THIS EVERYDAY LIFE

Well back again after a shot hiatus caused by that dreaded influenza and that even more dreaded laziness. Well today fortified with antibiotics to combat the last vestiges of the virus and water to starve off dehydration, I set out to venture and explore some of the more desolate locations that I remembered from my childhood. I distinctly remember an old dirt road that connected two of the most historic areas of Liberty County. In the days of my youth it was simply called the shortcut between Riceboro and Midway. Lo and behold in the year 2007 it that road has been designated with some kind of historical essence. It is now called the Liberty Trail. It seems that at sometime in the county's original establishment it was a road that somewhat connected the earlier settlements.

In my youth it was an infrequently traveled and desolate dirt road (many a young girl and boy, I might add lost their virginity in this roads environ) and today it seems even more desolate despite its historical linkage. Wonder if the youngsters of today found the same usage that kids of my generation did.

Well in partnership with my loyal and ever trusty, though mischievous and quite annoying exploration comrade, Riley the Wonder Husky dog, we sat out from Bluffton, SC (the residence of my nurse and friend Margaret, to explore the trails contents. As I said before the trail is as desolate today as it was in my childhood, but now fortified with a lifetime of concern with environmental concerns I found a treasure-trove of beauty in the fauna and landscape. Even in this fall season there is beauty galore. How in the world this area ever escaped the onslaught of development in one of the fastest growing rural areas of Georgia is beyond my imagination. The mini marshes though I must admit has a backdrop of industrial plumage from a somewhat new paper mill located on the Riceboro end. But no matter, and believe it or not the smoke emitting from the stack adds a somewhat eerie beauty itself.

Tmorrow hopefully (if the photo processor is timely), I will have plenty to show you of this road that has served more than just a transit artery.

The photo that I am sharing at this time is a replica of a stable that belonged to a house that was residence of an African American family circa the 19th century. It is located on the Midway end of the Historical Trail and it is named the Seabrook House and is part of an ongoing replication of African American life during that era.. The Trail, I failed to mention is formally designated Cay Creek Road.