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Jason Salter, my husband is a Stanford from Rebecca, GA. His name is Gary Stanford. His grandfather was Leon C. Stanford, his father was R,L. (Rufus) Stanford who worked for the post office in Rebecca. His Great Aunt Mamie Davis died in the past year at 103 yrs old. R,D. Stanford was his great grandfather. My husband and family lived next door to West Bros. store.
Good Memories! I visited my Aunt and Uncle (Jim and Emma (Adams) King many summers in the 1940’s. Jim had a sawmill, cotton gin and warehouse, and , after he visited us in Florida, worried about his boys not being able to swim, he built a swimming pool. One local boy would sit at the pool entrance with a cigar box to collect the dime admission-if the kids didn’t have a dime, they went in anyway. During the middle 40’s the government furnished German POW’s to work in the sawmill due to the shortage of local labor, and the need for war effort lumber. They also sold fertilizer, seeds, etc to the local farmers on the honor system in an open warehouse. The farmer picked up what he needed-put a note on a sharp spindle on the desk, and my Aunt( a school teacher) would collect the notes and do the bookwork in the evenings. It was a time when your word was your bond, and business was done on a handshake. I long for those days! I spent almost every summer with relatives in Sycamore, Cordele, and Rebecca. My Dad’s family(Adams) in Sycamore had 12 children, so I never ran out of relatives to visit.
I remember my dad, Richard Lane, relating stories about his favorite teacher, Mrs. Emma King. He was very inspired by her.
We lived in Rebecca in the late 60s and my father was the Pastor of Rebecca Baptist Church during that time. It was a perfect place to call home and I still consider it my home town, mainly because I felt like I knew everyone there, which is probably close to the truth. I remember very well Mr. John and Ms. Lee Purswell and they were indeed wonderful people. So many of those folks are vivid parts of my childhood memories and people caring for one another and genuinely being a community was a great thing to be a part of. Small towns where people know all about you and love you anyway should never vanish. Would love to get back there sometime and visit, thanks to all who shared on this site. Walter Burgess
I forgot to give my Grandfather name. John Cornelius Butler
My Grandfather farmed on the Maddox place just outside Rebecca. He was murdered at the Double Creek Bridge on Dec. 4, 1940. He had been at the pool hall that night and had gotten into an agruement with Clay Marchman, who followed him and killed him. If anyone remebers this or has heard of it, I would love to talk with you. I am doing research for a book. Can’t wait to visit Rebecca. Haven’t been there since I was a kid.
Jim Collins thanks for the name of the Cafe. I was a child and never remember looking for the name. When our parents gave us a dollar we would walk to Rebecca for the burgers and sodas. I am so enjoying reading all the history on Rebecca. It was a very busy town when the cotton gin was running. There was a General Store that sold everything from farm equipment to food and clothing. Back in the late 1970’s when I went to Rebecca they had moved the General Store about a half mile down the road toward Ashburn. I will be in Georgia the end of this month and I will again visit Rebecca as I always do….just for the memories.
I grew up 2 miles outside of Rebecca from 1957 to 1966. I remember as a child walking to a cafe in Rebecca to get a hamburger and a soda. We were black so we had to go to the back and wait for the food. We would walk about a mile from Rebecca and sit on the side of the road and eat our burger. Those were the best burgers I’ve ever had. When ever I return to Georgia I always ride through Rebecca just to look, and remember those hard times way back then. We purchased a retirement home in Fitzgerald, Ga and plan on moving back home soon. I don’t care where you go in this world, there’s no place like home.
The cafe you refer to was sellers cafe, I believe. Mrs. Bessy Sellers was the owner. I never had the chance to eat one of those hamburgers but have ate many meals at her home and many slices of 14 layer chocolate cake ate her house, As a child in the 80’s she enjoyed having company in her grandchildrens absents.The cafe has been torn down to make way for her granddaughters home but I spent many hours playing the field that was right behind it beside her house. If you get a chance stop by the city hall and take a look at the old photos that are displayed and share your memorys. Also this saturday there will be a 4th of july celebration at the covered pervilion right across the street from where the cafe was. lots of good food and fellowship.
The old cafe was the Rebecca Cafe and was owned and operated by Bessie Sellars. The place to be back in the 60s on a Friday night was eating fried catfish or mullet at the Rebecca Cafe. People would be waiting for a table (there were only 3 or 4 plus a counter). The burgers were the very best I’ve ever eaten as well. Ms. Thrower I remember you’re family.
