Presented by the Laurens County Historical Society, Dublin, Georgia. For questions and information, please contact Scott B. Thompson, Sr. at

Friday, February 27, 2009

Oconee High School

Oconee Alums Speak to DHS/DMS Students

The noise in the halls seemed pretty normal for a Wednesday morning at
Dublin High School.
But the crowd of kids, all drifting toward the gymnasium, fell silent as
soon as Principal Tim Scott got up to speak.
“That’s one of the things I always said I loved about this school,” Scott
told the quieted crowd. “...This is the only place I’ve been where it was quiet
enough that I could talk without needing a microphone.”
The occasion wasn’t a pep rally for the basketball team, or recognition
for school excellence.
It was a history lesson. And an important one at that.
Over the past two weeks, members of the Oconee High School National
Alumni Association and the Black Festival Committee paid visits to Dublin
Middle and Dublin High schools to share the history of the mighty Trojans as
part of Black History Month.
“We actually hadn’t planned a visit to Dublin High,” said organizer Elaine
Berry, “but we had teachers who heard of our visit to Dublin Middle and they
said they’d love for us to come to Dublin High also.”
Oconee High School holds a special place in the hearts of many Laurens
Besides being the city’s high school for black children until integrating
with old Dublin High in 1970, Oconee High School produced many influential
leaders, educators and businessmen; something Berry said may have been
lost on current generations separated more than four decades from
“There was once an Oconee High School,” current Dublin City BOE
chairman and Oconee grad Rev. Richard Sheffield said. Sheffield went on to
elaborate about the school’s history and significance in Laurens County.

Jerry Davis, Oconee High School National Alumni Association president,
gave the history of the school, telling of how Mrs. Muriel C. Bacote, wife of
first principal Lucius Bacote, named the school after the Oconee River that sat
only yards away from the school site off Hwy. 19 South.
Mrs. Ellington Martin followed with descriptions about how integration
created Dublin’s current colors—Green and Gold.
Prior to integration, Dublin High’s colors were Green and White, while
Oconee’s colors were Blue and Gold. The current school colors were the
result of combining the dominant hue of each school.
The focus shifted to the football team, and during Jerry Chatman’s
speech about Trojan football, he elaborated on his own experiences.
Chatman wasn’t an honor student in high school, but finished with a
3.63 GPA during his years at Fort Valley State College.
“You may not start out in the race,” Chatman said to middle schoolers
earlier in the week, “but it’s how you finish the race.”
Berry felt the same.
After growing tired of college right out of high school, Berry left to join
the work force.
“I worked 30 years and retired,” Berry said, “but I realized I could not go
any further without a college education.”
Berry went on to earn a Masters in counseling and psychology;
something she and the rest of the Oconee High visitors wanted the children
to use as motivation in their own lives.
“Some of us were the products of Katie Dudley Village,” Berry said. “We
want the children to know that it doesn’t matter where you come from, what
does matter is the outcome.”


"Three old gentlemen of the South" Laughing Ben Ellington (R) of Laurens County, Georgia was a popular performer at exhibitions and carnivals across the nation. In the early 1900s, Ellington, who was known for his boisterous laughing, was a featured performer at the Pan American Exposition.

Photo of Dublin automobile dealer and NASCAR driver, Talmadge "Tab" Prince, (#78) during one of the twin 125-mile qualifying races at Daytona in 1970. Prince became the first person ever killed at a Grand National Race at the Daytona Speedway later in the race. In those days, the qualifying race were actual grand national races.

Laying of the cornerstone of J.P. Stevens & Co., 1948. East Dublin, GA.

Photograph of a brick at the old Dublin High School, now demolished, marking the parking space of former legendary mathematics teacher and drama club sponsor, R. Lynn Wooddy. These bricks remained virtually uneroded from the time the school was closed in 1970 until its demolition earlier this year. (Photo by Scott B. Thompson, Sr.)

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


The Laurens County Courthouse, circa 1911.

Buildings go up. Buildings go down. Sometimes economics and progress require their razing. All too often, apathy pulls down the structures we love, the ones that have special meanings. They are the places where we were born or where we married. They are the halls of learning. They are the places we grew up with and we always relied upon to buffer the continuity of the past through the present and into the future.

When the Laurens County Board of Commissioners and Revenue erected the old county courthouse in 1895, it was the most imposing and ornate structure any where around in these parts. In those days, architects had no electrical, plumbing or air condition systems to design. Utility and cost were often the primary design requirements.

