With my job, I travel to 9 different counties. All of which are new to me since I have not "explored" Alabama. During my travels and when I have time, I try to capture some of the people's stories and a glimpse of the area.
Recently, I was going along State Highway 10 from Abbeville, Alabama heading to Clio when I found this:



I desperately wanted to venture into or at least peek into the house. The overgrown state of the grass, weeds, bushes, and trees kept me from venturing too close. Maybe next time, I will wear the appropriate attire for such adventure. Regardless, I could just imagine Rosa Parks spending part of childhood here and gazing over the fields.

My next find was found while traveling along Highway 51 from Clio towards Elba (which will be another photo essay). I spotted the top of a roof from the main road. I saw vines climbing, shingles missing, and the tip of a steeple.

Curiosity got the better of me and I had to take a look. I pulled off 51 onto Church Street and found myself in the Elamville community. There I found this:





As I photographed it, I thought of all the things that has happened in this church. Weddings, funerals, baptisms, services, gatherings...the list is endless. I do wish someone would come along with the funding to restore this old beauty.



Comments: 62
There's a lot we could do.....now I just need to save some money and do it.
I knew Rosa Parks lived there I did a essay on her in College a long time ago
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Thank you so much for the feature! I found some more interesting things yesterday and a few days ago during my additional travels :) I will work on getting those posted soon.
I had the pleasure of hearing Rosa Parks speak on more than one occasion at my Church. Surely she is missed by MANY.
How fortunate you are to actually have heard Rosa Parks speak! I bet she was something else and just an incredible person! I would have liked to have heard her and met her in person.
It's also funny you should mention being a wanderer. For a long time, my family referred to me as the "gypsy" ;)
I was stationed in Misssisippi in 1958 and ventured occaionaly into Alabama. It was not a welcoming place for a serviceman from New York in those days.
Thank you for posting your wonderful photo essay at Pretty Pictures.