Hoschton, GA

Hillcrest-Allen Clinic and Hospital

Hoschton is a city in Jackson County, Georgia, United States. The population was 2,908 at the 2000 census.

History

In 1865, three intrepid brothers, J.R., R.A., and William Hosch, built the first store in what is now Hoschton. In 1880, with the promise of a railroad at hand, R.A. and J.R. Hosch decided to establish a town. The brothers hired surveyors and held a sale of lots. They also bought and gave, for the use of Hoschton citizens, land on which to build the town square, a church, a school and a cemetery. Fittingly, the city name honors the Hosch brothers. 

 Cochran Log House, Hoschton, Jackson County, GA

Geography

Hoschton city proper is located entirely within Jackson County.

The Hoschton Zip Code 30548 goes well beyond the city limits, and results in the post office delivering mail into four counties: Jackson, Gwinnett, Hall, and parts of Barrow counties. Hoschton's zip code is used in about 40% of Braselton town limits.

The city borders Braselton.

 

 External Links:

  hoschtonheritageartscouncil.com 

hoschtonheritageartscouncil.com/HHAC/ 

Source: Internet

The Tin Can Tourists And Early Camper Culture

Highways in the Sun

The opening of highways to southern states during the second decade of the twentieth century allowed newly mobile northerners and adventurous men and women from around the nation to see the unique sites and communities of Florida's interior, away from the more developed cities and destinations on the east and west coasts. After the completion of the Dixie Highway from Montreal to Miami in 1915, the number of automobile tourists increased dramatically every year, and Florida's rural areas and small towns began to change as well.

William Frost Layton in recreational vehicle on tract of land he later developed into Layton's Cottage, Trailer, and Fishing Park: Riviera Beach, Florida (ca. 1940)

Image number: PR30428

Men and their trailer (December 5, 1949)

Image number: C012543
Accompanying note: "Morris Monts de Oca, Charlie Anderson, Bill Buford, Freddie Crews, Wyatt Blassingame, Von Walker, & Wilton Sauls. After 6 days and nights on the beautiful Suwannee River these men are headed home. They traveled the river from Okefenokee Swamp to the Gulf of Mexico."

Campers in Corkscrew Swamp: Collier County, Florida (19--)

Image number: C027949

View of trailer parked near entrance to the Myakka River State Park: Sarasota, Florida (1947)

Image number: C011695a
Myakka River State Park was opened in 1942.

Boyds Modern Tourist Cottages: Pensacola, Florida (1941)

Photo by: Marion Post Wolcott
Image number: RC02739

Original image caption: "Sign advertising tourist cottages on highway outside Pensacola, Florida." The image was created by the New Deal program, Farm Security Administration (originally the Resettlement Administration) in order to demonstrate the hardships of farm workers during the Great Depression.

Michael Sadler holding a sculpture stands outside a trailer: Dead Lakes, Florida (1947)

Image number: C006771

From early automobiles, modified to carry sleeping quarters, kitchen equipment, and barrels of water, to the sophisticated campers as luxurious as nice homes, Florida’s vacationer-explorers used their beloved vehicles to find out-of-way locations of interest and comfortable places to live for a few days or weeks. The original tin can tourists of the 1920s pioneered camper travel, and the practice became ever more popular among the booming families after World War II and increasingly-mobile retirees journeying south.

Trailer parks developed to cater to the waves of new visitors bringing their accommodations with them. Roadside attractions and amusement parks likewise developed facilities to meet the needs of the expanding variety of campers and trailers. Snowbirds, young families, and mobile workers all found Florida welcoming, and more permanent trailer parks appeared recreating the familiarity of village life, only with movable structures comprising its residents’ homes.

Retired railroad man sitting on the bumper of his house-car (1931)

Image number: PR02800

Retired railroad man from Ohio at the Long Branch Trailer Park.

Trailer enters the Bradenton Trailer Park: Bradenton, Florida (1949)

Image number: C011444

The Tin Can Tourists association formed to coordinate the conventions of the new and expanding practitioners of automobile-camper travel. Many of the images included in this section are from a collection at the Department of State, State Archives of Florida that documents the organization and activities of the Tin Can Tourists of the World (T.C.T.) from 1920 to 1982. The records consist of scrapbooks, photographs, convention programs, necrology (memorial) service programs, official records (constitution, by-laws, minutes), correspondence and an early membership list. The scrapbooks contain the bulk of the information available. They document the functions of the T.C.T., the various camp sites where meetings were held, the evolution of the trailers used and the automobiles that towed them, and the activities as well as the amusements enjoyed by the members.

Tin Can Tourists camp: Gainesville, Florida (192-)

Image number: PR01242

Signs read: "Keep to the Right," "Go Slow," and "No Peddlers Allowed."

