I remember your having told me that is where you
live. I believe that you are the one who helped my
sister and me and my cousin and me when we were in
Greenville by letting us follow you in our cars.
Mama looked at her chances of entering the County
Home from a little different perspective.
What she said was that things had to improve since
she already lived near door to the "poor house," as
she called it.
Since you do live on County Home Road and since our
childhood home is still standing, you can look at our
home and get a general picture of the County Home.
The shape of both from the road were the same. The
front entry and front doors were the same. Both were
also painted white--why someone has since been
inspired to paint ours grey, I don't know.
The front doors of both led into a hall off which
the other rooms branched. The hall of the County Home
had a crystal chandelier hanging a few feet from the
front door, where Mama preferred floor lamps. No doubt
her choice was dictated by the fact that the glare
from a chandelier was too intense for Uncle Mark.
Bright lights therefore prevented his seeing clearly
in addition to the fact that the glare caused him
The bedrooms of the County Home branched off the
hall on either side just as ours did. The kitchen,
like ours, was at the back of the house with an
adjoining dining room.
If I remember correctly, the kitchen and dining
room were not separated from the rest of the house by
branching porches as ours was. We had about 12 feet of
what today would be considered a deck between our hall
door and the kitchen door. Both the kitchen and dining
rooms had separate entries off the back porch, but the
County Home did not.
I played there as a girl with the granddaughter of
the Superintendent and his wife, and sometimes she
came to my house when I didn't know she was visiting
her grandparents. She had an older brother who was
several years older than I. He was really nice, but he
was definitely not interested in playing with girls!
Mama and Mrs. Wilson ("Eva") were close friends,
and she often took me with her when visiting Mrs.
Wilson. Mrs. Wilson always served coffee in the
sitting room across from the living room. Her living
room actually contained a writing desk and sofa and
chairs, just like Mama's. There she mostly read. Her
telephone was in the living room as well, so she also
conducted business there. Friends and family gathered
either in the sitting room next door, where we spent
most of our visits, or the kitchen.
The floors, like ours, were wood. Like Mama, Mrs.
Wilson kept hers polished to the point that they gave
off a warm glow, especially in the early to
mid-afternoon sun. The hall floor looked as if it were
covered in gold beneath the chandelier. I, for one,
The house had full-length windows, like ours. If
you look at those on the front and sides of our house,
you can imagine those of the County Home.
Now, all I need to do is to go through my materials
at home and see if I have a picture of our house, when
it was painted white, and one of the County Home to
share with you. One of Mama's friends frequently took
pictures outside our house, and some of these have at
least a view of the County Home.
Good to hear from you, Carol
> If you get any pictures, maybe you could put them on
> the website. I just do
> remember the "Old County Home". My mom and her
> sisters would say, "I guess
> one day we will end up in the Old County Home."
> I live on County Home Rd. and love the name has
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