Ever since my parents moved to the area in the late 80s, I’ve known about the Greshamville Mall. While I never once went inside, the place fascinated me.
I’d drive past on my way back to classes at UGA a little afraid to stop in since it didn’t look real welcoming at the time.
When Brian and I moved back to Athens and drove by the Greshamville Mall on our way home from my visiting my parents, we would joke about all the things we could do in this one little building. We could grab a slice of pizza, get a deer processed, pick up some bait and do our laundry simultaneously.
Sometimes, I’d see a group of older gentleman hanging around outside of it leaning against the wall or sitting on pickup truck tailgates drinking coffee.
It appears the Greshamville Mall was the only thing in Greshamville other than the people who live there and three pretty churches. It’s often used as a landmark for cyclists and fisherman enjoying recreation in the area.
A book, Birding Georgia by Giff Beaton, also mentions it as a landmark but with some additional commentary on the name, “After turning on Farmington, you will pass the ostentatiously named Greshamville Mall on your left which consists of one small building.”
This weekend, I Googled the Greshamville Mall and discovered its origins in an obituary of John “Pete” Yearwood, a Greshamville resident who was a life-long resident of Greene County and passed away at age 90 in 2011. He served in the United States Army during WWII. He was a dairy farmer, operated chicken houses and sold real estate. In 1978, he built the Greshamville Mall which was named by his son, Jay. He sold it in the mid 80s.
Not long ago, the Greshamville Mall closed. It looked awful and neglected with trash scattered all over the property, and the storage door hung open like a creepy horror movie scene where an evil clown is lurking inside. Someone has since cleaned the area, but the mall remains closed and the freaky door still hangs open.
I regret never stepping inside to satisfy my curiosity, see the place and meet the people who worked there and frequented it. I bet they had some great stories to tell.
Roam & Ramble was inspired by my Jeep Wrangler I absolutely love to drive. As I roam past various curiosities on my journeys, I often wonder about them and decided to make a game of taking a shot that has to feature some part of my Jeep and then ramble on a bit about whatever it is that has me wondering. #MyJeepStory #KB4Jeep
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