In this beautiful Southern yard, of the nearly forgotten but not-so-distant past, I always see a happy, well-fed cat. The house seems to be begging to have its picture made. A very authentic place it is. In a different version of this photograph that I posted on my personal Facebook page, I called the image “Southern History” because I think in this yard is as much Southern history as you’ll find in any museum. These are the places from which I learn the most.
An update: On 1 February 2018, Dr. Fay Stapleton Burnett wrote: I came by there today; apparently this house was torn down, as it is no longer there. The area has been graded, so I believe the landscape is gone as well. As a child, the Carroll family lived there. Mr. Carroll ran the small grocery store across the road. Rosemary Church Road was dirt at the time, and we lived in the farmhouse just down from here. Mr. Carroll was a fine gentleman – he always wanted me to “try” a piece of a new candy he had, which of course, was just his way of giving me candy! And, Mrs. Carroll had a little Chihuahua, and she fried chicken for the dog everyday! I always thought that was weird…..our dogs just ate scraps!!