Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-03-31


are building neyon the next block
from ours. Mr. and Mrs. r. S. Finch
are building out near Kinton's Fork.
But to return to Our trip. When we
reached Stovall, Mr.. Warren decided
to drive by the Dickerson place. The
Jeffreys-Myers Company owns that
old mansion with it's thousand acres
of land and timber, and Mr.. Warren
is foreman of the nearly two-hundred
men who work at the Jeffreys-Myers
plant at Oxford.
The DickersOn house was built fifty
or more years ago by a rich norther
ner. 1t is about a mile from Stovall
with a McAdam road running to its
door. When it was in full bloom
guests came down from the north to
spend the week or the summer and
went horseback riding, carriage-rid-
ing, and there were also many other
kinds of entertainment
The house is a labyrinth of rooms,
forty or more. A large dance hall is
on the ground floor Fancy nantes.
wood-carved ceilings, and innerabl
other things of interest abound. Il
those walls could only talk, just think
of the tales they could tell. Each time
we opened another door, we almost
expected to find a skeleton will
bleaching bones.
Spooky, weird, unkept rOtting, un-
inhabited. A large servants quarters
enormous stables for the horses-It
was truly a mansion in it's day, but
its day has long since past. A real
writer could spend week within it's
walls and write "Book of the month
club" book, or 'Best Seller" to sur
pass Gone With The Wind"
A couple of families live in the rear
of the house, including an old blind
man, blind, so he said, for the past
eleven years He showed us two coun-
terpanes his mother made years ago.
knitted by hand, in squares, and then
put together. He also played his &C
Gordon and sang for us. It was so late
that we did not have time to hear him
pick his banjo.
And to save any one time and trou-
BILE, let me state that the place is posi-
| lively posted and visitors are not al
lowed. If it had not been that Mr.
Warren works for the firm who owns
it, we would never have been admit
ted. Just one stray match or careless
ly-tossed cigarette duck would easily
turn the former mansion into blaz-
/ ing inferno, and endanger hundreds c.
acres of timber.
We reached home about seven
o'clock, having enjoyed a rare trip
and treat, as we do not have car.
and our trips are few and far between
w. H. Upchurch's youngest daugf
ter, Miss Billie, nearly grown passej
with another one of those gold-bue
| tarantulas on her coat. 1t was so life
like that it made me jump. And the
most out-of-season thing that [ nearly
ever saw (more out of season than {
last years bird-nest, or a yesterdays
newspaper) was a boy on the street
wearing Santa Claus mask this p. m
Rev. L. c. Brothers, Daddy Jones
preacher out at Salem, called on ue
Yesterday, and then tells me this
morning that I ought to stay at home
aometimes.
Mrs. Richard Harris of Route !?
stopped by for a chat with Mrs. Jones
bringing a bit of most edible country
produce, which has been very oc-
casional occurrence since their wed
ding some years ago, which happened
about two weeks or so after ours.
And I cannot forget Richard !. an r !.
myself taking pufS girls down to. thei
Henderson,. Fair one night before we
we're married. YOUNG. Love! We acted
lust like a child taking his first auto
ride. We really had a nice time in
Dig way. :
John Brooks of Route is able to
ride to town again after having brok-
en- his ankle some weeks ago. And his
Youngest son, Junius, and Thomas
Sanford passed by and conversateo
with me on a recent morning when
was on the corner waiting for ride
over to Henderson,
Ceasingly yours,