For three score and seven years, the grand government house served the people of Laurens County. But as the population of the county began to skyrocket after the end of World War II, more and more people meant more and more crimes. Real estate transactions escalated. More storage space was needed. For twenty-five years, the county had shifted some of its operations a block away to the old post office on Madison Street. Moreover, the bricks furnished by local brick maker L.A. Chapman were beginning to fail. Nearly all systems were malfunctioning, and often.

Something had to be done quickly. And, that’s where the problem began to erupt. The early 1960s was an era of out with old and in with the new. Preservation minded politicians were as scarce as rain gages in the Sahara Desert.

Everyone mostly agreed that a new courthouse was needed. The number one question was where to build it. Option one was to remodel and expand. That choice was immediately discounted due to the fact that the existing structure was situated right smack dab in the middle of a traffic island and surrounded by two Federal highways. Option two was to the building in place as strictly a courthouse and moving other offices to other locations in the downtown area, a choice which had been practiced for many years.

The question of ideal working conditions remained. No economically viable solution could found for maintaining two complexes. It always comes down to a question of money.

A third option was to the leave the original building in place a community center and build a self-contained complex on the fringe of the downtown area. A fourth option, one favored by a majority of the county commissioners, was to keep the courthouse on the square and build a new complex out on Telfair Street on the site of the former Laurens County Agricultural Center and Georgia State Patrol Station.

That possibility was no solution at all, especially in the minds of the business owners and operators who had vested and substantial interests in keeping the courthouse in the center of town. In those days, the courthouse was open on Saturday when the country folk and the working people came to downtown to shop.

The question of relocating became a moot one. The main issue was renovating or building a new one. And, that’s where the problem really began. There were still quite a few residents and even more tax payers who saw little need for paying more taxes. Many folks just didn’t want to see the center piece of their heritage ripped down and replaced with a cold cookie cutter building, void of any character and charm whatsoever.

I can’t blame them. If I had not been six years old, I would have been picketing out front of the building, even though it was the site of where I received the first spanking I ever got, or the one I remember most vividly. You see, my daddy warned me not to mess with the ink well in the clerk’s office. Not two moments later, the indigo liquid was all over the front of my pants and my daddy’s spanking hand all over the back of them.

In August 1962, the voters of Laurens County went to the polls and cast a resounding defeat of the bond issue to fund the building of a new building on the courthouse square. The commissioners were in a quandary. There was no money to build or renovate, so the commissioners turned to an old time friend of Laurens County.

They placed a call to Cong. Carl Vinson of Milledgeville, who had several Laurens County for more than fifty years. Vinson, who had already secured the location of the VA Hospital and Interstate Highway 16 in the county, used his powerful influence to include the project in an early form of a stimulus bill proposed by Pres. John F. Kennedy.

President Kennedy had a belief that Federal funding of municipal and county construction projects would help to extend the county’s continuing economic recovery after World War II. With the funding of half of the project in hand, the bond issue was approved by the voters in November. It would be the first time in American history that a county courthouse was built with Federal funds.

Vinson would continue to support our county by appropriating additional funds to build a new library. Thankfully forward thinking citizens fought back to prevent the demolition of the old one and in doing so, formed the Laurens County Historical Society, which is now completing its fortieth year of operating the Dublin-Laurens Museum.

Yes, old buildings must fall sooner or later. All I ask is that if they can’t be saved or profitably utilized, recycle some of their parts. Just like Wiley and Barbara Shepard who bricked their two-story wooden 19th Century home with the courthouse bricks. Or, the members of Christ Episcopal Church who still ring the old bell in praise of the Almighty. Or, even my father, who purchased and installed the old weather vane on top of our house.

Cherish your memories of old buildings. Tell their stories, pick up a brick, but don’t do what I did on the last day of January of this year. In my hasty attempt to save memorable pieces of the old High School, I had a heart attack. I could have easily died. But by the grace of God, who automatically rerouted my arteries around two of the other blockages and all of your prayers, I am still here each week telling you the stories of our people and the land I love.

Sunday, February 22, 2009



The Silver Star is awarded for gallantry in action against an enemy of the United States, which does not justify being included in a higher award. The award, the third highest honor in the Armed Forces, may be awarded to a member of the Armed Forces who distinguishes himself by extraordinary heroism in an action against an enemy of the United States, military operations involving conflict without an opposing foreign force, or while serving with friendly forces in an armed conflict against an opposing force in which the United States is not a belligerent party.

