R. Bayne Stone writes: This was originally the Graham post office. It is hard to see, but there are still bars on the windows. After a time Graham could not support a full-time staffed Post office and it was moved to my Great-Uncle Milledge Stone’s grocery store and staffed part time by his daughter. This building (the abandoned post office) was crudely converted to a residence. You can barely see the eve of the bathroom added and a front entrance on the front facing the railroad. Across the railroad there stands what once was a huge beautiful home and across from it was a bank and a movie theater.
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I made this photograph in 2010 and somehow forgot all about it until working on my archives today. It’s quite unusual to see a horse being hitched at a convenience store, though I’m sure Surrency once had more than its fair share of horses. These young men even made sure to “park” the horses within the marked parking spaces.
I photographed this house in 2010. Larry Dixon writes: This house was built in the early 50s by my father Kenneth Dixon and Solomon Griffis. The property was owned by my grandfather A.M. Dixon who lived just N.W of SR-203 on Dixon Road. It was built to house the farmhands that worked for my grandfather. There was Slim, Gladys his wife, Mary Ellen their daughter, and Rosa, Gladys’ mother. They were a black family well respected in the community and loved by my family. I have tried several times to locate the family to no avail.
This is a new edit of a photograph made in late 2010. After traveling past the place for several years without knowing the house existed, I was amazed when the property owners cleared the land and exposed it. It’s among the nicest examples of so-called Cracker style I’ve seen. Larry Dixon writes: This is the very house my father was born in. My father was Kenneth Dixon, and was born in 1926 to A. M. (Bug) and Josey Miles Dixon. The property is now owned and maintained by my father”s first cousin.
Jesse Bookhardt commented on the original version on 9 February 2012: I was born in a share cropper’s cracker shack like this one and seeing them still evokes strong emotions. We need never forget our heritage though for many of us we have long left that world behind. Once you have South Georgia sand in your brogan shoe, it never completely leaves.