South Newport, Georgia
In 1949 Agnes Harper, a rural grocer, built this 10 x 15 foot building, the best she could do with limited funds knowing she could not afford the kind of chapel that would do justice to God. She wrote the deed in the name of Jesus Christ. Mrs. Harper died and Rev. G.W. Ward took care of the chapel, holding services plus the occasional wedding or baptism. The reverend died in 1986 and since then various people have volunteered to be caretakers for it. It remains today as a curiosity and a sanctuary for the traveler who seeks rest and escape in a cozy confinement.
Open the door, the light comes on.
Standing at the pulpit one has a good view of all 12 parishioners.
I drove through little Darien thinking I would see something worth taking a photo of since the town was established in 1736. It looked like any other town with its abandoned stores, one hair salon, a Dollar General and two struggling gas stations trying to under-bid each other with prices.
But there was this Spanish Moss laden tree and we all like these.
I was going on about last evening's campsite feeling I was in a tropical rain forest.
The rain had stopped by morning and I took this before pulling out.
Incidentally, the longer the post such as this one is because I had a good strong Internet connection. The short posts, oh it is a struggle. They take longer to put together than these long ones. So now you know.
Some of you ask questions and I do my best to answer but if your post is set up as
(email@example.com) I cannot.
And Ms. Becky, if you see this, something is wrong with your new e-mail address.
Everything comes back as maildelivery failure.