Sixteen native Laurens Countians or residents have received the Silver Star for their extraordinary heroism. Five of these men lost their lives in action.


Lt. Ossie F. Keen, USA


Corporal James W. Bedingfield, USMC
Captain Walter Bedingfield, USA
Captain Bobbie E. Brown, USA (2 awards)
Captain Will Henry Jones, USMC (posthumously awarded)
Lt. Paul Jimmy Scarboro, USAAF (posthumously awarded)
Lt. William L. Sheftall, USAAF
Capt. Raymond Talbird, USA (2 awards)
Captain William C. Thompson, USN
Tech Sgt. Luther Word, USA (posthumously awarded)
Tech Sgt. Thruman Wyatt, USA
Sgt. Frank Zetterower, Jr., USA (posthumously awarded)


Sgt. Wesley Hodges, USA


Col. Addison Hogan, USA
Lt. Col. Clyde Stinson, USA (3 awards, one posthumously awarded)
Capt. Fred M. Stuckey, USA
Major James F. Wilkes, USAF (2 awards)

If you know of any other Laurens County natives or residents who were awarded the Silver Star, please contact me at 478-279-2514 or at

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Looking For Information - African American Heritage of Laurens County

Do you have a story relating to the African-American heritage of Laurens County? A person, a place, an event? If so, let me know.

The African-American heritage of our county runs deep into our county's 202 year history. I can think of no other community of our size where African-Americans have played more significant roles in the history of our community, state and nation than Laurens County, Georgia.

You can always reach me at 478-279-2514 or

Thank you,

Scott B. Thompson, Sr.

Looking For Information - Sgt. Jimmy Bedgood

Sgt. Jimmy Bedgood

Please help me and Kevin Bedgood find out more information on his father, Sgt. Jimmy Bedgood, who was killed in Vietnam on May 6, 1968. I will be publishing an article on this Laurens County Hero in honor of Memorial Day, 2009.

Please contact me at 478-279-2514 or

Friday, February 20, 2009

Pictures of the Week

The horizontal "theatre" sign at Theater Dublin. This is the original sign from the Ritz Theater at 220 W. Jackson St., a block east of Theater Dublin. When the Ritz Theater was burned for the final time in the early 1940s, the sign was salvaged and incorporated by Roy Martin into his new theater, "The Dublin Theater," which replaced the original Dublin Theater, which was completed in the mid 1930s.

The Face of the Unknown Soldier.
The Laurens County monument to
the fallen soldiers of the Confederate
States of America.Erected in 1909.
Formally unveiled
on April 26, 1912.

Steeple of First Methodist Church at Sunset.

Blackshear's Ferry, circa 1890s. An Atlanta photographer captures his photography wagon as it crosses the Oconee River at Blackshear's Ferry.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


For those of you who don’t know, I had a heart attack on January 31st. I ask your leave to let me tell you about what led up to it and will result from my life changing invent.

I confess. I am an inveterate biscuit eater. Ever since I chewed one of my Gommie’s delicious biscuits made with lard and dripping with real cow butter, I was hooked. I gobbled every french fry within my reach. Meats, cheese, chips and peanut butter were the staples of my diet. I love salt, never dreaming it would be damaging my body. Being blessed with a mother who could out cook Paula Deen on her best day, I ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted to.

At first, it didn’t matter, I was a bean pole up until the time I graduated high school. But then, I began to slow down. After I finished by physical training in R.O.T.C., I ran only when I had to, and not often enough. The stresses of daily adult life began to set in.

I knew I was overweight, but I never saw myself as overly fat. Back last summer, I made a conscious decision to lose weight. And I did. I had lost about 27 pounds. I had my cholesterol levels checked at least once a year. They weren’t bad, but they could have been better. My good HDL level was too low and my bad LDL needed some work. So, I continued to religiously take my Lipitor to control my cholesterol and started eating healthier foods. I didn’t exercise enough, a partial result of the onset of arthritis and planar fasciitis in my left foot. My blood pressure stayed normal, or even below normal, by taking my medicine as directed.

Like most men, I ignored some of the signs of heart problems. I got out of breath when I engaged in moderate exercise. I thought that just came with being fat and fifty. I was thinking about going to the fitness center and working out, but that was just it, I was thinking about it and not doing it.

