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and i arrive
to that forgotten place
where the only life left
is of that of the sea
and the stars
where once the crowds gathered
and i was happy
but those people were gone now
just like the magic
and the ivy
that once grew around the white house
and flourished against the sun
filled with life -unknown
1851 and still going strong. I like doing these photomerges, the original photo plus my present day photo.
This place hasn’t changed much at all. Still has the original porch lighting 😍😍😍👌👌👌
I love doing these “ghost edits” and usually post them on my fb page during the month of October. Halloween, ya’ll! 👻🎃😍
This dollhouse was left behind in an abandoned antebellum house. It was kind of eerie just sitting there in the middle of the floor.
"My most beautiful hiding places,
places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors,
are made of all that others forgot." -Olga Orozco
First burial 1792.
You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere...
Built in the 1890s, the orignal owner lost the house after going bankrupt. The next owner was a woman with 6 children. She made the children live in the guest house until the age of 16, they were not allowed in the main house.
She is said to still "live" on the property today. "You can hear her heels walking up and down the stairs. She moves pictures off the walls." This home was visited frequently by F. Scott & Zelda Fitzgerald as well.
Tear down the house that I grew up in.
I'll never be the same again.
Take everything that I used to own,
and burn it in a pile
Bulldoze the woods that I ran through.
Carry the pictures of me and you.
I have no memory of who I once was,
and I don't remember your name. -The Avett Bros.
But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.
Abandoned and property sold to adjacent rock quarry. Sink holes surround the property making exploration a true hazard.
Frank Ward's Corner Store
Ward's Corner Store is significant as the earliest remaining evidence of black commerce in Greenville, and as the best remaining local example of a late 19th/early 20th century neighborhood-based business.
The late 19th century marked the beginning of a movement for economic independence among
blacks. This movement resulted in the stimulation of black-owned businesses
during the 1880's and 1 8 9 0 ' s , and the subsequent establishment of a
national network of black businessmen (National Negro Business League) at the turn of the century.
Because Ward's Corner Store was indeed a neighborhood enterprise it gained a popularity that lasted throughout the 1960's. Offering the only establishment or institution for completely informed interaction and socialization,
the store came to serve a purpose beyond its obvious functions.
When Frank Ward died in 1925 after suffering a stroke while giving the "Invitation to Discipleship" in a local church, a lengthy obituary appeared
in the local newspaper and referred to him as "A Prominent Negro Preacher."
According to the article, Ward had been ill well over a year.
It also stated that Ward had many friends among the whites in the community; that
he had for some years "run a small store"; and finally that he had in his safe $1,600 in cash. Today, the grave sites of Ward and his wife are the most imposing in Magnolia Cemetery.
Today, the place sits abandoned and empty in need of restoration.
A little flower of love,
That blossomed but to die.
Transplanted now above
To bloom with God on high.
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