That’s how we say “welcome” to our home and come on in here in

the Deep South. I’ve lived here my entire life — nearly seven decades now. My family has called this farm home for five generations. In one

way or another, our lives have always been tied to this land.You

might imagine life here is slow, quiet, maybe even a little dull.

Bless your heart… do I have stories for you.

Pull Up a Chair

Picture this: You’re sitting on a wide, shady porch. There’s a glass

of sweet iced tea in your hand. A plate of pimento cheese and

crackers sits nearby. The air is thick with Georgia heat,

and the stories are just getting started.Now, since we’re meeting

in the virtual world instead of on my porch, I’ll have to share those

stories the old-fashioned way — in writing. And around here?

There’s never a shortage of tales to tell.

A Small Farming Community — Full of Big Stories

This quiet corner of Southeast Georgia holds more history, mystery,

and downright craziness than you’d expect. There’s local lore about Sherman’s March to the Sea cutting straight through our farm — and whispers of a family’s buried silver that has never been found.

There was a feud that lasted for years. A water-witcher once

claimed there were “Indian caves” beneath our driveway. Arrowheads

and pottery shards still turn up in the fields and woods — reminders

of those who lived here long before us. And that’s just the beginning.

We’ve had moonshiners, polygamists, drunks, and would-be

murderers.Teachers. Preachers. Politicians. A lady sheriff. And

plenty of God-fearing folks just trying to make an honest living.

Like I said — never a dull moment.

I’m Glad You’re Here

I hope you’ll stick around, read a while, and enjoy the stories of this

small farming community and the people who’ve shaped it.

And if you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, give me a holler.

Maybe we really can share that porch visit after all. 🌿🥃

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