Fitzgerald Plantation on Mundy Mill Road, Jonesboro, Georgia. The old Fitzgerald home in Clayton County collapsed under the weight of time. The glamorous days of the past are gone. Only a plank-board frame remains of the once beautiful ante-bellum home and nearby barn over hung by the straggly limbs of scrub trees. There is a sunken well and in some places the ridges of tine marks made by the old plow are visible in the soil. A walk through the woods reveals an old-timey garden of jonquils, iris and ivy and leads a trail towards a pond over-grown with algae. As the weedy briar's twine and the woods grow thicker in brush, it is not too difficult to imagine the work which was required to maintain this farm. Perhaps the nearby town of Jonesboro with his three-story buildings was a precurser to what was next, and that this too would be swept away by crowded cities and speeding vehicles. For sure, it was a generation unaware of how quickly it would be forgotten. We are the descendants of the children of the past. Almost two hundred years have slipped away, and here we are, experiencing the rhythm of the destruction and rebuilding of the 21st century. Fast forward a bit. As homes are scraped off the land and more structures erected, do we wonder if there will be any evidence of ourselves left to visit?
Time sweeps everything away
Time sweeps everything away
Time sweeps everything away
Fitzgerald Plantation on Mundy Mill Road, Jonesboro, Georgia. The old Fitzgerald home in Clayton County collapsed under the weight of time. The glamorous days of the past are gone. Only a plank-board frame remains of the once beautiful ante-bellum home and nearby barn over hung by the straggly limbs of scrub trees. There is a sunken well and in some places the ridges of tine marks made by the old plow are visible in the soil. A walk through the woods reveals an old-timey garden of jonquils, iris and ivy and leads a trail towards a pond over-grown with algae. As the weedy briar's twine and the woods grow thicker in brush, it is not too difficult to imagine the work which was required to maintain this farm. Perhaps the nearby town of Jonesboro with his three-story buildings was a precurser to what was next, and that this too would be swept away by crowded cities and speeding vehicles. For sure, it was a generation unaware of how quickly it would be forgotten. We are the descendants of the children of the past. Almost two hundred years have slipped away, and here we are, experiencing the rhythm of the destruction and rebuilding of the 21st century. Fast forward a bit. As homes are scraped off the land and more structures erected, do we wonder if there will be any evidence of ourselves left to visit?