the 2nd tragedy was a cat, but I don’t really want to talk about that, he just ran straight up out of the grasses into my path as I approached Greensboro. didn’t stand a chance.
before that cat though I’d invaded the “first permanent capital of Georgia” (which, being a Mississippian i still don’t know if it’s Luss-vull or Louie-ville), had an unscheduled 2 1/2 hour tour of the Brantley-Haygood house in Sandersville, and gotten to know the little town of Sparta as well. In Sparta, D showed me around he and his partner’s home. The original parts of the Rossiter-Little house were built in 1787 (or 1797), added on to here and there until the end result was an unconventional assortment of rooms into an odd but symmetrical facade with narrow interior corner passages, 3 different ceiling levels resulting in an upstairs of the 3 different level floors and filled with the most beautiful light. They had never installed a/c and the 2 dogs that huffed and puffed eagerly after us upstairs and down seemed badly in need of a fan. It was nice though to meet others who could handle the heat—downstairs was dark, shuttered against the still heat of Sparta (no relation it turns out to the Sparta, Mississippi, of In the Heat of the Night fame).
The Ds’ tour of the Brantley-Haygood house in Sandersville was perhaps the most interesting (and longest). They moved down here from the DC area about 8 years ago, seeking an old house to restore and retire in. The couple struck a deal, out of the sale of their Virginia home she’d get 100K to spend on her antique collecting and he’d would be allowed to buy all the tools he wanted. These people knew how to live in harmony! Room by room they are turning the B-H house into something exquisite for the 21st century. LED lighting where they can, lights, hidden cubbies for running wire and the ducts of their force-flow central air system. I was learning lots, hearing about problems they’d solved, examining the underside of a hearth from the room below, swapping stories about foundations and shoddy roof jobs with no flashing… good times really. When I got out of there (I must’ve said “well, i guess i better hit the road” about 8 times before i actually got to pull out of the driveway) it was 3pm and i still hadn’t had lunch. (: