Archive for the ‘Chattooga County Georgia 1970s’ Category

Boy and Squirrel   Leave a comment

Boy and Squirrel

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor


As I recall, Sally Taylor, my mother, made this for me in the 1970s, when we lived in Summerville, Georgia.  The covered backing is cardboard.  The item, although worth little monetarily, is priceless to me.



Kenneth Randolph Taylor, Quite Young   Leave a comment

Self as a Young Child

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor


Here is an image of me from the 1970s, when I was a little tike.



Chattooga High School, Summerville, Georgia, 1973 Annual Dedication   Leave a comment

Nell Taylor 1973

Image from the Save the Taylor House Facebook Page



The text in honor of my grandmother:

…to Mrs. Nell Taylor for her many years of hard work and loyalty to Chattooga High School.

It was an appropriate dedication.



Opera Trip, Chattooga High School, Summerville, Georgia, 1970-1971   Leave a comment

Opera Trip 1970-1971

Image from the Save the Taylor House Facebook Group



Nell Barrett Taylor (my grandmother, standing at the back and right) and one Mrs. Grant took a group of students at Chattooga High School, Summerville, Georgia, to an opera performance during the 1970-1971 school year.

Language and Fine Arts Department, Chattooga High School, Summerville, Georgia, 1973   Leave a comment

CHS Language Department 1973

Photograph from the Save the Taylor House Facebook Group



Nell Barrett Taylor, my grandmother, is second from the right on the front row.



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


It Really is Christmas!   Leave a comment


Above:  Live Nativity, St. Teresa’s Episcopal Church, Acworth, Georgia, December 22, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta



It really, truly is Christmas!

And nothing have I to bring,

Nothing have I purchased

To give to this baby-King!


No baubles or garlands or tinsel

Have I to hang near this manger bed,

No tags or soft cuddly blankets,

Only my heart’s yearning instead.


A yearning have I to live closer

To Him every single day,

To show His great love to others

As I go along Life’s way;


A glowing face that quickly smiles

At others on Life’s road;

A spirit that grows sweeter

As He lifts my heavy load.


Compassion for these who are burdened,

Who seem held in the grip of despair;

A prayer for all who hunger

For His warm and loving care.


A cheery word to all I meet,

A smile of joy and peace

That comes to those who’ve found

His comfort and release.


These, yes these are the things I can bring

To Christ as my gifts today;

To lay at His nail-pierced feed

In gratitude for Christmas Day!



Grandparents and Their Granddaughter   Leave a comment

1969 (II)

Above:  John D. Taylor, Jr., and Nell Barrett Taylor, December 1972, at Summerville, Georgia


1969 (I)

Now with their granddaughter, my sister, Barbara


Photographs courtesy of Barbara Taylor Jackson


Old Photographs and Related Memories   4 comments

Taylor House 1930sAbove:  The Taylor House, Probably in the 1930s

Two months ago I wrote the following post:  At the time the fate of the old house seemed doomed.  The house where my great-grandfather (John Dodson Taylor, Sr.) and great-grandmother (“Hattie” Stoddard), my grandfather (John Dodson Taylor, Jr.) was born and lived my grandmother (Nell Taylor) lived, where my uncle (Randy Taylor) and father (John Dodson Taylor, III) grew up, and where my sister (Barbara Jackson) and I spent part of our childhoods with Mom (Sally Taylor), Dad, and Grandma seemed to be near destruction.  And it might still be so, but there is a local grassroots effort ( to save and restore the old place.  May it succeed!  And may the house cease to sit idle.  No, may it have a use which is positive for the community.  I think that an educational component would be most appropriate, given the value our family has placed on books and learning.

The above picture shows the house as it was when my great-grandfather was still alive.  The white paint job did look better.

Taylor House Circa 1950

Above:  The House Circa 1950

I, being born when I was, never saw the old north wing, shown here on the right.  But it does look lovely, does it not?  I recall Dad saying that it lasted until the early 1960s.

Grandparents 1967

Above:  My Grandparents in 1967

I never knew my grandfather, for he died three years after I was born.  Yet I am confident that I would like to have known him.

I recall aspects of the house for which I have no pictures.  In the bedroom next to where the north wing had been, for example, there was a small kitchen attached.  My grandparents used to rent out that bedroom, kitchen, and north wing as an apartment.  And I remember the old garage in the back of the house.  Getting a car back there now would be quite an accomplishment!

A renovation and restoration of the house would be a great task.  To reopen blocked doorways would give old house a good, more period-specific look.  I, as a history buff, like old things.  So old houses fascinate me.

My life is elsewhere.  The congregation closest to my spiritual type is in Athens, Georgia, for example.  But I am keenly aware of my family’s roots in Summerville, Georgia.  And I want the old house to become a vital part of the community again.





Requiem for a House   2 comments

Family Home Circa 1908

Above:  The John Dodson Taylor, Sr., Home Circa 1908, When It Was New

Photograph Courtesy of Sharon Foster Jones, on June 14, 2012


Today my mother, Sally Taylor, called me and told me that the family house, pictured above, will cease to exist soon.  This is structure in which my great-grandfather, John Dodson Taylor, Sr., lived; my grandfather, John Dodson Taylor, Jr., was born then lived; my grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, lived; my father, John Dodson Taylor, III, and my uncle, Randolph Fleming Taylor, grew up; and my sister, Barbara, and I lived for a few years.  Nobody has lived there since 2001, when my grandmother died.  The house was hardly in its best condition then, but now the roof is caving in and the local government requires the demolition of the house.  There is nothing to salvage from inside the house, for vandals have stripped it without so much as a police report to document when this happened.

This is sad news.  Yet I know that one should not become overly attached emotionally to inanimate objects, which come and go, even if they do last for a relatively long period of time.  I do harbor serious questions, though, about the degree to which neighbors were observant and the police were vigilant.