Yes. Actually, the Rebecca Cafe,run by my grandmother, was located beside where the Rebecca Community Center is now. My grandfather, however, had a gas station located where my home is now. I love hearing those old stories about the cafe and those who went there often. It also makes me happy to have been fortunate enough to enjoy my Mema’s hamburgers!
A few comments about Rebecca, Ga., the town where I grew up. I remember many of the places mentioned in the comments already made. Rebecca Cafe, operated by Mrs. Bessie Sellars was the place to be on Friday nights, eating fried catfish and mullet. The fish, hush puppies and the burgers were the very best. (Mrs Thrower Jones, I remember your family).
The Rebecca swimming pool owned by Mr James T. King was operated by my daddy and mother for many summers. The pool water was used to cool the Diesel engine that ran the cotton gin. And yes it smelled lik Clorox because we drained and cleaned it every week (Swim Wed-Sun and closed for cleaning and refilling Mon-Wed).
Remember the Stanford family well. Mr. Julius and Mrs Mamie Davis were an important part of our community since Mr. Julius was the only one around who could fix a television. He was also a beekeeper. I grew up in Youngs Chapel And Rebecca Methodist Church.
I delivered the Albany Herald on my bicycle for many years so I knew almost all the folks living in Rebecca in the 60s.
No better place to grow up !
Those were the best burgers because they made from real meat back then.
My husband and I just bought a house on Ashley Street in Rebecca. Would love any information on the town, house. We look forward to living there.
Jim this Photo brings back so many memories for me, the side walk I skated on with my friend’s so many year’s ago. Wow awsome , the year 1962-1965. I lived with my Uncle John Purswell and Aunt Lee. What wonderful people they were. I miss them every day. Thanks for this site and the Photo’s.
I am also looking for pictures of the front rooms.
My husband and I bought the home that had belonged to your Aunt and Uncle. I must tell you, everyone that we meet that knew them speak very highly of the. Feel free to contact me.
My Granny and Grand daddy Massey lived in Rebbeca. For the first 6 yrs I lived with them and have so many wonderful memories of those days. Running outside to see the crop duster plane as he came down low, walking to the fillin station for coke and peanuts, my uncle Arnold always leaving a brownie under my pillow for me to find when I woke, all the men coming over to east breakfast before going to work in the fields, and yes falling into a giant ant bed. Those days are long gone along with my grandparents but the memories I will always hold dear. When I pass my only wish is to be buried in the Bundrick family plot in Rebecca.
My father’s first cousin was the postmaster for almost 50 years. His name was Edward Snow. I used to go with my dad to visit and talk with him when I was just a small boy.
You speak of my grandfather, I loved the man so dearly.
There was never a finer man than Edward Snow.
Rebecca isn’t a ghost town. We’ve still got a faithful population of 250 people. We all know each other and are thriving.
I love Rebecca…I mean nothing negative by that term. Just referring to the loss of the old places.
My Home….I remember when it was a booming little town
I lived about 5 miles from there until I was 18 and I can remember when each building was occupied, that was in 1963, before then it had started to fade away but my younger days were full of visiting the grocery store getting a coke with peanuts and an Ice Cream Cone, those were the days! There also was a pool there. Each Sunday my Mom and Dad would take us kids over for a swim in this pool that smelt like bleach. One thing for sure when we left we were very clean. The pool and its surrounding building has been gone and buried for many, many years. In fact it was directly behind the cotton Gin building on the left as you are going out of the town. I wish you could find pictures of its bustling day. Thanks for the memories and yes it is a ghost town now, but ghosts still hang around don’t they. This small town is where the murder took place several years ago with the Wideman family. It is an unsolved murder of 4 people.
Thanks for your memories, Betty.
Passed through that very stretch last evening, but it wasn’t till I saw your photograph that I began to wonder – ‘which came first, the tracks or the buildings, opposite!’
The tracks came first the buildings didnt get put there till about the 1920s
hello there im wondering if any of you all remember the Stanford family that lived in Rebecca? R.D. Stanford section forman on the RR. my great grandaddy. Also Wedthu Berry his sister was an operator. Leon Stanford ran the store. Mammie Davis has lived in Rebecca for 102 yrs. She married Julious Davis a long time resident. Roscoe and Francis Spivey were members of Youngs Chapel t one time. All the Stanford family were raised in YoungsChapel the to Rebecca methodist. All the Gibbs family were from that area and were membrs of Salem Baptist church. All these are my family
Thanks for this information, Jason. Much appreciated.
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