turned, looked me square in the eye and proclaimed, “Hungry, Hungry Jack” we both laughed and I said, “it was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Ryan.” She gave me a knowing grin and said, “you too darlin’ Ken” and with that she was gone.

It was fun rubbing shoulders with Hollywood but more than the “Hollywood” characters they played, it was more fun just meeting nice people and spending a summer in their brightly lit shadows.

Kendall Rumsey is a resident of Clayton, Georgia. He is owner of the lifestyle brand Of These Mountains, located at 39 East Savannah Street in Downtown Clayton. www.ofthesemountains.com