Sugar received his copies of the Benjamin Spicer Stafford papers from the Caroliniana Library. Stamped on each page? May not be reproduced or copied.
Perhaps with permission. Perhaps I could request permission to transcribe and share on the blog.
In the meantime, Sugar wants to find the area where Benjamin Spicer Stafford lived. Mr. Stafford mentions the location of other homes, businesses, and areas, as to how far away they are in miles. He mentions Colonel Alex Lawton’s place, and also Robertville.
So it’s time for an outing.
We head out towards Hampton County, and turn right onto a little dirt lane just past Tye Branch Road. We were on this road before when we were looking for Colonel Lawton Cemetery, and we know that there is a Stafford Church, but we know little else about the area.
And here we are at Stafford Church.
We don’t have any people here. The only name I’ve seen before is Dr. John King Garnett Tuten, who was the doctor who signed off on a lot of the death certificates that I’m reviewing for several other blogs that I’m publishing.
We traveled the route back the way we came. And we saw things we hadn’t seen before. It was a good thing to travel in reverse.
We’ve never heard of Mulberry Island Plantation, but we think that this confirms that this general area is definitely Sugar’s ancestor’s plantation Mulberry Grove. (I did an internet search and can find nothing about Mulberry Island Plantation.)
A little further down the dirt road, which is incidentally named Two Sisters Ferry Road, we see the most enormous live oak tree by a little house next to a field where workers and machines appear to be harvesting a crop in the distance. We decide to return on a Sunday for a closer inspection, because we’re guessing that workers won’t be working on a Sunday, and we won’t get reported for trespassing.
When we came to the intersection where we would normally turn left onto the highway, we noticed another dirt road directly across from where we were stopped.
So we followed it to its end where it intersected onto Pleasant Hill Road, a distance of some 7 miles. There was absolutely no one and nothing around, except a cotton crop.
We headed over to the Colonel Lawton Cemetery to see if there was anything that we could learn there. I found a few more headstones that I photographed to add to the new blog that I made about Colonel Lawton Cemetery. It’s called Certifiable Presence.
Now I want a cotton field…