South Carolina Trip – Cooley Springs
My dad grew up in a town called Cooley Springs, known for its peaches (and they are truly delish). The town is mostly gorgeous, gorgeous farmland stretching every direction. My dad still knows everyone who lives there, which is pretty cool.
September is when they make hay bales:
Look how tall they are! I was fascinated by how they made them, transported them and stored them. Imagine the giant farm equipment.
Thirty dollars for a bale. Is that a good price?
This quickie mart has been there forEVER. It was there when I was a wee lass going to see my grandmother.
Here’s my grandmother’s old house (belongs to someone else now). It’s awesome… surrounded by acres and acres of beautiful land on all sides.
Here’s one of my relative’s produce stand. He’s sold his produce there for many years.
See, check out the sign! “McDowell Farms” I love it.
This is the building where my dad went to elementary school. Now it’s a home for migrant workers. (Which is clearly of note but a discussion for some other post, some other time…)
Another shot of the migrant home.
Another pretty church with a cemetery out back.
Land!
Farm equipment!
And finally, because they are so cute, a pic of the goat and pig owned by a guy my family knows there in town:
