in his eyes, forlorn look on his face. Those times were very bad, affecting children and young adults severely. Depression-era children grew to adulthood and carved a niche in society. Throw nothing away. Waste nothing. Repurpose everything. The old-timer stories I heard on my mail route speak volumes for those then children.

Alleys were clean -- no wood, no usable throwaways. Socks were darned, clothes were mended, shoes (if you has them) were repaired.

I feel for them. We take too much for granted in this present life.

I have a Chesnee mailing address, but live six miles away. I have found the many photos from this area interesting; I wish I knew more about the exact locations. It is still a poor, rural, and, frankly, backwards area.

The high point of Chesnee today is the Bantam Chef, with its 50s decor and its Studebaker-obsessed owner, David Walker. He drives a different Studebaker most days. He lost 40 of them (plus 20 motorcycles) in a fire a couple of years back, but still has over 100. He has everything from Studebaker buggies, wagons, and wheelbarrows to cars on display in his restaurant. If you are ever in the area, you should stop in.

by Samuel Woodworth

The moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure,
    For often at noon when returned from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
    The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing,
    And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell.
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing,
    And dripping with coolness it rose from the well,
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket that hung in the well.