You can’t miss this landmark when you’re in Lakeland. It stands out in a town full of beautiful homes but it’s so lovingly maintained that it doesn’t feel imposing. Traci Jones writes The Victorian portion was built in 1906 and the back part in the mid 30s. My husband’s [Bob Jones] grandparents–featured in a mural on the Oak St. Side–ran it as a boarding house for 40 years., lovingly referred to as The Jones Hotel. In 1989 his parents remodeled and opened a bed and breakfast. We moved in three years ago and had some remodeling done by some local craftsmen. It serves as our residence, with plans in the future to reopen as a B& B.
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Mount Olive Mud Creek Primitive Baptist Church is one of the oldest and most historic congregations in Lanier County. The church has the traditional appearance of other Hardshell Primitive Baptist meeting houses in Southeast Georgia, except for the white painted walls.
And like most of the Hardshell Primitives in this section of Georgia, there is no indoor plumbing, hence the fancy “outhouse”.
Mud Creek Cemetery
Many area pioneers and Confederate Veterans are buried in its cemetery.
Perhaps the most interesting headstone in the cemetery is this one. I’ve seen some unusual headstones in the hundreds of cemeteries I’ve explored over the past decade, but this has to be among the most unique.
In sharp contrast is this unadorned wooden grave marker, one of several that have survived in this sandy burial ground.
Quite a few have common 19th-century themes, such as this dove.
And of course, there are numerous Confederate veterans buried here. This one marks the final resting place of Iron Cross recipient Sergeant William B. Corbett (1835-1863), Company G, 50th Georgia Infantry.
Thanks to Cathee Boswell for the identification. Danise Johnson Watson writes: I grew up right down from Conine’s (on Hwy 84), and can’t tell you how much the memories of that store and the family mean to me! One precious memory was when my daddy would take me down there and sit me up on the old drink case. I’d enjoy my ice cold coke while listening to the men talk! When I was older, I could ride my bike down to pick up whatever my mama needed. In those days Mrs. Ruth granted all the local folks a charge account. Ah, all the goodies I wanted with just a stroke of her pencil! It breaks my heart to see the store as it (barely) stands today. But all I have to do is close my eyes and once again I’m perched on that old drink box, surrounded by people so precious to me!!