House car named Harriet at Tin Can Tourists convention: Arcadia (January 10, 1929)

Image number: N028617

Harriett belonged to Mrs. Harriett Warren, Mrs. Flora Kavanaugh, and Westel Ashe, all of Brattleboro, Vermont.

Tin Can Tourists convention: Arcadia, Florida (January 7, 1929)

Image number: N028619

View of west end of camp; 3,000 campers, mostly in tents.

Tin Can Tourists' band: Sarasota, Florida (ca. 1940)

Image number: N028611

The Tin Can Tourists of the World (T.C.T.) was an organization of camping and "trailering" enthusiasts founded at a Tampa, Florida campground in 1919. The goals of the group were to provide its members with safe and clean camping areas, wholesome entertainment, and high moral values. The origin of the term "tin can" in the name is not clear. Some have suggested that it refers to the campers' reliance upon canned foods. Others have asserted the name refers to the small Ford automobile of the era, the Model T or "Tin Lizzie," which was a popular and affordable automobile option among middle class Americans from which the majority of T.C.T. members came. The modified automobile driven by Tin Can Tourists often included large metal barrels for carrying water attached on the vehicles' exteriors. The original recognition emblem of the T.C.T. was a tin can soldered to the radiator cap of a member's car.

The T.C.T. usually held at least two meetings a year. A winter meeting was held at a campground in Florida and a summer meeting was held at a campground in Michigan. The Florida meetings were held in various places, including Tampa, Sarasota, Ocala, and Eustis. These meetings provided the opportunity for transacting official club business and taking part in the numerous social activities offered. For many years these club gatherings provided places of exhibition to the manufacturers of trailers, mobile homes, and camping gear. This aspect of the gatherings continued until after World War II when manufacturers' trade shows took the place of exhibiting at T.C.T. meetings.

Tin Can Tourists convention at Payne Park: Sarasota (1936)

Image number: N028614

House cars at a tin can tourist campout (19--)

Image number: PC0218

Otho Granford Shoup at Gainesville (ca. 1923)

Image number: PR01241
Otho Granford Shoup, Royal Chief of the Tin Can Tourists 1923-1925.

Although some of the early communities popular among Tin Can Tourists resisted the large gatherings of visitors and considered them unruly, Floridians soon began to realize the benefits of a new stream of tourists. The influx of car tourists helped spur further development of better roads in Florida, and inspired the creation of new roadside attractions and other service industries such as restaurant and visitor travel centers.

Tin can tourist: Florida (19--)

Image number: PC0465
Poem copyrighted by F.C. Pfeiffer.

Cooking barbecue at a Tin Can Tourists convention: Arcadia, Florida (192-)

Image number: RC11254

The Golden Age of Camping

After World War II, more and more Americans took to the open road to explore the nation and spend vacations in their vehicles. Although the increasing number of hotels and resorts eventually caused a decline in camper-traveling, ever-more-sophisticated trailers and campers allowed people more comfort and convenience as they sought to combine leisure with their love of traveling.

By the middle of the century, state and national parks equipped themselves to accommodate various types and sizes of camping vehicles. Resorts and villages catering to camper travelers and seasonal residents offered amenities such as art classes and music and dance lessons, as well as leisure and sport facilities such as exclusive covered swimming areas and shuffle board courts.

Car and trailer crossing a bridge: Astor, Florida (1957)

Photo by: Francis P. Johnson
Image number: C024681

From Campers to Trailer Parks

The fondness of many of Florida's millions of visitors and new residents for leisurely accommodations and vacationing helped establish new communities that catered to people looking to stay for extended periods without living in one location year-around. Still other places, such as trailer parks, offered both the chance to put down roots and to pick up stakes and move on when the time was right. Florida is a state well-suited for those who choose impermanence as a lifestyle. In some cases, however, trailer parks and resort camping areas became so well-established that they constituted new towns in themselves. Florida cities that experienced tremendous growth, prosperity and popularity as vacation and relocation destinations, such as Sarasota, also benefited from their trailer parks which helped draw visitors and new residents.

Al and Roey Stickles pushing a baby stroller through a trailer park in Sarasota, Florida (1946)

Image number: C002906

Al Stickles tends to the area near his trailer: Sarasota, Florida (1946)

Image number: C002951

Al and Roey Stickles sit down to have a meal: Everglades National Park, Florida (1946)

Image number: C002885

Al and Roey Stickles dancing at the trailer park: Sarasota, Florida (1946)

Image number: C002936

View of the Sarasota Trailer Park: Sarasota, Florida (1948)

Image number: C008139
Accompanying note: "The city-owned trailer park in Sarasota is one of the world's largest. Thousands gather here every winter to enjoy Florida's Scenic beauty."

