Say what you will about the clapboards, glass and shutters, those ridges and valleys are true, the roof shingles are in great shape, while the chimneys are plumb and have all their mortar. A pricey rehab for sure -- but nowhere near a catastrophic rebuild. Good bones, as they say.

Why, there's nothing wrong with this place that a little paint and elbow grease won't take care of. Tell Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney to get the gang and let's get to work!

Does anyone else see what looks to be a child hanging out the second floor window on the right?

[Those are sheets, bedding, etc. - Dave]

Every Southern plantation house worth its salt has to have a front porch supported by Classical columns, but the four Ionic columns out in front of this one are extreme in their disregard for the rules of proper proportion. These four columns look like they are twice as tall as the rulebooks would allow (a height-diameter proportion of 9:1 is considered standard for the Ionic order), and the pilaster(s) attached to the wall at the back of the porch suffer from the same design flaw. Not that it hasn't happened many times since then.

“Shows well, has good bones.”

be along any time now.

Chimneys were placed on the end of the house and not in the middle. I'm sure I've seen this house as a setting for a horror movie.

... when an old rag will do.

I wonder if this is the detail that initially caught Ms. Wolcott's attention. There does seem to be a pattern to her photos: they often have quirky or bizarre details embedded in a broader scene, that bypass your notice at first.

All that is missing is Bette Davis standing on the balcony with a huge flowerpot ready to drop onto Olivia deHavilland and Joseph Cotten.

"I was an abandoned house.
You made a home out of me.
Little did I know.
You were just a lost traveler."

-- Saniya

"We got chicken in the barn"

I feel like I see a person in the window under the fourth chimney (if counting them from the left). Anyone else?

[I see a door with a person. - Dave]

When I look at these old pictures I always wonder why people back then didn't have steps with handrails. The older man on the back porch is probably wondering the same, as is the lady peeping out the screen door. What did old folk do back then without handrailings to help them up and down steps?

Obviously that old man is still getting around to fixing that old plow.

My dad was born and grew up in this area (Greene, Hancock & Taliaferro counties). It was once the richest area in Georgia, for some, until the boll-weevil came and destroyed the cotton crop. Now it’s one of the poorest, and has been for decades.