Southern Places

Author’s Note: The day after Thanksgiving my mom and I drove to Danburg just over the line in Wilkes County. That afternoon transported us to a time when Danburg was far more than a small place at a country crossroads. It was a place where people prospered. It lives on in isolation with reminders of former glory and family here and there.


Ecologists love remnant habitat: places where time has yet to ruin what nature so carefully assembles. Generally we can thank isolation for pockets of remnant habitat. The self-centered modern world builds highways far beyond them and then forgets they exist. Here and there you can also find remnant habitat for man: communities of the past. Danburg is such a place. Glance at the map and you clearly see that Danburg sits off the beaten path. If you pass through the community of Danburg you are lost or you come there for a reason.

Mom and I went for a reason: to see places she had told me about when I was a boy. Mom grew up in the northern part of the county and she had friends and family that lived in Danburg. She speaks often of the place. A school and gymnasium were there and many of her childhood memories involve Danburg. Many times she’s mentioned this spot in the road that’s more than a spot in the road. “Historic hamlet” comes to mind. The Confederate gold train came through here. Along that road, Highway 44, sits an old home referred to as the Matthews Farm Place. This circa 1910 Victorian home is no ordinary home. The doctor who delivered my mom, Dr. McNeil, lived there at the time she was born. Down its driveway he went to bring my mother into the world. And now we both were back remembering those long ago days.

Pink Anderson House
Pink Anderson House

Dr. McNeil would have passed the Pink Anderson House, a place mom remembers well though she never went inside. This stately home on the National Register of Historic Places is a Greek Revival home. It most likely incorporates an earlier building Dr. W. D. Quinn erected in the 1790s. So says the research. John Anderson later built the home as it appears today. The home’s columns came from Savannah, the mirrors and cornices from England. New York and Chicago provided the home’s fine furniture and curtains. A 24 x 35 foot banquet room and stone kitchen stood in a separate building connected to the main home by a breezeway.

The last Anderson to live in the home was Miss Pink Anderson, thus my mom’s reference to the place as the Pink Anderson home. Miss Pink lived there during the Great Depression. Money was beyond tight and the formal gardens and fountain vanished as vines and undergrowth took over.

The home sat empty for many years until 1962 when mom’s Uncle Ernest Walker bought it and remodeled it. The roof of the old kitchen and dining room had fallen in, leaving the walls standing. Down they came, demolished.

Richard Simms bought the home in 1972, adding a porch in the back. Research says too that Vinnie and Roderick Dowling currently own this old home. It’s beautiful. The home and its columns squarely face the road. A large holly and magnolia contest each other for space and both conspire to hide one of the columns gracing the home. A classic white picket fence fronts the building, which sits right at the edge of Highway 44.

Danburg is quaint and, it turns out, difficult to research. Stymied and a bit frustrated I received some suggestions and phone numbers. I made a few calls. One led to Robert “Skeet” Willingham who’s written the history of Wilkes County. He graciously returned my call and we had a lively talk about Danburg, a unique monument, and two old stores.

Mr. Majors's Store
Mr. Majors’s Store

“Those old stores shut down twenty-five to thirty years ago,” said Skeet. The two abandoned stores face each other at a slight angle near the Pink Anderson house. An old gas pump graces one store that sits on stacks of brick.

The Good Old Days
Gas in the Good Ol’ Days

Old, sure enough. Its old Erie pump, eaten up with rust, last rung up gas at thirty-one cents a gallon. “Mr. Major operated that store,” said Skeet. In the window of the other store is an old advertisement for Winston Super Kings. Strangely enough the ad has not faded. It appears as if were printed yesterday.

Smokes, Appropriately Locked Away
Smokes, Appropriately Locked Away
Boyd's Monument
John Boyd’s Monolith

A country lane runs by this store with the cigarette ad and between the lane and store stands a monolith, but no ordinary monument. Each side of the monolith pays tribute to a group of people, some of whom were in direct conflict. One side honors veterans of World Wars I and II, Korea, and Vietnam. “Our debts to these veterans are equally vast, for their sacrifices were too often undervalued by the public at the very time they were made.” Another side honors “black citizens of the village.” Carved into the blue granite are these words: “Entrapped involuntarily in a system of servitude until 1865. They were thereafter entangled with the white citizens in a system of cotton-tenant-farming that exploited both through 1945 for the advantage of northern industrial capitalism. Both bondages were born by the black citizens with incredible fortitude, patience and humor.”

Another side honors the memory of ante-bellum and Confederate leaders. “If their ideal of slavery was undoubtedly unjust, the quality of their public service was superb.” The monolith’s desk-like slanting top honors the families who settled near Danburg. ” A final side is dedicated to the memory of the vanquished British loyalists of 1776.

Skeet told me that Danburg native John Boyd directed the creation of this monument, which was chiseled from Elbert County blue granite. “Boyd was a top executive of an insurance company in Jacksonville,” said Skeet. “He loves history and wanted to record and honor it.”

Skeet said Danburg was a well-educated and sophisticated community that took its name from New Englander, Samuel Danforth, the town’s first postmaster. The original spelling was “Danburgh” but the “h” was dropped. The first name for the community was New Ford as in New Ford Creek. In an aside, my Granddad Walker said he had heard the Confederate gold had been buried in New Ford Creek, yet another twist to this tale of lost gold, yet another thread of history in the tapestry that is Danburg.

