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THE UNION-RECORDER. MILLEDGEVILLE, GA.. NOVEMBER 6, 1930
BEAUTY SPOTS IN OUR HOMETOWN
Edited By Bernice Brown McCullar
Rambling Around In
Milledgeville
" j FLOWERS MAKE BEAUTY
Did you ever go just a-ramblingj SPOTS ON STATE PROPERTY
arrund in Milledgeville w* ?n the — —
gold of the Indian summer make* The state institution* of Milledge-
everything glisten in the sun, and | ille all have beautiful autumn bios-
the Infinite Artist just spills his! om« Erowinir around them now A
paint, abroad over the land? The new flower garden has recently been
MY CARDEN OF DREAMS
by Elizabeth Eggleston
gardens and the little beauty spots
riotous with color, end in your walk
ing. you remember the springtimi
beauty, too, and how tender am
delicate the flowers and the little
grasses can grow.
A* one passes the stately old house
of Mrs. David Ferguson. landing
majestic in its beauty, there is the
memory of the silvery, moondrench-
ed wisteria that hangs like a purple
garland on the age old trees when
Springtime- comes to town.
The gardens of Mrs. Frank Bone,
that surround her charming English
house are always a joy to behold.
The design of the house and its
ground, und the old ivy a-climhing
on the walls makes one pause as if
there came an echo from a prim
Engli h maid a-whispering, “Tea
and jam in the garden, ntadame."
Mrs. William Rives’ shrubbery and
plantings are all very primly beau
tiful in front, but the birds know
a secret,—that behind is the loveliest
little informal garden where the
winged creatures go a-lmthing every
summer day, and where stones lead
through garden walks, and thaded
nook'.
On the corner of Montgomery and
Clark Sheets, where the house of j
Mrs. J. C. Ingram stands attractive ‘
in its outdoor dress of shrubbery und
flowers, there Is quite the i
lightful thing of all—a little
many windows, where sonu
flowering beauty peeps in
year around. If you have
exquisite ro'<? tree there when it is
draping its myriad of blooms about
the windows of the room, you willi
agn e that it would be a pleasure to
even be sick in a room like that.
At the Otto M. Conn home, <
the delicate and beautifully blend-
ed coloring of the house, and the;
blossoming beauty of the yard in'
front make this a picturebook place. 1
Mi s Elizabeth Thomas, the guid-1
ing spirit of the Parks Memorial ]
Hospital, has made her comer ai
thing of beauty and a joy forever, j
and the grounds there continue to i
grow lovelier year after year. Miss
Clara Nixon, who so patiently guides
her classes at the college in the fine
art of landscaping and flower grow
ing, and the beloved president and
Mrs. J. L. Beeson all nro due a great
deal of credit for the beauty at G. S.
C. W. The buildings and their rare
old Grecian beauty are made
Georgia Prison Farm,
just across the road from the resi
dence of Supt. B. H. Dunaway. In
this garden the old prisoners work,
and the invalids who are unable to
work at anything else, and the gar
den is a riot of color and beauty.
At the Georgia State Training
School for Boys, Superintendent Wil-
liamK. Ireland has a beautiful pat
tern of Landscaping worked out. and
some of the most beautiful tulips in
this section grow there each spring.
At tiie Georgia State Hospital, the
grounds grow more beautiful every
year. Mrs. Roger C. Swint, wife
of the superintendent, takes great
pride in the flowers, and there it, a
flower garden, tended by the Pa
tients. Some of the staff at the
hospital also aid in the flower grow
ing and the little log efibin, where
the manual training is taught has
been landscaped and made a pic
turesque place. A half mile row
of canvas have been blooming there
all summer.
There’s a garden of dreams where
the crepe myrtle swings,
And the roses are white in
gloaming,
Where the hush of old beauty lies
heavy and sweet,
Scarce stirred by the winds that are
roaming.
There a little swing’ hangs from
a gnarled old tree.
There the larkspur’?, a blue pettled
glory,
There gray flagstones lead through
a way that is dim.
Like a thread to the heart :>f a story.
i** : V H ** ■
There time holds its breath, there
shrubs grow to trees,
There beauty grows old in the quest
ing.
And the garden dreams on in its
fragrance hung calm,
’hr re even the shadows are
Klondyke Cosmos at
The Mansion
The Allen’s
Grounds
] Here Once the Gou-
ernor and His Lady
Walked
AT G. M. C.
