National Geographic : 1954 Mar
330 Wide World A President Lines Up His Putts, Even as You and I Augusta. National Golf Club's course provides a severe test for the expert, yet paradoxically allows the average golfer to turn in a better-than-usual score. Cemetery, President Eisenhower's caddy, holds the flag. and orange azalea. Streams raced and beat me to the valleys. Passing hamlets with the intriguing names of Dewey Rose and Hard Cash, I reached Elberton, the "Granite City." Twenty quar ries in the vicinity furnish nearly a third of all America's monumental granite. Shaping, polishing, decorating, and inscribing ceme tery memorials, 64 factories rub rocky elbows at Elberton. Farm's History Reflects Georgia's Seven miles from the Granite City, I paused for an afternoon at Rose Hill Planta tion. Stephen Heard, a former acting governor of Georgia, built the big house in 1810. Suc cessive generations of his family lived there up to 1945. Then John Wade Johnson, a northerner, bought the property. Mr. Johnson said that Rose Hill's history began with peach orchards; but fruit farms farther south glutted the market with earlier harvests. So Rose Hill gave up peaches and got down to cotton, like most of Georgia. In cotton it stayed until Johnson started raising cattle and reforesting the land. His plantation spreads over 400 acres, three-fourths of it in pasture. Woodland covers the rest, richer each year by some 25,000 seedlings. The story of Rose Hill reviews the State's main farming trends through the settled cen turies: orchards, cotton, pastures for cattle, pine for pulp and lumber. All over Dixie's Empire State agriculture advances with industry. Yet, with all its changes and plans for tomorrow, old Georgia remains the soul of the South. The State stands for a gentle way of life which no true southerner forsakes or forgets.