The Granite Savior: A Parable
Judge Paul Toomer, 1902 Above Columbus and Girard, above the City Mill dam, the Alabama bank of the Chattahoochee steepens while the Georgia side sprawls flat and prone to flooding. On the Alabama ridges lounges the community of Summerville, where I live year round and well-off Columbusites lodge their families during the malaria season. The trail that plaits along the riverbank below my farm, around boulder and tree trunk, once led up to the footbridge to Clapp's Factory three miles north of town. Now the bridge is gone, the factory in ruins, but industry still thrives in Columbus, plenty jobs for workers who during Reconstruction were recruited from as far away as Manchester, England, where agents offered millhands and their families free passage to Georgia. No longer a road to work, the trail remains a natural park, unspoiled since Indian days. The steep bank prohibits agriculture, and on summer Sundays couples stroll here as if it were Central Park....