Ghost Stories from the Old Shack

The old shack stands tottering at a graceful angle. It's split-hewn wood has absorbed the grey/weathered colors of the gnarled, leafless trees that surround it.
Still, today, there is a certain regal-ness, majesty and statement;  hidden stories between the chinks in the lumber.

Railroad tracks, four meters away, once hauled a commodity desired by many world wide. 
 Money barons flourished because of it. 

What stories are closeted in this centuries old building. 

Doors are rusted shut and silent.

Perched on  beams stand carved owls acting as stewards of this building of
historical significance to Whites, Blacks and Native Americans. 

Windows reflect another time, our century filled with  
paved streets, street lights, fast cars...
all racing past this monument to the past and ancient Indian grounds.

Nailed to the weathered wood of this old building, secreted with stories and perhaps a few ghosts, 
is a sign . 
"No Smoking"

This preserved building was one of a long string of tobacco shacks, along the Waccamaw River, home to the Waccamaw Indians.

This  tobacco shack stands as a witness to another time in our history where wealth
was created through the toil of others 
in the steaming-humid heat.

A poem written by Edward Madahbee
Waccamaw Indian

The creator has only created life
It is not his duty to show us the way
We must guide ourselves through life
To truly be accepted into his arms
We should not have to ask for favors
And he should not have to provide them
What we take from our mother earth
We must give back with respect and love
Until we are able to accept who we are
We will always suffer at our own fate
We have to create our own destiny
Or does destiny create us?

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  1. That is one fine old building ... very happy you shared it, lovely photos tah boot! [Stopped by via Kim's Friday group]

  2. Looks like a great place to explore. Great photos!

  3. What a find! Such beauty in its disintegration.

  4. Love the story and photos today. I look at the building and it's sad to realize that the stories it could tell will never be told, lost because no one thought to see the importance of writing them down.

  5. I love the color and texture of that old wood. That building looks to be in surprisingly good shape, all things considered. I didn't realize how ironic the "No Smoking" sign was until I got to the end and learned that this was a tobacco shed. I was just amused that it said "No Smoking within 15 feet of anywhere." If only everyone would take that advice!
    Wishing you a wonderful week.


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