Take a small town in Alabama, chocked full of colorful southern characters. Add a young lady named Bunny, who likes teased hair, tight clothes, high heels, white bread, and Spam. Follow her as she makes her way through a southern society she has never quite been a part of. It is a tale of old traditions, old families, friends, a little voodoo, and the skeletons that dance in the closet. Oh, did I mention her mother is the town madame.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Featherbed Motel Turbeville, SC
Continuing on my journey up Highway 301, I came upon the Featherbed Inn in Turbeville, SC. Now if you are not familiar with Turbeville (population 820), its most notable business may be its downtown local eatery the "Chat 'n Chew". I digress.
The Featherbed Motel looked to be a well to do place in her day.
Sadly, her day had past. What was left were remnants of days long gone. But just looking at the building it made we want to go back in a time machine, drive up in a 1960's Oldsmobile, check into room #4, put on my swim suit and relax by the pool. What more could a traveler want after a long day on the road.
The comfortable iron benches where visitors could relax under the shade of the awning still sit in front of many of the rooms.
Looking down the corridor, you can see the line of room doors.
And the pool, I am sure was most relaxing in its day. Although these days it is losing the battle to algae and weeds.
Such a sad site to see, a shadow of her former self, abandoned to the elements.