If yo
emember how the old cam
M. C. looked several yean
u will indeed be happy to
•. since the P. T. A. under th<
* guidance of Mrs. R. B. Moore, has
om 0 f 1 done so much work that has im-
bit of proved l ^ c grounds. We undcr-
j* ^ tand that Mr*. N. P. Walker rooted
?n the a * freat number of the shrubs that
’ lm | now make it beautiful, giving of her
time and talent to a cause so dost
to her heart. Many other ladies
of the town have also hud a hand
in the work that made this old cam
pus one of the show place- of our
GREENACRE
Down by the old mill stream
Where I first met you.”
has been rung so often by the
orld’s lovers, that the old mill and
its picturesque sou r roundings have
become a part of all the world’s
mory. Once upon a time there
s an old mill, where a little boy
played. And the years passed, and
the little hoy grew up. He built
n beautiful home, and when he went
to design the garden spots about
it, his memory wandered back to his
father’s old mill that he had known
and loved in childhood.
So he made a wee replica of that
old mill, with the turning mill wheel
and all, and about* the unique little
mill, he put his lily pool.
Whenever you walk by the home creatures darting
Lily Pool, Shaded Garden Walk.
Old Southern Hospitality Featu
Little Garden.
To go back to the beginning, it
all happened sometime ago, when I —
Mrs. H. D. Allen, the guiding spir-1 1° you could see Milledgeville from
it of the Allen Invalid Home near' the air, its golden spot 1 would be the
Milledgeville, began planning what is Mansion Gardens, o/ Dr. and Mrs.
now Milledgeville's most spacious Jasper L. Beeson. There grow the
garden. The wide grounds, the Klondike cosmo, in greatest profus-
berutiful rolling terraces, the old, i0n * ant l the golden marigold, and
old trees, and the richness of the the tiny peeping buds of the soon-
land, made an ideal situation for co *ning chrysanthemum, (and by the
the creation of a garden where beau- wa >’» did yoj read the lovely legend
ty dwells all the year round. The of ‘ he chrysanthemum in November
garden came into being under the Better Homes and Gafdens?)
untiring supervision of Mrs. Allen. Bu t tucked uvay beneath the tall
ably assisted by Miss Etheridge, and j Cosmos .and the spreading of the
with sugestions and help now and mar >Kolds is a little lavender, agera-
then from bevy of artistic-minded tum * and lavender-blue is fur remem-
berance. There is plenty to re-
raber in these Beeson gardens.
The beauty and &e glory of the pres
ent fades, as one sits awhile and
dreams into the picture of the past.
Here in these very gardens once
alked the ladies of the governors,
with their wide sunbonnets, and
their dainty mittened hands, straight
ening this bud and that, snipping
this rose or that to enhance the
beauty of the Mansion dr awing
rooms. Here beneath the moonlight
walked the darkeyed daughter of the
South, on the arm of her gallant
escort, while the moon filtered down
between the branches of the old trees
■i scattered purplish shadows here
and here. The old trees remember
1 he pride of those who love gar
dens in Milledgeville is Greenacre,
where are the gardens of Judge and
Mr,-. Edward Rr. Hines.
There are really two gardens at Moore, you tan see the little mill
Greenacre, one where the prim* wheel turning, and every turn brings
fhrubbery stands staunchly correct, i hack a memory to that little boy,
and welcomes the incoming visitor | 0 f another mill wheel that turned
with a beautiful propriety that seems! in the long ago.
to say, “Where is your card?’’ That j The pool is one of the most beau-
1 L- the sunset garden. ' tiful in Milledgeville, and probab-
But nothing like that in the Bun- ly the most unique in the state.
delightful to behold by the riRC * arden - Here everything is Surrounding the pool arc old trees,
flowers that surround them. And ] inforinal{t >\ and thp hollyhocks nod that have grown old with the pa.*-
you may be sure that the beauty of to the Zinnias, aad the petunias are sing years, and white benches that
there flowers is due a great deal to! on 8 P ( ' akin e terms with the four tempt one to linger by the sweet
the mutrons at G. S. C. W. who la-' ,>,c l° ek *— lkat * s . excepting of course contentment of the water, and flag-
bor with them long and carefully! the time when the Miw Petunia had j stones that mark the trail for many
through all seasons of the year.
daughters that includes Mis, Floride
Allen. Miss Jessie Allen, Mrs. Jere
Moore, Mrs. Dawson Allen and Mrs.
Edwin Allen.
The gardens grew in beauty and
increased lovltness with the passing
of each year. New blooms were
added, new plans made, and all the
time Milledgeville was enjoying the
beautiful hospitality which radiated
nil about the Allen home and gar-
* dens, felt just as keen an interest
in the gardens as the Allens did
themselves.
