The Furlow Female College originally stood on this site and after being closed was used as the first public school in Americus, beginning in 1880. It was replaced by this structure, known as the Furlow Grammar School, in 1914.
My friend Joan Holloway shared this treasure and if I understand her correctly, this photograph is Mrs. Glenn’s First Grade class, dressed for what Joan called “Tacky Day”. She notes she was the girl standing in the front row, with white gloves. Joan notes: I attended first and second grades at Furlow. I started after my sister was born in Savannah in October 1944. Mrs. Glenn was my teacher. Then the next year 1944-45 I was in Miss Klebe Kemp’s second grade. The summer of 1945 we moved back to Savannah. Note all the open windows-air conditioning wasn’t known back then..
We were living in Americus in Sep 1943 but the school didn’t want me to be enrolled until I “grew some more.” The next school year my mom was expecting and we returned to Savannah in order for my grandmother to help my mom after she gave birth to my sister. (In those days women stayed in bed for about 30 days after they gave birth.)
I actually attended 38th Street School here in Savannah until mom and baby could safely ride the train home. Furlow School then let me transfer in when we returned to Americus.
Americus was a great little town. I have lots of fond memories of living there. We first lived at 201 East Hill Street. My favorite thing to do there was walk barefoot in the soft red clay after a summer rain. It would be so much fun to feel soft, cool clay squishing up between my toes again! The following day my brother and I would stand in our then hardened footprints.
I really enjoy your photos of Americus. The Lee Street House was the second House we lived in there. Did you know that house has 3 backyards! During the war four families lived in it. The Lees and Hendricks lived downstairs and my family (Thomas) and a young childless couple lived upstairs. I think their name was Hollis. They were crazy about my little sister and she called him “Holly.”
Two old aunts of a well-known war reporter lived next door (to your right as you look at the house). I remember he was married in their backyard and I watched the ceremony from a window. It was the first wedding I ever “attended.”
Americus Historic District, National Register of Historic Places