So there I was last week, taking a last run around the field out front of The Freehold -- to make it look kempt for the winter, and give any snow we might get a nice surface to cover -- and on the second circuit, in the lowest part of the field, the mower ... stops.
The engine was still running. The cutting deck was still operating. The mower simply wasn’t moving anymore.
I’d chosen the day because it was going to be rainy soon and I didn’t want to be trying to drive around on wet ground. Instead, I had to leave the mower sitting there, first to get rained on, and then waiting until the ground had firmed up again.
It’s not a gigantic piece of equipment, but it is a riding mower -- and being a ZTR it has a lower profile than your standard Hank Hill lawn tractor. My soon-to-be-53-year-old back isn’t fit to push this thing from a low spot all the way back to the driveway, and bringing the trailer to it wasn’t going to do any good because the ramp incline was going to be even steeper than usual in this spot.
I wound up using a cargo strap, with one hook on a long bolt under the front of the mower, and the strap wrapped multiple times around my car’s towing hitch and the other hook hung in a hook loop on the receiver. I never actually thought it would work (I was sure something would pop loose, or the strap might fail) but I got the mower into the front yard proper and placed the trailer on a slope where the loading ramp wouldn't be so steep. I still needed a hand getting it up the ramp even so, but first thing in the morning this machine is headed for the repair shop to fix whatever’s wrong with it and get new blades while it’s there.
I got a lot of practice backing up with that trailer today.
By the time I get the mower back, the erstwhile Castle McGehee will (knock on wood) have new owners; closing is just before Thanksgiving.
Update, next afternoon: I was wrong; they fixed the mower the same day. What a difference it makes taking it in in November instead of April.
[Originally posted on my static HTML home page when I "wasn't" blogging. Republished to this blog May 10, 2017 for reference.]
© Thursday, November 20, 2014 McGehee
Those who have read Murder in Coweta County or seen the TV movie starring Johnny Cash and Andy Griffith will remember Mayhayley Lancaster, the backwoods fortune teller who helped Coweta County Sheriff Lamar Potts solve the 1948 murder of Wilson Turner.
My mother-in-law recently read the book, and not being from around here she was impressed at how many local place names she recognized. For example, the crime scene was at a tourist camp in Moreland, a few miles south of Newnan, where U.S. 29 and U.S. 27A part ways in their separate southward travels. The orange structure still standing at the site’s southwest edge may date from when the tourist camp was still there.
As for Mayhayley, a recent edutainment TV segment on the case prompted me to look for information about her, and the most easily obtained datum was her burial site, the cemetery at Caney Head Methodist Church in Heard County, a few miles northwest of Franklin. The church flourishes still, and can be found from Franklin by taking Georgia 100 to Roosterville Road, thence to the fading Roosterville itself where an unwary passer-through will miss Caney Head Road if he doesn’t spot the church sign at the intersection to his left. Like I did at first.
Mayhayley’s gravesite is on the side of the cemetery nearest the road, a bit more than halfway from the church to the end of the fenced area. It’s a Lancaster family plot with a few other graves there including that of a Confederate veteran whom we took to have been her father.
In my reading I had also found a description of the house she lived in during her later years, with a sister who took care of her. That and some related family names led us right to the place. We only drove by -- it seems to be occupied still -- and I won’t give details on how to find it. Even so, anyone sufficiently motivated ought to have little trouble finding the clues and piecing them together.
I don’t know whether the current residents have any relationship to Mayhayley or any desire to talk to strangers about the house’s history, and since this hunt was a spur-of-the-moment inspiration I don’t plan on trying to contact them.
[Originally posted on my static HTML home page when I "wasn't" blogging. On a more recent drive-by of Mayhayley's house it appeared to be vacant.]
© Saturday, August 2, 2014 McGehee