Saturday, January 31st was another normal Saturday. I worked a little in the yard and I felt fine, or just normal. I went over to the site of the old Dublin High School to pick up a few more precious pieces of our city’s heritage to share with others, who couldn’t get there to save a memory.

And then, it happened. I felt a severe gas pain in my throat. I attributed it to a deliciously spicy bbq chicken samwich and serving of porknbeans, the night before. When I stopped, the pain subsided. I burped and everything seemed to be better. Then I felt worse. I headed home. Something in my mind, I believe it was one of my guardian angels, said to find the bottle of 81mg aspirin. I did and took six of them. That may have saved my life. Ask your doctor about starting a daily aspirin regimen.

I laid down for about five hours and took another blood pressure pill. The pain went away. I never had the first classic heart attack symptom. There was no strong pain in my chest, no severe pains in my shoulder or jaw. My breathing was normal. My blood pressure was elevated, but amazingly my pulse rate was normal. So, I did what any other stupid person would do. I went about my business the next day.

The next night wasn’t a good one. I still had the gas sensation and my back hurt, the latter of which I discounted as a result of lifting too much. Then it got worse again. I called one of my secretaries to take me to the Medical Center. A voice, belonging to another of my angels, said to me, call an ambulance. I did. They came. They comforted me and went to work doing the job that they were trained, but are so woefully underpaid, to do. EMT Mike Reed told me that there was some damage to the back of my heart. Reed calmly went through his normal routine keeping me at ease.

After arriving at the ER and undergoing a battery of tests, the staff doctor came in and told me that I had a heart attack. I said to myself, "yeah, but I am still here." When I was a child, the phrase, "He had a heart attack" was the response to what caused someone’s death.

And now, here is the strange twist. My HDL "good" cholesterol was 28 points better than the adult male recommended level of 50. My LDL "bad" cholesterol was 52, nearly fifty points below the optimal level of 100. In total, my cholesterol level was 130, a mark that any one of any age could be proud of. But I still had a heart attack. So despite a low cholesterol level, no one is ever safe. Other factors, family history, stresses, etc., remain.

Enter Dr. Manuel Vega and the crack operating staff at Fairview Park Hospital. Dr. Vega walked into the room. He quickly read my chart, walked over to wash his hands, and urged everyone to hurry up. With only a topical anesthetic, Dr. Vega inserted a catheter into my groin. I was awake the entire time. I felt the cold air of the operating room and the hardness of the table pressing against my back. He saved my life, though he will deny it, right there by placing four stints to relieve a completely blocked artery. I later found out that I had two other blocked arteries. By the grace of God, my heart had automatically rerouted the blood flow around the other two blockages. So, I am now blessed to say that I am on the elective bypass surgery list at Emory University Hospital and not on the emergency list. Hopefully, I will have the procedure done in one month by one of the finest cardiac surgeons in the country.

All will go well and I will become a poster boy for overcoming heart disease. All I ask is that you too, "learn and live," and follow the motto and advice of the American Heart Association. Visit your doctor and follow his advice. Eat right. Learn about your family’s medical history- see I keep trying to tell you that at least some history is important to you. Get off your fanny. Learn the signs and symptoms of heart disease. Support the American Heart Association. Try not worry. Pray for others who suffer from this killer disease. It was your prayers that got me through the first phase of this ordeal and your prayers that will get me through the next and most critical phase.

I am eternally grateful to Dr. Manuel Vega, EMTs Mike Reed and Mel Tripp , the nurses and staff of the Cardiac Care Unit of Fairview Park Hospital for the unparalleled care they gave me in saving my life. I know they will say it is their job, but to me they are heroes.

As I come to the point in my new life, I will begin to relieve myself of the stressful roles. One of my new roles will be as an advocate of a healthy heart life. I may, no I will, bug some of you about staying fit and eating right. But, that is okay, because that’s what friends are for. If, my efforts can save at least one of you, whether I know you or not, then my role as a survivor of a heart attack will be complete.

Some survive and fall back to bad habits when they start feeling better. So during this American Heart Month and all throughout the year, learn about heart disease. It will save your life or the life of someone you love. Heart disease kills more Americans than any other disease. Every twenty five seconds an American will have a coronary event. Every minute one of us dies. Yes, I said DIES, from it. It just wasn’t my minute. I was one of the lucky ones. Many are not so lucky. For those who make it and even for those of you who never have a coronary, every day will be a new and blessed day. Learn and live!

