Day 5: October 29, 2023
Uh-Oh Atlanta

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Today's the day, minus a hundred years, that my great-grandparents began their second trip to Florida. Noting that made me realize that a statement I made in the blog post announcing this trip was really stupid. I explained that I had started a few days ahead of the anniversary then said "At some point, I will be exactly where they were a century ago." This morning I decided to try figuring out when that would be. I almost instantly started laughing when I tried to calculate how long it would take a Model T traveling on dirt roads to catch up with a Subaru ruising on asphalt. I guess I might hit "where they were a century ago" if I revisit a point on the way home but it's otherwise simply not going to happen.

Young Brother's Pharmacy is not the only place in Cartersville that closes on weekends. Every place I thought might be a good breakfast spot, was shown as closed until sometime Monday morning. I repeated my search as I headed on down the road and came up with Doug's Place. It was right on my planned route and just a few miles away. It was also packed. I found an open spot on my second pass through the parking lot and walked to the door. People were waiting on benches outside and on assorted pieces of furniture inside. I announced myself to the gal I identified as the hostess and prepared myself to move on after being told there was at least an hour wait. But that's not what happened. After verifying that I was really a group of one, she said, "You can go down to the little room."

Most of the customers were in family groups of four or five or more. The "little room" held about a half-dozen two-tops where singles and couples could be accommodated expeditiously. I was seated immediately, had coffee in a minute, and breakfast in a very reasonable amount of time at a more than reasonable price. Maybe this is why all the breakfast places in Cartersville were closed.


This shady stretch of Old Allatoona Road was one of the few rural scenes I would see today. The roadside was lined with greeters at Acworth and it would be lined with buildings and/or people most of the way on.

The Robbinses "went thro Atlanta without any trouble". I didn't. The sensible way to get beyond Atlanta today is via expressways but those didn't exist in 1923. Driving my plotted path through the city was unpleasant but it got worse when that path was blocked by some sort of street festival, a police car, and a valet parking sign. I wasn't the only one to get caught by the surprise dead-end and I really wish I had pictures of a half-dozen vehicles, including a couple of large pickup trucks, making simultaneous multi-point U-turns but I was too busy making a multi-point U-turn to think of it. More closed streets and heavy traffic made getting back on route quite a challenge and at one point I found myself headed straight toward a huge ferris wheel. I was back on route when I passed the big Coca-Cola sign but I can't say whether it actually looked like that since I snapped the picture without actually looking at the subject. My windshield is definitely quite dirty so maybe that caused, or at least augmented, the weirdness.

Things got much calmer once I was past the center of the city and approaching its southern edge. Here some of my route was signed Dixie Highway. That last picture was taken at the intersection of Old Dixie Highway and Old Dixie Road.


I have passed through Hampton several times and am always impressed by the row of nice looking buildings on the east side of the street. I'm confident that the blue tarp marring the scene today is temporary. There are no buildings on the west side, only grass and train tracks. The big area of kudzu "sculptures" at the south edge of town doesn't show well in pictures but is pretty impressive in person.

The town of Griffin made an impression on Granny on both of their trips. In 1920 she called it "the best town for bargains that we have found". She reported that "it is still a cheap place to buy" in 1923. She also commented that "They have the nicest 5 and 10 Woolworth store." The town was pretty much closed down on a Sunday afternoon so I didn't have an opportunity to shop for bargains but I did walk around about three blocks of downtown. I was hoping to see some evidence of that Woolworth's but found nothing. I even asked a fellow sitting at a sidewalk table if he knew anything about it. It turned out that Frederick had only lived in Griffin about twelve years and knew nothing about its Woolworth's but he did remember the Woolworth's in Atlanta. We had a pretty good chat and he shared some other memories like getting a mule for his twelfth birthday that bit him when he first tried to ride it.

Griffin is rightfully proud of the many movies that have shot scenes there. They are identified by bronze markers embedded in the sidewalk, and I took pictures of several. I picked this one for posting because Dolly.


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