This was probably an old farmhouse at one time but appears to have served more recently as a hunting cabin.
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I’m unsure as to the date of this structure, but I believe it’s late 19th-century. Rick Becton writes: My father told me this was the Section House for the Central of Ga Railway. My great-grandfather was a Section Foreman and this was his company owned house-so I was told. My grandfather, M. Ross Becton, was supposedly born in this house. Clayton Rhodes also notes: My grandmother, Bessie Parker Clayton, lived in this house for a few years around 1950. We called it the old conductor’s house which implied a connection to the railroad…
The old store still stands where Jack Leigh shot the iconic photograph “Mr. Hazel and His Dog Buster” for his classic The Ogeechee: A River & Its People. Hazel Frawley and Jack Leigh are both gone now, but many photographers still make the trip to Scarboro to see this old place. Here are some musings by Leigh on his visit to Scarboro: On an old logging road, cracked and broken from years of neglect, where the red clay is slowly covering what’s left of the pavement, Hazel Frawley’s general store still stands. A short distance down the road, the skeletal remains of a wooden bridge stretch across the Ogeechee like ancient crosses in a forgotten graveyard…Nothing much comes this way any more, but the little clapboard store remains open. Mr. Hazel has run this store for over forty years, and he can remember when he sold everything from coffins to candy. The shelves are virtually bare now, except for a few canned goods and several different sizes of wash tubs that hang form the overhead rafters. Those who travel the Ogeechee River have been stopping by the store for as long as anyone can remember, stopping by for a Moon Pie and an RC Cola. –Jack Leigh, The Ogeechee: A River & Its People, UGA Press, Athens, 1986.
C. J. Bremer wrote to say that his great-grandfather, G. E. Burns, owned this store in the early 1900s. Bob Dailey recalled: My grandparents lived about 300 yards from Mr. Hazel’s store. I spent the better part of my childhood summers on the front porch of that old store. I had a sack full of penny candy in one hand and the other scratching the ears of Buster or one of the other dogs hanging around. This old building holds a special place in my heart.