When I was a little girl these were a frequent site in the Pee Dee region in South Carolina. This is a barn where tobacco was cured. Many burned down as a casualty of the burners inside drying the tobacco leaves. Most others have fallen victim to time, weather, and encroachment of suburbia. To me, the few remaining bring back fond memories of my Granddaddy, summers I spent on the farm, and the wonderful smell of curing tobacco.