At one time Blue Ridge was a busy farming community with a school, a store and a church. My mom and grandparents grew up in the Blue Ridge Community; even though I have never lived in there it is the place of my roots. At one time Grannie’s farm was a thriving farm complete with a big farm house. I remember Christmas and other family gatherings at Grannie’s house, spending time with Grannie (Great Grandmother) and Aunt Ruby in that big old farm house, eating homemade chocolate pudding and following my Granddaddy around on the farm. Sadly the house burned in the late 1970’s. I remember attending church services in the Blue Ridge church and summer revivals in the tabernacle. I especially enjoyed when they had 5th Sunday dinner on the grounds. The food was amazing and my grandmother made the best sweet tea. The Big Guy and I were married in the Blue Ridge Church. My grandparents were also married in the church.
Please Note: The top two pictures are not mine.
Award winning photo taken by Kenneth Miller of the Hamilton Herald-News as the big house burned.
Note: I was informed by Kenneth Miller that he thinks his dad Bob Miller took the picture.
Remains of the windmill.
All that remains of the big farm house is the pump house and one of the barns in the background.
Hidden in the trees is the big barn. Funny it seemed a lot bigger when I was a kid.
This is all that remains of the store.
Front view of the church.
Our wedding picture. Early in the week a skunk crawled under the church near where we are standing. Guess something weird always happens in weddings.
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