While I was out photographing with Mike McCall today, we ran into Jimmy Parker, who noted that he was born in this cabin and restored it in recent years.
This commissary was part of the family’s timber and turpentine operations and was at its busiest during World War II.
South Georgia Snowstorm, 2018
From what someone who once lived in the community told me about Wefanie, I believe this was used as a tenant house for turpentine workers. Though it doesn’t resemble most turpentine cabins I’ve photographed, I’ll identify it as such until I know differently. Along with the privy and barn in the two posts that follow this one, it was recently exposed when the surrounding woods were thinned.
Wefanie was never really a town in the proper sense of the word, but was a busy logging and turpentine community with its own whistle-stop in its prime. I have no idea where the name originates.
The cardboard seen below was used for insulation.
As the Fanta carton would suggest, this was probably occupied well beyond the turpentine era. This is one sight I’m glad to see vanishing.
Old privies, or outhouses as they’re more commonly known in our neck of the woods, are quite rare these days. They’re still found at some country churches and a few people have retained them on family properties, but most seen today are reproductions put to other uses, such as tool or potting sheds.