Grizzard & J. B. Harrell
In August of 2020 I took my youngest son, Malachi, out on a road trip with me. We discovered an old railroad depot in Grizzard, Virginia. And a historic old country store - J.B. Harrell. The tracks were long gone, but the station, general store, and a lone car still remained. And all are rich in history.
The depot and the town were named after George D Grizzard, who was the sheriff of Sussex County from 1883 until 1899, and who sold the right of way to the Atlantic and Danville Railway. The railway built a narrow-gauge branch line that ran from Emporia through the counties of Surry and Sussex all the way through Dendron to Claremont, where freight could be loaded on ships traveling the James River up to Petersburg.
Local historian, Virginia Mae Simmons, wrote that Mr. Grizzard’s tombstone was inscribed with, “An honest man is the noblest work of God.” She also noted that, “Mr. George Grizzard was a tall, aristocratic-looking gentleman, his very appearance commanding respect.” (1)
Lindsey Bates commented, “This was my great-grandfathers store. It has stayed in the family and been maintained over the years. My great-grandad used to take his grandkids when they would visit to the store and let them fill a small paper bag of their favorite candy from the large glass candy jars on the counter.”
Miss Simmons, in an interview with Cooperative Living Northern Virginia Electric, September 2016 issue, stated, “When we were children, my brother Bryan and I would sneak away from the house and go down to the store to get some candy or cookies.” (1) But it seems they never needed any money because their granddaddy, Mr. Harrell, owned the store!
Lindsey’s mom, Jill Proctor Bates, wrote, “The store belonged to my grandfather Joseph Bryan Harrell, passed to his son Bryan Harrell and then to his son Martin Harrell who restored and kept the store and train depot in good shape.”
Jill Proctor told me, “This is my grandfather's store. I well remember being lifted up behind the counter to select all the candy I wanted to fill the tiny paper bag.”
Wendi Harrell Simmons commented, “the store you pictured in the post belonged to my great grandfather. His grandfather ran it first. JB Harrell and JB Harrell Jr. My grandfather Harrell owned it until his death in 1998. It was the local hangout and was very active…it is not open to the public. Mostly due to the unstable structure. It was on the local Woman’s Club tour one year but since then it just has memories.”
Martin Harrell started working at the store at the age of 8, stocking shelves, pumping gas (Esso at 17¢ a gallon!), and keeping a drink box full of ice and Pepsi Cola.
Donald Harrell wrote me, “This store was built in the early 1920's next to the original store that was torn down in the 1960's. It was owned and operated by my great grandfather (D. J. Harrell-died in 1932), then by my grandfather (J. B. "Jodie" Harrell-died in 1971), and then by my father (J. Bryan Harrell, Jr.-died in 1998). It has been closed since my father died. We grew up in the house behind the store and were in and out of the store dozens of times a day and helped ourselves to candy, cookies, ice cream, and soft drinks. In its heyday the store was a thriving business and the hub of the community where farmers from miles around and other locals gathered. I am fortunate to have some of the furniture and many other items from the store.”
(1) reference from : https://www.qgdigitalpublishing.com/publication/?m=21572&i=332177&p=30&ver=html5
My thanks to all the people who contributed to this post, and especially Kim Harrell who has been a wonderful resource and historian.