Osierfield holds many dear memories for the people who lived and worked here. I’ve shared some of them here.
Randy Sneed writes: I remember so well coming of age in Osierfield, a time when simple things was a way of life, when life was about being a part of Osierfield. The work was hard, the days were long and the summers was hotter than hot. Each day we would stop by Nell Grace’s store for a soda or talk with Nob at the service station. Many of my friends are no longer with us, but every time I find myself passing through Osierfield I can hear their voices and see all their faces. Thinking of Osierfield makes me smile.
Tammy Burden Mays: My Aunt Nelle Grace & Uncle Horace Burden had the store in Osierfield for many years. Then built the tire/service station and round house across the street. So interesting to read these posts from people that knew them. I would love to hear from some of you.
Donna Griffin: Special breaks from the hot July/August tobacco croppings were the trips to Osierfield where Ms. Madie put “it” (cokes, Dr. Pepper, crackers, honey buns, moon pies, peanuts…) on the ticket.
Thanks to Joan Whitley for the identification.
This tenant home was part of the Hopkins Farm.
Madie Denton operated this store from the early 1970s until about 2007. It has been in her family for 100 years. I remember stopping here in the last years it was open, buying cold drinks out of a an old-fashioned chest cooler. My father said he stopped here many times over the years while working for the railroad, as the trains stopped here waiting to go into Fitzgerald. The old Texaco sign is an Osierfield landmark in its own right.
Thanks to Leona Davidson for identifying this old store. She wrote: The abandoned country store belonged to my grandmother Rachel Walsh Kollock. My father has told me many stories about that old store. His family house is still standing around the corner. I was very surprised to see the picture on the web site. My fathers cousin ran the grocery store for many years. I went in there when I was a young teenager. I saw the write up in the paper when they closed the grocery store. Very sad to me. I visit the old store and house from time to time and go to the graveyard where all the Walsh’s are buried. My daddy loved his grandfather Washington Walsh very much!! What a big smile he would have on this face when he talked about him!