Since I was but five years of age, less a day, when we moved from Bladen, I do not have a large store of memories of the place. In fact, I have pretty much exhausted that store in sharing these few articles about our time there. So I am concluding the series with a few photos which were taken on my last visit a couple years ago.
Mrs. Anderson's home, which I deemed to be a mansion, but unlike
the parsonage where we lived, which is still occupied and lovingly maintained.
Across the street from the parsonage was the church. The building had a steeper pitched roof, a bell tower and steeple back in the '30s. Clearly the building has been repurposed, then neglected.