Research brings back bad childhood memories

Last week, someone asked me if I took pictures of the old Nahunta jail when it was being torn down.

I replied, “I sure did,” and that led to other things.

I always heard that my Uncle Charlie Davis escaped from the old jail at least once. A few days ago, someone told me there was a story in a newspaper sometime in the 1970s where someone had escaped. That person went to Reidsville and checked themselves in because they didn’t like the Nahunta jail.