Danburg Baptist Church
Danburg Baptist Church

Just beyond the monolith, farther down the lane, sits the Danburg Baptist Church. Mom and I stopped there and walked through the cemetery. There we found the grave of cousin Clara Rhodes Blackmon who died in 1989. She was born in 1897, which would make her close to sixty by the time I was a boy old enough to be a smart alec. I don’t recall the lady but I remember hearing that she liked to be firm with misbehaving children and she always got in the last word. The story goes that I, having been in a blackberry patch, had picked up some chiggers. And chiggers, being the irritating critters they are, were giving me a hard time down there in you-know-where-ville. Being young, a mere boy, I did what boys do. I had my hand down there scratching away. Cousin Clara upon seeing my shameful behavior reprimanded me, “Boy, just what do you think you are doing!”

Without missing a beat I responded, “I have a little bird here that goes tweet, tweet, tweet. Do you want to see it?”

Cousin Clara, mortified, said not one word. Looking over her stone I thought about that day and I seemed to recall a stout lady. I could see her with her hand over her mouth stunned into silence. She’s been gone twenty-three years now.

Farther down the lane from the Danburg Baptist Church sits the original New Ford Baptist Church. “An architectural treasure,” said Skeet. He explained that it has an early Victorian porch construction, which renders it less modest than most churches.

The day wore on and the brilliant blue November sky darkened. As fall’s blue shadows crept over fields and roadways we turned toward Beulah Church where we walked amid stones in its cemetery. There we visited relatives, and I saw a familiar name on a headstone, Culbertson, a fallen classmate.

Later as we drove into Lincolnton, I spotted another classmate Dwain Moss and his wife Pat in the yard of Miss Azalean Wansley’s old home. Miss Wansley taught me in the fifth grade and I clearly could see her old mint green Chevrolet in the yard where we stood. We turned around, parked, and chatted with Dwain and Pat. Much of our talk centered on historic Goshen Street, old homes in the county, and how sad it was that so many of the county’s historic structures have been lost. The old jail and the Guillebeau Inn were mentioned. Dwain told me too that Miss Wansley’s old car ended up with a car buff in Lexington, South Carolina. Perhaps I’ll see it here, across the Savannah.

Talking with Dwain who writes about Lincoln County’s history made for a fitting end to an afternoon devoted to the past. Contemporary life easily deflects us from the past but the past is patient and it waits for those few souls willing to set time aside to visit it. I was glad to have such a fine day.

Connecting with the past isn’t a bad way to spend an afternoon. In fact it’s a great way to better understand what our parents and grandparents experienced in their youth. We are all just passing through and we’ll be gone far longer than we are here. It’s comforting to think that someday when we are long gone our descendants will pay us a visit and for a fleeting moment remember and even honor us with memories once thought lost but awakened by a visit with the past. Other Danburgs are out there. Lets hope our children don’t forget that they exist.

Images: All of the photos use in the story were taken by the author, Tom Poland.

Tom Poland

Tom Poland, A Southern Writer – Tom Poland is the author of fourteen books, 550 columns, and more than 1,200 magazine features. A Southern writer, his work has appeared in magazines throughout the South. Among his recent books are Classic Carolina Road Trips From Columbia, Georgialina, A Southland, As We Knew It, Reflections of South Carolina, Vol. II, and South Carolina Country Roads. Swamp Gravy, Georgia’s Official Folk Life Drama, staged his play, Solid Ground.

He writes a weekly column for newspapers and journals in Georgia and South Carolina about the South, its people, traditions, lifestyle, and changing culture and speaks to groups across South Carolina and Georgia. He’s the editor of Shrimp, Collards & Grits, a Lowcountry lifestyle magazine.
Governor McMaster conferred the Order of the Palmetto upon him October 26, 2018 for his impact upon South Carolina through his books and writing because “his work is exceptional to the state.”

Tom earned a BA in Journalism and a Masters in Media at the University of Georgia. He grew up in Lincolnton, Georgia. He lives in Columbia, South Carolina where he writes about Georgialina—his name for eastern Georgia and South Carolina.

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  1. Eileen Dight

    I much enjoyed your account of an afternoon, an era, a beautiful house and personal memories interwoven. It was fun to see the boy, the man and the aunt in one glimpse. I like your reminder that we are all just passing through.

  2. Tom, you’ve done it again. Another charming reverie. I thoroughly enjoyed the trip. cheers

  3. Thanks, Tom, for the trip down memory lane! My family made regular Sunday afternoon rides to Danburg to visit some of those Blackmon relatives. My memories include fried chicken and rambling in the woods at Aunt Fannie and Uncle O.B.’s farm. I honestly don’t remember Clara Blackmon, but will check with Daddy to see who she was.

    1. I also had an Aunt Fanny … could it be we are related? thanks!

    1. Thanks Frank … I hope all is well up your way!

  4. The store building with the gas pump out front was never run by Mr. Major- his store was the one across the road. We bought the Major house in 1983 and Tom Seigler had bought the store from Mr. Major not too long before we moved in the Major house. :)

  5. Awesome story. I live on 44 right down the road from the chennault place. I have found many Indian artifacts here. All found in one general area. Do you know the Indian heritage here? I know beards fort was built down the road for protection. I think its possible furious Indians took the gold before they were weeded out

  6. Not sure if you are still following up on this site. I really enjoyed your blog. My wife and I went to Wilkes County this past weekend. We drove down Hwy 44 and saw all of the landmarks you mentioned. Being from Jacksonville Florida, we did feel like we had gone back in time. My father grew up in Wilkes county and has such fond memories of the area. We were on an geneological exploration and visted six cemeteries and the library. We stayed in the Fitzpatrick Hotel in Washington.
    We plan on visiting again.

  7. This great news to know people are interested in Danburg Ga.I was born in Danburg,my father Mose Rucker share cropped for Mr.Odell Mulbern.We had a large farm,and we lived in the old Wolf home.I remember walking to Mr.Steve Linsey store at the crossroad.We moved to Evans Ga Thanksgiving day 1950.I will always call this beautiful place home…..Christine Rucker Houser

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