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The Elisha Winn house was built about 1812, in lands that were then a part of Jackson County. This was 6 years prior to the actual incorporation of Gwinnett County. During this time, Elisha Winn was a Justice of Inferior Court in Jackson County from 1815-1817. Elisha and Roger, together with Elisha Pugh, purchased the 7300-acre Jones tract along the Appalachee River from the Jackson County tax collector in 1809. The Winn house now stands on a part of this property. This property became a part of Gwinnett County on December 15, 1818, when the Georgia legislature incorporated the counties of Gwinnett, Walton and Hall. Included in the lands of which these counties are made up was former Indian land which had been ceded to the state.
All of the Jackson County land was included in order to get enough residents to vote so that they could hold elections and begin to govern. The former Indian lands would be distributed thru a state lottery. The three new counties were named for Georgia's signers of the Declaration of Independence - Button Gwinnett, George Walton and Lyman Hall.
As a part of the new county of Gwinnett, the Winn house became historically significant because it was here that much of the planning for the new county took place. Also, it was here that the first functions of county government took place. Inferior Court and the first elections were held in the parlor, and, by early spring of 1819, Gwinnett had a complete slate of elected officials: Sheriff, Clerk of Superior Court, Clerk of Inferior Court, Tax Collector, Tax Receiver, Coroner and Surveyor. The first 5 judges of the Inferior Court were commissioned on February 2, 1819, and included Elisha Winn. He served in this position thru 1825, when he became a state senator from Gwinnett (1826) and a state representative from Gwinnett (1830, 1833 and 1837).
Early sessions of Superior Court (1819-1822) were held in Elisha Winn's barn, the original of which no longer exists. Being the seat of government, the first jail in Gwinnett was also built here. The current jail is similar to the original and stands in the place where the original was built. The county government was relocated to a permanent setting in the new city of Lawrenceville in 1820. The Winns relocated closer to Lawrenceville in 1824.
The property is now under the care of the Gwinnett Historical Society, members of which have done major restoration work. Many thanks to Mr. Tom McGee, who found me taking pictures here and gave me a guided tour of the house and grounds.
The signal is too weak so we're not getting any HD channels on the new TV. I tried fixing things, two trips to Wickes, ScrewFix and B&Q (yes I visited each one twice) and now I have no TV signal at all not even the standard definitions.
We did manage to watch the Life of Pi in 3D though.
A busy Saturday watching the boys. I got the Acer rolling pretty good in between wiping butts and noses and let it roll through my whole flickr account. Pretty crazy to see it all roll by throughout the day and see where it all began.
BTW, that is my wife and my uncle meeting in Germany. Not me. That is, however, quite possibly what I will look like in 20-some-odd years.
And yes I know I have some mad cord management to do.
Strobist info: sb900 at 1/32 power bounced into the ceiling and triggered via manual CLS.
Written words on pieces of rice grains. Kept in that small jar thing with purple colored oil.
First grain: Danica Claire Bayani
Second grain: Don't worry :) Be happy
Third grain: Love is evol
Fourth grain: I <3 JQM & RMC
JQM - Jordan Quinn Mangosong
RMC - Randie Marie Cole
because they were there when I got it.
September 1, 2010.
Day 295: This shot was inspired by a story ed told me, involving a toddler (not his), a sleepless night, falling asleep standing up and door knobs. Long story short, sometimes doors should be locked from the outside.
You know what also sucks?
Coming home from yoga at 9:45 pm all mellow, ready to make a crock pot dinner and do some necessary editing, but discovering you're missing a key ingredient.
Then driving back out to the grocery store, wandering until you find said key ingrediant, remembering you didn't take your %^&^%$ project365 photo, and wandering around snapping stupid photos of grocery items while late night shoppers look at you like you're a wee bit strange.
Then, walking up to the registers and seeing all the lights shut off at once, leaving only one open register, which has a long line of people with full baskets. Then, having to stand in said line while listening to "oops, I did it again" while trying not to overhear the drunk old man in front of you hitting on the old woman in front of him, while dropping some stellar pick-up lines, such as, "I see you have Skinny Cow ice cream, heh heh, tell me about that. Your thighs are like toothpicks." Meanwhile, the woman behind you is a close stander, who is making some loud thrwacking sounds with her dentures, right next to your ear.
Then, you come home, make the dinner, and sit down to edit, and your email is down, meaning you can't get to the list of the work the client wants.
It could be much worse. There could be no cheese in the house.
Bitch, bitch. Whine, whine.
No vintage toilets here. A vintage toilet in Japan is essentially a hole you squat over. Western toilets were just beginning to be adopted when I arrived in Japan. I'm glad they were because I'm not sure how long I would have stayed if they weren't. I found them very uncomfortable to use and after a few drinks, aim became a serious issue.
Anyway, these days high-tech toilets equipped with heated seats, a variety of spray settings, bottom driers and deodorizers, etc. are the norm. One of my favorites is the device that plays the sound of a toilet flush continuously during your visit so that no one can hear you tinkle. Yes, the Japanese can be a bit neurotic.
Day 126: I wish I had today's weather for yesterday, oh well. This is a wooden retaining wall in my apartment complex.
Tonight's Project 365 photo is of Drury Lane that joins the Bridge Mall to Curtis Street.
It's nice to see a lane in town that doesn't have that many graffiti tags on it's walls.
I love the way the cobblestones have been worn down over the years and the way the pipes and conduits give some great lines.
Best viewed LARGE www.flickr.com/photos/deanog/6132670466/sizes/l
Today's Project 365 pic is of a statue that was unveiled in Sturt Street during Heritage Weekend.
It is of Major General Harold Edward "Pompey" Elliott CB, CMG, DSO, DCM, VD.
Pompey was educated in Ballarat before fighting in the Boer War and World War 1.
He returned from the war to become a Victorian Senator, but sadly had what we now know as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Depression.
In 1931, he took his own life.
Today's Project 365 is of sunset over Lake Burrumbeet.
I stopped off on my way home from Beaufort to get some photos of the smoke coming from the burn across the lake but stayed another hour to watch the sun set.
You can still see some of the smoke, but nowhere near as thick as it was an hour before. I like the two-tone sky, separated by the clouds.
Lake Burrumbeet had dried up during the drought, but the rains late last year and early this year have returned it to it's former glory. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Burrumbeet
I did try a couple close up shots of the sun at 500mm, but stupidly looked in the viewfinder and ended up seeing purple and pink for the next 45 minutes.
A valuable lesson learned... especially when I looked at 500mm photos on the computer and saw a single piece of fluff was between the lens and the UV filter, which was in the way in all those shots.
The first shot in my first go at #Project365. Given the events of the previous night, it only felt natural to portray a cup of coffee.
Wow I almost missed taking a photo today. I was working on my taxes late tonight and was about to shut down for the night and then realized.