The boys in the picture above told me their grandmother used to hang clothes on the line, but she's got a dryer now. I asked, "Do you know anybody out this way that might hang out their clothes?"
The older brother replied, "No. Not that I can think of."
He told me his grandmother lived in the little red house down the road. I turned the car around and went to see her. I pulled up close to the back entrance. She came outside, stood near the back door, and told me she couldn't think of a soul who might hang their clothes out to dry. She said, "Folks don't do that anymore. Those days are gone."
I told her plenty of clotheslines were stretched behind the migrant housing nearby, but I didn't see any clothes hanging out to dry. She frowned and said, "Well, I sure ain't gonna hang my clothes outside. I did that for too many years."
I'm still searching for clothes blowing in the wind on a clothesline. That's a picture I want to take.
|housing for migrant workers|
|a wooden bridge over a creek|
|This house is on Excelsior Road. I know the people who used to live there.|
|The kitchen of the house on Excelsior Road.|
|After winding up in Norman Park, I took Hwy 319 back to Tifton. This house is located on 319. Until I stepped on the porch I didn't realize it had been burned.|
|I believe the fire burned wallpaper, uncovering original beadboard on the wall.|
|Brody sniffing around.|
|Migrant workers near Omega.|