Plundering through the history of our southern way of life, I can always grab hold of something interesting, dust it off, and examine it. Today, I give you a photo essay of the families whose homes were at Tifton’s cotton mill village before it closed. These photos were shared with me many years ago when I was helping dig up information for an exhibit at GMA. I was intrigued. Thrilled. Riding the school bus in my youth, I had seen the village many times but never up close. The photos and conversations with many who had grown up at the village gave me an intimate look at what had been unknown to me.