Old school and church building in 'downtown' Janes Mill. |
I was out riding around in this part of the county the other
day and eventually found myself on Janes Mill Road, a dirt road that will take
you right through the heart of this quiet country community. It was already on
up in the day, and only a light breeze stirred the hot summer air. The only
thing stirring was a whip-thin black snake that wasted no time crossing the
road in front of my truck.
Not far down Janes Mill Road, I pulled over for a closer
look at an old wood-frame structure sitting in the forks of a shady
intersection. Someone long ago had tacked a green sign reading “Janes Mill” to
the trunk of a large post oak beside the building. Friends have told me that
this old building was once used as a community school and others say they
remember attending church services there many years ago.
I eventually climbed back in my truck and continued down
Janes Mill Road to the New Hopewell Baptist Church. According to the sign out
front, James Aubrey Wilson is the church’s pastor, and they have services twice
a week on Sundays and Wednesday. I pulled into the churchyard, parked in the
shade beside a pair of flagpoles and stepped out into the humid air.
The flagpoles in front of the church were topped by American
and Christian flags, and a pair of plaques can be found at the base of each
pole. One plaque says that the American flagpole was dedicated in memory of
Dubert and Lucille Pettis. The pole bearing the Christian flag was dedicated in
memory of Hanis and Voncile Emmons.
From there, I walked behind the church and spent what seemed
like a long time exploring the graveyard there. Just eyeballing it, I’d say
this well-maintained cemetery contains about 250 graves. During my walk through
the cemetery, the oldest grave that I saw belonged to Emily Hammond, who passed
away at the age of 38 in January 1867, less than two years after the end of the
War Between the States.
To no surprise, you will also find a number of graves
belonging to members of the Janes family, who lent the community their namesake.
The oldest Janes grave that I found belonged to an unnamed infant who died at less
than a month old during the Great Depression year of 1934. Another grave belonged
to young Palmer Janes, who died at the age of 17 after having served as a
private in the field artillery in World War II.
From there, I eased down to the wooden bridge over Burnt
Corn Creek and found another shady spot to pull over. No one seemed to be
around for miles, so I walked out onto the bridge and observed the high, swift
creek for a few minutes. Somewhere out of sight to the north, Brushy Creek
flows into Burnt Corn Creek adding its waters to the flow before the creek
enters Escambia County a few miles to the south.
As they often do, my thoughts turned to the ancient Indians
who once lived in this area. How far was I from the site of the Battle of Burn
Corn Creek? How many old villages once lined the banks of this old creek? Are
there any Indian mounds, arrowheads or other relics and artifacts to be found
nearby?
Eventually, I climbed back in my truck and pointed it back
towards Evergreen. As I drove back into town, my thoughts continued to go back
to the Janes Mill community, a place that its residents no doubt are proud to
call home. From a historical standpoint, my feeling is there is much more to
this community than what meets the eye.
In the end, let me hear from you if you know any more about the history of the Janes Mill community. I’m especially interested in hearing any old ghost stories, local legends or Indian lore from this part of the county. If you have any information to share along these lines, please let me know so that it can be documented for future generations to come.
My name is Michael Janes ,I can share a great deal of history about the old mill. It was started by my great grand father( whom I know practically nothing) I do know he was patriarch to five sons and three daughters.
ReplyDeleteMy granddaddy was J. C. Janes.
His brothers Earnest , Wilton,Arthur, and Herman.Daughters Adelle,
Zula and Sally.All the brothers worked the mill. And one daughter, Zula.
The mill had a livery stable ,
Workshop. The old church served as a school in the early part of the last century.
The mill had one enormous
Log truck to haul timber.A
truck which My mother drove to Brewton Alabama to have me!
She picked cotton that day too.
The 28 acres around the mill
has been in the family nearly
a century.
I could go on and on...