Ingram
It took 4 hours to get here, and 30 minutes to photograph it. But it was worth the trip.
Memories are mostly what this town has. The blacksmith shop, furniture store, George's garage, Dr. Kent who visited patients in a horse drawn buggy, have all gone. What remains is the post office, Pierce's store where ladies bought dresses and men were fitted for suits, and men played checkers, and could quench their thirst at the barroom in the back of the store. And a small shop where Jordan Ingram made caskets and furniture.
The General Store and Mr. Ingram’s shop.
It seems there was once a school, with several students who were fond of practical jokes, located across from this store.
“On another occasion, the boys were struck by the notion that W. J. Pierce, who ran the country store across the road, would share their delight at finding his cow perched high as his roof on a platform of logs constructed during the dark of one Halloween night.
Pierce’s reaction to this Babel-like tower is not recorded, nor is the method by which his four-legged dependent was returned to earth.”
If you read carefully, you can discern that this was the Post Office.
Need a casket?
The heart of the town.
Some people say you can see ghosts in these windows.
From the Historic Architectural Resources Survey of Halifax County. (Courtesy Jill Peters)