Recently a formal pool was built,
and it glistens like a dark blue jewel
there among the flowers, with sun
shine and -hadow chi-ing each oth
er through its depths, and in the
summertime growing things reflect
ed like Narcissus within it And
now is the loveliest thing of all—
Mrs. Allen is planning a memory
rock garden. Into the garden will
go a rock from places : n her mem
ory, each rock having its own little
itory attached to it. Isn't it more
they must be for Urn f-.mily ami all «Kl™ntin B than the tales of Sche-
.... , -. herazade? Think of having a rock
rjtn s w o o en, where every stone blended to
i the sunshine and j make a trail down the years of
shadow of these gardens. j WT for you. Can you think of
The loveliest thing about the Lit-[ an > tk * n f? more delightful? Well,
, _ , ... . . „i, n e ta,s 18 J** s t what Mrs. Allen pi;
tie Garden is the pool, a work of art . , . , .. .
. 1 And by the way, the very stone that
whose studied simplicity is quite, is p5cked up on h ,, r own Krounds
difficult -to describe. Old stones,; will have its story too; for the Allen
nnd old mosses, water lilies and tiny j Invalid Home was formerly the site
If “Time Takes All But Memories,”
a.- the ins<Sription on the sundial
says as one walks into the front of
the gardens at the home of Mrs. W.
F. Little, what beautiful memories
those scores
to linger
wnenever you warn by tne home creatures aarung iu and out the. 0 * Oglethorpe University, and
of Mr. Joseph A. Moore, and Mr,. I watcr , „„d old mosaiopattemed J« ^ ™rT' '.'ZL, 1iko,
at the side, a jar such as the Eastern j a g h r j ne c f the past, old Thalian
maidens must have carried on their | Hall, where Georgia’s golden voiced
supple shoulders |is they walked be-1 singer, Sidney Lanier, once went to
sides other Tools in other days. 8ch ° o1 * and "here just last week,
‘till the love
1 »?<rets. And the cld
keen
gar-
marker was unveiled
Chairs and benches all about tell he once occupied. The
a tale to you—that this is the fav- marked by the Robert E. Lee Cnap-
orite haunt . only of the Little ter of the u - D - C., nnd designated
* •. i •*_ i,:„ u„* n t hy them as a memorial to Lanier
family and its kin, but of many otn , ,
* , , , ar >d to the late Dr. Henry Dawson
or, who come to be enchanted by the | A [[«n, the beloved physician who,
peace and contentment and beauty founded the Allen Invalid Home,
here. Near the pool is a great old
•hen the Miss Petunia had
party and fn’-got to invite the four footsteps.
Mrs. Miller Bell’s sunken garden, o clock * and J ust to Rct even tfa ey And so >urrounded has it been by been ingenuously trained up
and the memory of her colorful pur- stoppod the * r c * ook ® and nobody those who love beauty, both young to make a riopling pattern of blue The most curiously interesting tree
pie i.nd white flag-lilies that made cou ‘ d f°’ he * unri “ • farden ' s a and old, w-ho frequent the hospitable I morninK . 0 ne can almost in Milledgeville is the Liberty Tree,
Milledgeville so beautiful at the Ka»- I’i'rfcct not of tolor of crimson hue* lone st the Moores, that it is quite, imm , ine that the b i uc „f the morning one planted by tho Nancy Hart
ter tide, and her quaint little feed- In “ ‘”f u ' r shades, ^ of pastel tones probable that n some future day, . watertl |i by the poolside Chapter of tho D. A. R., which put ‘he old tree, that hal
ing station for the birds, make a 'I" 1 * shimmering rainbow hues of „ modern swain will sine, "Down by h miraculously to the deep around its roots soil from all the many goneratons will look
sample of what a beautl-1 fI .™f" th " t i «*««> ‘he sunshine that mmnture mill stream. , hc poor , „.l water, so states. more.
charming a sight is it to sec. It nil happened during the regen
cy of Mrs. Jon Hutchinson, and it
and softer shades, of pastel tones.; probable that n some future day,
; and shimmering rainbow hues of j a modem swain will sing, “Down by t
that glisten in the sunshine j that minature mill stream,
ful thing a back yard can be. j of the midda >'* or are drenched i.i, Where I first met you.”
Maybe you’ve never peeped be- the * Uver of thl * moonlight. *
hind the house at the home of Mrs. I ™»te atone benches, a quaint and Mr. Phillips. Background for the picture
C. C. Shouse, and if not. then you I P' c ^ un> '^ kc little fence of white that J To write of flowers and leave out white fence, of wide old boards
trees remember, too, when
niind.- sat beneath them in tl._ 0
dens and plotted political intrigue,
smoked a pipe from which the blue
curl of the smoke drifted off in
placid contentment
How many things have happened
m these old gardens. Oftimes they
- re overun with the great crowds
that came to the Governor’s levees.