Friday, February 13, 2009



In January 1866, Pro Gustavas Adolfus Holcomb from Riddleville, Ga. opened a school at what is known as the W.O. Prescott place on the Dublin and Sandersville Road. On the opening day for the school 67 pupils were enrolled.

The school house was a small one room log house about 18 x 20 feet which was not large enough to accommodate 67 pupils. The patrons seeing the predicament they were in hurriedly erected a large shelter 40x50 feet. This shelter rested upon heart pine post let to the ground and extending up ten feet. A pine board floor of rough planks resting on logs laid on the ground which put the ___ wall above the ground. The cover was of five foot board made from pine trees and nailed on small pine poles which were used for laths(?). The boards were nailed on with nails made in the local blacksmith shop and generally known as _ought nails. One end of the shelter was boarded up entirely and the others were left open except about three feet around the three sides at the bottom, which gave an appearance of an enclosure.

There was no provision for heating on cold days. A large fire was kindled in the yard nearby and a few benches moved out for girls and the boys to stand around the fire to keep warm. Among the male pupils was about 20 young men form 17 to 22 years most of whom has served in the Confederate war and had had no opportunity for school advantages during the four year period of the war. The large boys were allowed to spend their study periods out in the yard where they enjoyed the warm sunshine on cold days and the shade during summer.

In 1867, Conference sent Rev. J.M. Morgan from Guyton, Ga. as pastor of the Dublin Circuit. , which was at that time composed of Dublin, Gethsemane, Boiling Springs and a small church about one mile north of Lovett, known as “Gopher Hill,” taking its name from the fact that gophers had chosen this sand hill for easy igging of their holes.

The Holcomb School shelter was not included in the Dublin Circuit at that time. Rev. Morgan by giving an evening apportionment made good to the Shelter, as it was generally known, and appointment every third Sunday in the month. Rev. Tom Harris, a Christian minister from Sandersville, had an evening appointment for nearly every fourth Sunday. Rev. F.W. Flanders also filled engagements at “The Shelter” when and ______ occurred. This plan of filling engagements at “The Shelter” continued until 1876 when Rev. H.M. Williams then quite a young man full of energy and determination was sent to the Dublin Circuit.

The building of the Methodist Church at the “Shelter” site had been agitated at intervals for several years. At one time during Rev. Morgan’s ministry of four ears, twelve hundred dollars was subscribed and Col. John M. Stubbs then a young lawyer living at Tucker’s Cross Roads was instructed to draw plans and make stimates of the cost. He drew a beautiful plan with a tall steeple and estimated the cost at five thousand dollars. This amount seemed so large to many of the citizens until it was like sealing the whole enterprise in ice waters to _______ until 1876. When Rev. Williams worked up new interest and called a meeting of the public and money enough to pay for framing and weather boarding was subscribed and a new site one mile south from the Shelter was chosen as a more desirable location at a meeting at the old “Shelter.” Rev. Williams decided it was best to organize a church. The organization was completed with sixteen names as charter members of the new church. As the ____ members. They were: Elijah F. Blackshear, Mrs. Elijah F. Blackshear, William H. Walker, Mrs. William H. Walker, Kinchen H. Walker, Richard A. Kellam, Mrs. Temperance Kellam, Miss Addie F. Kellam, Winfield B. Smith, Alfred A. Morgan, Laura M. Smith, Mrs. Polly Garnto, Mrs. Rebecca Davis, Mrs. I.M. Blackshear, David S. Blackshear, Mrs. Susan Mason and Mrs. Winifred Mason.

The first board of Stewards was Kinchen H. Walker, Richard A. Kellam, W.B. Smith and David S. Blackshear. After completing the organization of the new church, it was in order to give it a name. All persons were asked to suggest names: Evergeen, Olivet, Guyton (as Joseph M. Guyton and Col. C.S. Guyton had given the land for the site). One old gentleman in the back of the church who was not a member of any church rose and suggested the name of “Luck and Trouble.” Rev. Williams asked why he suggested that name he supplied because they were lucky to get it so far and trouble to get it further. Rev. Williams proposed the name of “Marvin” in honor of Bishop Marvin. Rev. Williams’s suggestion seemed most popular and the new church was given the name of “Marvin.”