View of Hollywood Beach Trailer Park: Hollywood, Florida (1953)

Image number: C017604
Photo by: Charles Barron

Trailer parks proved particularly attractive areas for the thousands of retirees that annually chose Florida as their new homes. Successful parks such as Briny Breezes in Palm Beach, on famous Highway A1A, gained enough population and established enough infrastructures to be incorporated as distinct towns. Trailer parks also provided necessary housing for the droves of new workers brought to areas of Florida transformed by new industries such as Cape Canaveral, the center of United States space-age development in the late 1950's and 1960's.

Retirees play shuffleboard at the trailer park: Clearwater, Florida (1955)

Image number: C022013

View of the shuffleboard court at the trailer park: Clearwater, Florida (1957)

Image number: C022012

Trailer park: Cape Canaveral, Florida (1958)

Image number: C028648
Photo by: Charles Barron

View of the Trailer park and boat area at Briny Breezes: Delray Beach, Florida (1963)

Image number: C640338
Photo by: Johnson

Briny Breezes Auditorium (19--)

Image number: PC0908

View of the Briny Breezes Trailer Park: Delray Beach, Florida (1963)

Image number: C640331
Photo by: Johnson

Unidentified couple tends to their yard at Trailer Estates: Sarasota, Florida (1967)

Image number: C023723

View of the Miami Heights Trailer Park: Miami, Florida (1967)

Image number: C673886
Photo by: Karl E. Holland

Mr. Paul E. Linthieum tends to the garden near the trailers: Fort Lauderdale, Florida (1967)

Image number: C673865
Photo by: Karl E. Holland

Ladies sit near the community swimming pool: Fort Lauderdale, Florida (1967)

Image number: C674485
Photo by: Karl E. Holland

Hollywood camp on the ocean front: Hollywood, Florida (1950)

Image number: C013526

Retirees at the trailer park: Fort Lauderdale, Florida (1963)

Image number: C640346
Photo by: Johnson

Source:  floridamemory.com

Worth the time to read!

My friend Kevin and I are volunteers at a National cemetery in Oklahoma and put in a few days a month in a 'slightly larger' uniform. Today had been a long, long day and I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's and have a cold one. Sneaking a look at my watch,

 

I saw the time, 16:55 . Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day.

 

Full dress was hot in the August sun Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.

 

I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

 

Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.

 

I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

 

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.

 

'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'

 

She took long enough to answer.

 

'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'

 

'My pleasure, ma'am.'

 

(Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.)

 

She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'

 

' Vietnam , ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

 

She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'

 

I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'

 

She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman,
and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time..'

 

'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'

 

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flower bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.

 

She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.

 

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.

 

She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.

 

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone,Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944..

 

She paused for a second and more tears flowed. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'

 

I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'

 

She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'

 

I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'

 

'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'

 

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.

 

She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out and more tears flowed.

 

'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'

 

Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

 

She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband,Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines.'

 

She stopped! Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.

 

She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.

I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.

'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'

Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us down the service road fast. We beat her.

 

She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

 

'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post. When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'

 

I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.

She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice far beyond the realm of most.

 

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

 

Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'

 

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer:  'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas.

 

Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'

 

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts.  They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

'In God We Trust.'

Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!

 

If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!

You are required to pass this on NOW!!

A Thought To Ponder....,

This puts things for those of us "of a certain age" into frightening perspective!

How old is Grandma?

(Read this to the end-- quite an eye opener )

Stay with this -- the answer is at the end... It will blow you away. One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.  The Grandmother replied, "Well, let me think a minute,  I was born before: ' television ' polio shots ' frozen foods ' Xerox ' contact lenses ' Frisbees and ' the pill There were no: ' credit cards ' laser beams or ' ball-point pens Very few people had: ' air conditioners ' dishwashers ' clothes dryers ' and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and ' man hadn't yet walked on the moon Your Grandfather and I got married first, and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother.  Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir."  And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."  We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.  Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.  We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions. Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.  Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started. Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends\ not purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CD's, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.  We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.   If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk. The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.  Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 &10-cent (5 and dime) stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.  Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.  And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.  You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, but who could afford one?  Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. In my day: ' "grass" was mowed, ' "coke" was a cold drink, ' "pot" was something your mother cooked in and ' "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby. ' "Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office, ' "chip" meant a piece of wood, ' "hardware" was found in a hardware store and. ' "software" wasn't even a word. We were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.  We volunteered to protect our precious country.  No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap. How old do you think I am? Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time. Are you ready????? This woman would be only 61 years old. She would have been born in late 1952. GIVES YOU SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT. PASS THIS ON TO THE OTHER OLD ONES, BECAUSE SOME OF THE YOUNG ONES WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

Seven Wonders Of The World .....,

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