For Georgiamum

That house is older than our city here....lol! Sounds like some lovely original discoveries. I'd prefer this to the sub too.

Unfortunately we have no sub-floors but are putting in hardwood, finishing the upstairs and putting in some modern conveniences like indoor plumbing! And adding an addition for our growing family. The plaster walls are a pain and for some reason some of the ceilings were lowered.

What a great project ... and the rewards will be immense when it's all done! Lovely old house ... and I'm sure it will be even lovelier when all the renovating is over.

I'm intrigued, what does sheetrocked mean please, and what's a subdivision ?

If I may, sheetrock is a fire retardent wall material that comes in sheets to be hung against the frame enclosing insulation and than sealed and painted.

A subdivision is property divided into small plots where houses are constructed usually in rows of the same or repeats of a few designs. These are most common along the fringes of cities on large residential groups.

Ah, thanks Gt :-)

Sure :-)

I was going to be a little more sarcastic in my definition of subdivision, Greenthumb, but I must admit, I was at a loss as to how to describe sheetrock. Subdivisions? Let's see.....a greedy developer purchases a chunk of land, tears down any historic structures that may sit on the property, bulldozes trees, drains wetlands, kills all the wildlife, then constructs a bunch of poorly built homes on 1/3rd acre lots. Then the developer generally names the subdivision after whatever flora, fauna or land feature he destroyed. Hence, places named "Meadowview" or "Turtle Creek" or "Wildflower Walk."
Sorry for the crankiness, I am a county employee and I've had enough today dealing with an abusive public who expect government to do everything for them.

By the way, Greenthumb, there have been some more discoveries. We've had quite a bit of rain, and so the gravel on the driveway has been slowly washing away. I'm now finding bits of old glass & pottery, and also a lot of metal pieces - it appears to be some sort of tool, although everything's so rusty there's no way to determine what it may have been. I suspect I've found an old trash pile. I know I won't find anything valuable - this is a poor area of the state and always has been - but it's still interesting.
This road was originally an old stagecoach route & at one time there were Native American burial mounds down at the end by the swamp. The farmers would find bones and just throw them away.

Oo, those are interesting discoveries! I still plant in an old kettle I found in one behind one of the cabins I lived in once. Even without worth, those old remnants are fascinating. The mounds are a little spooky to me, not in a bad way, I love spooky. Stagecoach probably went that way since the natives did not, due to the burial grounds. So much history, I came from Mountain west where at least there was the old west history and on. Here we just turned 75 and nothing is very old.

Coming from such rural life my experience with subdivisions were the neighbor dividing up and building individual homes on each lot without disturbance so the neighborhood would be alright with it. I know of those you speak of. Why always to the ground before building is beyond me. Try that here and your house will sink and split in two, and they still do it, small scale of course. Enjoy your favorite beverage and (Georgia) a cool shower, let the abuse fade away. :-)

reading this was like a history lesson very interesting :)

Back in the day a lot of folks around here made moonshine. You can sometimes find remains of the illegal stills in the woods.
As for this road being a stagecoach route - this is creepy. A friend of mine used to live about a mile down the road. She would sometimes wake up at night to a horrible noise, but couldn't figure out what it was. She'd stay up, just trying to catch it. And then she realized what it was....it was the sound of a coach and horses. Her driveway had, at one time, been part of the road itself. Some sort of residual haunting, I guess. Unfortunately, there was a fire in the courthouse decades ago and most of the records relating to properties in this area were destroyed. I haven't been able to find much out about the people who lived here years ago, but I do know that most of the adjacent acreage originally belonged to the owners of this house.

I love your house, especially your front porch. It looks so cozy and inviting. We wouldn't live in a subdivision if you gave us the house for free. I love living in the country, our closest neighbors are a half mile down the road each way. Hopefully, it will stay that way as long as I live. Our house is supposed to be haunted too, but in the 26 years we've lived here, we haven't met any. Maybe they like what we've done to the old place.

I had investigators out 2 years ago - it was getting really bad. I have an acquaintance who's a medium and one afternoon I ran into her at the vet. She told me she'd driven past my house that day and then said "honey, you've got to do something about that house. You won't believe how much better you'll feel when whoever it is is gone." Anyway, the paranormal team came out and got some EVPs - moaning (something I've heard with my own ears), something breathing into the tape recorder, etc. 2 of them felt sick when they walked into the house. It's slowed down a lot, or maybe I just don't notice it anymore - the woman 2 doors down has the same problem and so do the people 4 houses down - they actually had to close off a room because they were being attacked, although my other neighbor is like me, she's so used to it she forgets it's there. I've heard voices, moaning, had my hair pulled, seen a floating mist, smelled a horrific smell centered over my bed - like a combination of mildew and death - it isn't coming from outside and it's so bad it's woken me up at night. One night I was in bed reading and the dogs and cats were on the bed with me....we heard this loud, drawn out moan from the living room and everybody froze and stared into the living room....I just yelled "try harder, I'm not getting out of bed for you!" and kept reading.