Lumber was immediately furnished from Robert H. Hightower’s mill. The great grandfather of Robert H. now residing in Dublin. The lumber was to be hauled from the mill 16 miles away in Johnson County. T.J. Blackshear with a three-yoke team of oxen did the hauling as a part of his matching contribution.

Work began at once with Mr. D.S. Blackshear as director with any volunteer labor who came. The church was framed, weather boarded and covered and with no delay and a floor. It remained in a unfinished condition for quite a while and D.S. Blackshear was finally hired to complete the church about 1874 (?) During the time the church as being furnished and ruing the periods work was not progressing, regular services ere being conducted at “The Shelter by regular pastors assigned to Marvin Church. The “Old Shelter” be referred to as forge upon which a spring board to the building of a new church.

After the organizing of Marvin Church, the membership increased until the day of opening the new church A large enrollment of members were present. The church was not dedicated until 1885. Dr. J.O.H. Clark preached the dedication sermon. George C. Thompson was Pastor at that time. The following preachers filled the pulpit at intervals. Rev. A.M. Williams, Rev. F.W. Flanders, Rev. Hudson, Rev. Powell, Rev. Hearn. Rev. H.A. Hodges, Rev. Joseph Carr and Rev. G.M. Prescott, a local preacher.

Written by T.J. Blackshear, son of David S. Blackshear, circa 1900-1920.

Pictures of the Week

WPA Nursery in Dublin in the late 1930s.

An engine of the Wrightsville and Tennille Railroad at

the East Dublin rail yard ca. 1920s.

Brewton native Theron Sapp (#40) scores

against Georgia Tech to "Break the Drought," an eight game losing streak. Sapp was a star on both offense and defense and led the Bulldogs to a 7 to 0 victory. For his heroic efforts, Sapp was immoralized in Georgia Bulldog history as only one of four Bulldogs players to have his jersey number retired. Sapp was the MVP of the Senior Bowl in 1959 and played for the World Champion Philadelphia Eagles. He finished his career with the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Front porch window of the Captain Hardy B. Smith house, taken in July 2007 by Scott B. Thompson, Sr.

The reflection in the window is the western side of the First Methodist Church.

The window's wavy glass, caused by more than a century of settling of the high viscosity liquid in the glass, causes an eery appearance.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Moore's Station


Moore’s Station was founded in 1891 as a station on the Macon, Dublin and Savannah Railroad. With the coming of Dublin’s first railroad to the western regions of the state, a small community sprang up around the small depot located on the railroad where the lands of J.T. Moore and A.H. Moore came together.

A post office named Picciola had been established in 1879 in the area with Jeremiah H. Yopp as its first postmaster. In 1889, just prior to the coming of the railroad, the name of the post office was changed to Vallambrosa. That post office closed in 1899 and the mail was sent to Dublin for delivery.

Located five miles west of Dublin, Moore’s Station was located near the junction of the Dublin-Cochran and the Old Chicken Road. The Moore families sold of their original plantation lands to speculators, which included Dublin hardware magnate, W.W. Robinson, and Thomas M. Hightower, who maintained a large pear orchard on the outskirts of the community. Other early property owners included Alex Brady, Rollin Hughes, N.C. Chandler, Z. Kennedy, and Dr. E.R. Jordan. The Laboring Friends Society established their lodge at Moore’s Station in 1899.

For most of the first half of the 20th Century, Moore’s Station, though no longer active as a railroad depot, was a small commercial center for farmers living west of Dublin. A two story brick store remained in existence until the 1950s on the southwestern part of town.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Pictures of the Week

Bellevue Avenue, ca. 1920. (Left to Right - N.B. Rawls, H.S. Fuller, T.H. Smith
and Stephen J. Lord.

Claxton's Hospital on Bellevue Avenue. Opened in the late 1930s by

Dr. E. B. Claxton. The hospital was operated until the early 1980s when

it was purchased by the Laurens County Hospital Authority. The building

was actually the first home of the Dublin Center of Middle Georgia College.

The New Dublin Hotel, located on South Jefferson

Street just above the railroad tracks, was opened

in the early 1900s and was in business until it was

torn down in the early 1960s. It was Dublin's prime

hotel until the opening of the Fred Roberts Hotel in


Saxon Street School - Opened in the fall of 1909.

This near replica of Johnson Street School on

on the northeast side of town was replaced in

the early 1950s by some of the present brick

building. The school has served students on

the south side of Dublin for nearly a century.