Pine Ridge Store, Irwin County

7 Responses to Pine Ridge Store, Irwin County

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2. Martha Darnell

   January 4, 2010 at 3:09 PM

   Brian, I grew up on this farm and I remember Mr Clark Paulk operating the store. His wife, Miss Ethel was my first grade teacher. I appreciate the picture of my home

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   • drtrd

     January 7, 2010 at 11:42 AM

     Thanks SO MUCH Martha, for sharing this information. I’ve been trying to find out this store’s history for five years. Between your help and Dennis Cook’s, I now feel like a weight has been lifted. It’s such a neat old place, and I suspect most who pass it on the highway never even notice it.

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3. Dennis Cook

   January 4, 2010 at 2:10 PM

   Brian, this old store is located on the farm I grew up on. I’m too young to remember anything about the store when it was in operation but my Dad could. Email me and I could get ya’ll in touch. Thanks for these pics and especially the Cook Lake pic.

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   • drtrd

     January 7, 2010 at 11:45 AM

     Thanks for sharing this information, Dennis! I’ve always had a special love for this place. It’s such a great piece of Americana…

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4. drtrd

   January 16, 2009 at 5:01 AM

   Terry, sorry for the delay in replying. Yes, that’s exactly where it’s located. I have always labeled it a store, and since I’ve talked to no one in the know, I have begun to wonder if it weren’t akin to a commissary. Could have been a combination store/feed&seed. Wish someone could let me know. Thanks again for all your encouragement…

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5. Terry James

   January 15, 2009 at 4:23 AM

   Isn’t this old store located between Ocilla and Lax–on the Willacoochee highway? I use it when I’m driving from Fitzgerald to Lakeland.

   Country stores were a treat–I recall ice-encrusted bottles of Coke, pickled eggs dancing rhythmically in an ocean of vinegar, potted meat in silvery cans, brightly-colored cylinders of snuff, Zero bars, crackly bags of salted peanuts, and always three or four men sitting on a bench telling lies.

   You have a great eye for recording interesting scenes. Thanks to you, these old places will live forever–sort of like Ninny Threadgoode’s photographs in Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.

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