This is what you get back home for $235,000

7 bedroom

2 bath

3195 sq. ft.

4 acres

http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/161-Bainbridge-Rd-Sw_Camilla_GA_31730_M68424-55563

Oh, BTW, I know this house. I grew up playing in the field next door. This is an old hotel and is known to be haunted.

I found this picture of the Hand Mansion! It’s the best image I’ve seen and only the third I’ve discovered. A little more here

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This is all I can find regarding the Hand Mansion back home. I did a report on it in middle school. The family moved back north with the Vanderbilts and all the other rich northerners who came south. They left the house to the city, who in turn let it fall into disrepair and eventually razed the glorious house, selling the roof to Disney and using the money to tear down the house :(

Well, the old family farmhouse made it 150+ years without ever being hit by a storm. A tornado finally hit it Friday night :(  Took the front porch, ENTIRE roof and many of the trees planted by my great great great grandfather :( So long old cypress tree & tire swing. Not sure how the horses are. Thank goodness we got rid of the turkeys and goats.

Dungeness. The Carnegie mansion built on Cumberland Island.

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This was the first house I lived in. It was split into apartments. We lived upstairs. The turret was a walk in closet and that was my bedroom.  always called it the “Castle House.” I attended pre-school across the street and my best friend Matthew lived next door.

Took a Googlemaps trip around my hometown. These are some of my favorite houses/buildings in town.

1. This is my grandparent’s house. It was built in 1888. It was originally on the corner lot of the street. The owner wanted to build his daughter a house and give her the choice corner lot. They jacked up the house and moved it to its current lot by rolling it across logs with mules. It was an apartment house for several decades during the mid 1900’s before my grandparents bought it in the mid 1970’s and renovated over the next thirty years. It used to be surrounded by massive oak and pecan trees and some very ornate Victorian and Craftsman style homes but the local Baptist church bought those houses and tore them down or sold them to create more parking space for their church.

2. This house is across the street from my grandparents. It used to have a neat brick wall, gas street lamp, wraparound porch, and victorian garden with a wrought iron fence but various owners saw these details as out of style and removed them from the home. My best friend H.R. lived in the house and we had many ghost hunting adventures and Penthouse magazines stored in the attic.

3. This house belonged to the parents of H.R’s cousin, Matthew. He was my other childhood best friend. This image really does not do this house justice. It is a towering two story home, built in 1915. It too, was once surrounded by huge magnolia trees. The interior woodwork was very ornate. The bathrooms were all tile with massive tubs and high ceilings. Every doorway had a transom. The basement was no mans land for us kids. I thought vampires lived down there. The upstairs portion was the location for many late night slumber parties with NES battles and Victoria’s Secret catalogs. It will always be my favorite home in town, not just because of the memories but because of the vibe the house gives off. It’s a very special place. Some places just speak to you, you know?

4. This is the church where I grew up and got married. Built in 1910. It’s similarly magical to the MacArthur house. There is an underground maze of tunnels beneath this church that I have intended to explore for years. Thee were many nights of hide & seek in the dark, and my sexually awakening experience to the magic of older teenage girls under a table in the sunday school room during a youth group lock in.

5. Next to the church is this house where many childhood friends lived through the years. Built in 1920, it was once surrounded by a massive 12 foot high ornate wall. The wall is gone. Again, someone thought it was better without the charm. As tweens, we would climb atop the wall at night, smoking stolen cigarettes, gazing into the night sky wishing to be someplace better. And now I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than home, like it used to be, with all those friends, all those spontaneous night time adventures happening all the time.