Phil Odom's blog about the so called drag strip between McLarry's curve and Mt McIntosh is certainly food for thought to me. I was born in a modest frame house located just about halfway between the curve and the railroad which was a distance of about three miles. Back in my early years the Atlantic Coastline Railroad at McIntosh had three sets of rails, a northbound rail and a southbound rail as well as a side track which extended from the trestle at the Peacock canal a little over two miles south of U.S. HWY 84 (then HWY 82) also known as Ga. HWY 38 and Oglethorpe highway as well as my favorite moniker Old Sunbury Road.
     Up until the demise of Fraser Lumber Company in the late fifties McIntosh was a bustling little community. Fraser Lumber Company consisted actually of three separate sawmills and one large and modern (by the standards of the time)dry kiln and planner mill.
    The "crossing at McIntosh" consisted of  three sets of rails and although it was frequently "worked" by railroad workers, due to very heavy rail traffic on all three sets of tracks. In spite of  frequent maintenance the crossing for automobiles was always rough. From nearly a mile and a half away we could on quiet days hear cars which were traveling fast as they crossed the rails at McIntosh and moments later passed our place. Then with some (such as Dr. Middleton)  we could hear them slow down for McLarry's curve. I'm not sure of the distance but I think from curve to crossing it is about three miles as I said above.
     As I sit today on a not so quiet afternoon and hear cars and trucks virtually uninterrupted I am lost in thoughts of learning to ride a bicycle in front of my birthplace.
     At any rate the imaginary race described by Phil Odom is in fact almost non-stop most of the time now. The Eastern end is now between Mt. McIntosh and the new intersection of Ga. 196 AKA THE FLEMING SHORT CUT. The western end of the race track is at a deadly virtual ninety degree curve at the intersection of OLD SUNBURY ROAD and US 84 in Flemington the location of the modern Parker's on the site of the original MCLARRY'S which had formerly been PAUL'S PLACE.
     In reading Phil's story I found it very amusing when he told of the frustrated motorists who madly dashed down the old Cassell's road as well as the now non functioning by pass in their attempt to go around and beyond the snarl of delayed traffic stalled atop Mt. McIntosh as it slowly backed traffic to the curve at the eastern end of the legendary race track.
     Reading that spoof I was slowly reminded of a Budweiser beer poster in McLarrys. I remember it very well. It was a copy of a well know painting of a scene out west where the Indians were stampeding the buffalo over a cliff in order to harvest meat, bone and hide for use in sustaining themselves. The picture graced the eastern wall of the dining room at McLarrys.
    I found an illustration of that painting on the internet a couple of days ago and we have it here for all to see.

Coastal Majesty

Johnny Henderson has been kind enough to share some scenes of our beautiful views on the coast. The pictures will appear two or three times weekly.

Welcome to this site.  By the time anyone new reads this or any other commentary posted on this site we will all have a fresh memory of the mega Bradwell Lions reunion which was held Saturday November 16 at the old Dorchester school in Dorchester.

I want to start this by saying thank you to all who helped to cause this reunion. As I was growing up family reunions were a large part of my childhood. It is with these thoughts in mind that I have undertaken this little project. While I can use a computer and email, facebook  and so forth my skill is very limited and I will be depending very heavily on my younger friends to keep this functioning.

I want any and all who are interested to contribute commentary and pictures of the local area but please understand that as you post something it will not necessarily be posted immediately because I don't want anyone to post any abuse or insulting comments. This site will be monitored daily and I hope many of you will join us in memory lane. My son Jamey is my technical partner in this undertaking and without his assistance I would not be able to do this. As most folks know I was still a teenager when Jamey was born. We virtually grew up together and he has always been more like a little brother than a son. Now that we are both toward possibly the latter days I am determined to create a collection of pleasant memories about the low country coastal region and the way things were back in our time living on the edge of the Goshen swamp.
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