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John Dodson Taylor, Sr., in Politics (I)   Leave a comment

AC June 9, 1898, page 4 I

Above:  A Headline from The Atlanta Constitution, June 9, 1898, page 4

Obtained via newspapers.com

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John Dodson Taylor, Sr. (1860-1936), my great-grandfather, was a delegate from Chattooga County.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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AC June 9, 1898, page 4 II

AC June 9, 1898, page 4 III

AC June 9, 1898, page 4 IV

AC June 9, 1898, page 4 V

AC June 9, 1898, page 4 VI

AC June 9, 1898, page 4 VII

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Book Notice, 1883   Leave a comment

AC December 12, 1883, page 3 I

Above:  An Excerpt from The Atlanta Constitution, December 12, 1883, page 3

Obtained via newspapers.com

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My great-grandfather, John Dodson Taylor, Sr. (1860-1936), published a volume of poetry (most of the contents of which I have added to this weblog) in 1883.  The “Book Notices” column of the December 12, 1883, issue of The Atlanta Constitution included a mention of that volume.

AC December 12, 1883, page 3 II

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

The Taylor House in 2004   1 comment

Taylor House 2004 I

Above:  The Taylor House in 2004

This Image and the Other One Courtesy of Randolph Fleming Taylor

I think of an old joke.  Two mature women–neighbors–were speaking across a fence.  One commented that she liked being married to an archaeologist.

The older I become, the more interesting he finds me,

she said.

Older women, in my experience, enjoy that joke more than younger women.

My ancestral family home–which goes back to the 1890s, with stages of construction and one of demolition (there was another wing, removed in the early 1960s)–is like a mature woman and I am like the archaeologist in the joke–I like old buildings.  And I, who have the floor plan committed to memory, want to see the old structure restored to grand dame status.  May house allies in Summerville, Georgia, succeed!  My family–from John D. Taylor, Sr., and his wife, “Hattie,” through my grandparents, John D. Taylor, Jr., and Nell Barrett Taylor, would approve.  And members of the generation preceding mine–my father, my uncle, and my mother–and of my generation also approve.

Taylor House 2004 II

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A Painting by Harriett Stoddard Taylor   Leave a comment

Harriett Stoddard Painting

Above:  A Photograph of the Stolen Painting

Image Courtesy of Randolph Fleming Taylor

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Our family has been blessed with the presence of very talented people in all of its branches.  Writers have abounded.  And some painters have been among us.    Harriett Stoddard Taylor (1865-1932) painted.  And so did another great-grandmother, Nellie Sequin Fox Barrett (1876-1958), as this link attests.

Unfortunately, vandals have stolen the painting shown above, which used to hang in the Taylor house in Summerville, Georgia.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

AUGUST 18, 2013 COMMON ERA

Harriett “Hattie” Stoddard Taylor (1865-1932)   Leave a comment

Harriett Stoddard Taylor

Photograph Courtesy of Randolph Fleming Taylor

She was my great-grandmother, wife of John Dodson Taylor, Sr. (1860-1936).

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

AUGUST 9, 2013 COMMON ERA

The Public Outdoorsie   Leave a comment

Above:  A 1936-1941 Illinois Public Health Poster

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/98508956/)

This poster is a piece of Americana which should not invoke nostalgia, for the “good old days” were not as good as some like to think they were.

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Town Branch enters Summerville through what used to be Bitting’s pasture, now a thriving residential section.  The Branch approached town near the depot and disappeared from view as it neared the confluence with the Chattooga River just south of town.

On this branch, a short distance from the depot, was located one of the most popular sports ever to grace any town–the public outdoorsie!  We were bursting with pride over ours because it was different.  It was a duplex!  More than that, it was a three-holer on each side.  The male of the species entered from the northwest corner, while the distaff contingent were permitted to seek solace through the southwesterly entrance.  As long as it was in existence, it was suspended across Town Branch on sills, only a a few feet from the railroad (near the old Warren’s Ford place).

They tell me that in a nearby state the designers of such installations had made special arrangements for the small fry, with the inclusion of holes graduated for the various age groups.  This may have been well and good, and I take no issue with that state; for, after all, this is a democracy.  However, in our town, we operated on the assumption that the children should arrange to take care of this important function at home, unless Mother Nature saw fit to create a state of emergency; in which case, necessity had to be the mother of invention.

One year Hallowe’en pranksters removed a large sign from the front of the building where our weekly paper was printed.  Next morning, the astonished passengers on the train were informed by the sign that this noble institution astride Town Branch was the SUMMERVILLE GAZETTE.

There was no doubt that this “institution” was the most popular place in town.  This was especially true during court weeks, and horse-trading days, when the path to this place was broadened by the footprints of pilgrims on their way to and from the temple of relaxation.  There were times, during school celebrations, when I have seen boy and girl walk complacently side by side on their pilgrimage, separating only as they reached the proper door.  As I think of these incidents, the soundtrack of my memory seems to play the haunting refrain of a once-popular song:

‘Two by two they go marching through….

Yes, business was always good at the outdoorsie.  It it had been a private enterprise, the manager would have had it made, even though he might have had the dubious title of Johnny Manager!

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, JR.

Leaves in the Wind, pages 12-13

The Depot   Leave a comment

Above:  A Train (1909-1940)

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/npc2008008770/)

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BLOGGER’S NOTE:

The depot my grandfather mentioned was the building of which one finds images at these websites:

http://railga.com/Depots/summerville.html

http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WM2F6W_Summerville_Depot__Summerville_Georgia.

I hope that having pictures of this structure adds to the meaning of my grandfather’s words.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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Though it was always a thrill to visit the courthouse, that building was not the only center of attraction.  Its bitterest opponent for popularity was the depot, a few short blocks away.

It was at the depot that young and old met regularly, four times a day, to welcome the “up” trains and the “down” trains, as they arrived from Rome on the south and from Chattanooga on the north.  At the depot, friend met friend; trades were made; debts were paid; and money was borrowed.  The cotton mill was analyzed regularly, with special emphasis on the number of orders they had on hand.  All the juicy news about the natives cleared at the depot, for the gossips gathered there en masse.  There were so many of these gossip-gluttons that they had to wear safety pins to keep from talking about each other, but their not-so-secret sin was that they did just exactly that!  No modern radio or television station could spread news any more effectively than was done at the depot.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, JR.

Leaves in the Wind, page 12