And they must hold sacred still the
footsteps of the gentle Lafayette,
for the Mansion fronted on Green St
when the General was received. How
many great men have imprinted their
immortal footsteps in the soft gravel
of these gar len walks at the same
time that they were imprinting their
names forever on the pages of his
tory.
Their ladies are almost forgotten
in the dazzling glory that has been
accorded to the gentlemen. But af
ter all, the old garden remembers
the ladies best. Twas their gentle
hands that made the garden, their
tender care that kept it blossoming.
And now, what a different story.
The old garden walks resound to the
patter of young feet—feel of the
1300 college girls at the Georgia
State College for Women, of which
Dr. Beeson is the beloved president,
and to whom the gardens are fre
quently and graciously tendered.
The old trees still cast their shad
ows, and the garden walks still echo
to the steps of those who pass, ju» one
who lingers remembers that be life
ever so beautiful, it is fleeting, and
looked on
suspected that behind there j hcckons
is an cmeraldlaWn, and old trees adow n ‘
where restful swings hang on sum-! *
mer days, and where crepe myrtle
makes a blaze of color.
i killed
,Milled|«T>lle Memory Tre
Milledgeville has a Memory
During the war, a soldier
whose mother was a matron at one
of the dormitories at the Georgia
State College for Women. The
beautiful G. S. C. W. spirit prompt
ed the girls to do something to at-
t"mnt to assuage the grief of the
mother. So they planted a little
tree in memory of the fallen hero,
one ^.f those who kept that rendez-
o other pathways
acres of Greenacre,
swings erected in the shadows, little
nook* here and there, and a long
table that suggests twilight suppers
in the garden, all make the place one
of beauty and hospitality that re-
the name of Mr. Phillips would b.
like having the play of Hamlet am
leaving Hamlet out. Since many
of us can remember, Mr. Phillip*
has had a beauty spot, about his
house. There is never a time when
he cannot offer a chance visitor a
calls to mind the poet’s exquisite J lovely bouquet, and so generous is
lotfang to be “far from the mad- his nature that almost every soul in
dling crowd.” here in the peace and, this town can remember having at
stillness and beauty of a garden, j some time been the owner of a beau-
A garden is a lovesome thing— tiful flower from his place. May
and when it’s Greenacre, it’s doubly: Father Time deal gently with this
*°* man who loves the beautiful and
vous with death when spring came ^ aS
north again that year. The tree I
stands in front of Terrell Hall, and
on each Armistice morning, it is the
center of the Armistice sendees on
the campus.
i* crossed, and a little gateway that
I might be the one where “two eyes
y o* blue came smilin' through, so much
like a story book gate docs it look.
Of course, there is a blrdhath, for
what home so friendly could exclude
the little winged creatures. Amd
there they flit and chatter as they
bathe and make friends with those
who come about.
Best of all the things about the
Little Garden, is the sweet hospi
tality that radiates about it And
THAT is something thitt I can’t*
j describe—go, nnd see for yourself.
JAPANESE GARDEN
was the chapter’s part in the Armi*- ! „
tice Day program of 1921. It is!. H ° W many of you know thttt * Mrs *
planted on the grounds of the old LoW,s Flem,st «^ P» a ns to have her
Capitol, at G. M. C. The regent J garden take the touch of the Japan-
wrote to all governors of all the esE - Ma y be * * n passing, you can take
state.* and received many beautiful a peek behind that lovely lattice
and patriotic letters. You can read
all about it in Mrs. Anna M. Cook'
“History of Baldwin County.”
A GARDEN
God Almighty first planted a
garden. And indeed, it is the pur
est of human pleasures. It is the
greatest refreshment to the spirits
of man; without which buildings and
places are but gross handiwork; and
a man shall ever see that when ages
grow to civility and elegance, men
come to build stately gardens rather
thaw to garden finely, as if garden
ing were the greater perfection.
—Bacon’s Essay on Gardens
fence and see those stone lanterns
that look n« if some cherry-blossom
maiden might come out any moment
to light them up. Already there
is a pool—nnd a little curved bridge
leading to it, and when the iris be
gin to bloom on either side of the
flag walks—yoa will Ike to beg per
mission to sit a while I am sure just
where the two weeping cherry trees
are in full view. In the front
lawn, Mrs. Flemister has a lovely
gazing globe, and on the other side
a bird bath—a sent and two small
white rabbits make a most attractive
picture.