Camp Toccoa and the histories that give us a “sense of place”

In this column, members of Georgia Humanities and their colleagues take turns discussing Georgia’s history and culture, and other topics that matter. Through different voices, we hear different stories.

By Jamil Zainaldin

View from Currahee Mountain in north Georgia, where the paratroopers of E Company trained in the 1940s.

View from Currahee Mountain in north Georgia, where the paratroopers of E Company trained in the 1940s.

All place has meaning, so long as it can still support memory.

The spot of earth upon which we stand has importance if we can remember what once was there. The stories about the places we occupy give meaning to them and thus to our own lives. Sometimes our sense of place becomes so strong that it establishes sacred space.

For many, Camp Toccoa in north Georgia is sacred ground. It was built in the mid-1930s by the Civilian Conservation CorpsFranklin D. Roosevelt’s Great  Depression-era project that put millions of young men to work. Intended initially for Georgia’s National Guard, Camp Toccoa was commandeered in 1942 by the U.S. Army to prepare a new kind of soldier. Four regiments of men received their primary training as paratroopers here. During the next three years, 18,000 recruits passed through a space that was filled with hundreds of tents, buildings, training areas, roads, and parade grounds.

Today, we remember Camp Toccoa especially as the place in which that band of brothers known as E Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment bonded and went on to distinguish themselves during the invasion of Normandy and the siege of Bastogne during World War II.

The buildings at Camp Toccoa were built in the 1930s by the WPA and the CCC. Today, only a single structure still stands.

The buildings at Camp Toccoa were built in the 1930s by the WPA and the CCC. Today, only a single building and a water tower still stand.

A winding, slowly climbing dirt road from the camp leads to the top of Currahee Mountain — a three-mile route along which these young soldiers hiked and ran in seemingly endless drills to condition themselves for combat. (A memorial to the 101st Airborne stands at the camp entrance, and five miles away, the Stephens County Historical Society’s Currahee Military Museum in Toccoa tells much more of the story.)

The camp ceased to function as quickly as it had been converted to a military training post. Ownership returned to the state of Georgia, which used it as a juvenile detention center and then a prison for adults before leasing it to a textile mill that eventually closed. Few structures remain from the period of its brief military use: a water tower, a modest single-story structure, a well, fire hydrants, and some curbs that outline former streets. The rest of what was Camp Toccoa is flat, barren land, sprinkled with saplings.

And that would be the end of the story if we were to forget why the camp came into being and if we were to ignore the lives — and deaths — for which those young men prepared themselves in a war that changed the course of human history.

The only existing structure that remains as evidence of the Camp Toccoa paratrooper training facility.

One of only two existing structures that remain as evidence of the Camp Toccoa paratrooper training facility.

Many would contend that to “learn history” in school is a waste of time. That kind of knowledge, as the saying goes, won’t get you a job. It may be true, but it is also a fact that we pay a heavy price for choosing to forget what came before us and with whom we are thus connected. In that decision to ignore our past we are deeply diminished and made less whole.

Two seemingly paradoxical truths help to define who we are. On the one hand, each of us stands alone. Currahee, the southernmost peak of the Blue Ridge mountain chain that juts from the rolling hills of the Piedmont, takes its name from a Cherokee word meaning “stand alone.” And the young troops who trained on that mountain would yell “Currahee” as they parachuted from their planes. In that moment, they were indeed on their own. And yet, like all of us, they became stronger when they reconnected with their comrades on the ground.

In our world of instant communication, rapid change, and fleeting meanings, the greatest threat to our future is forgetting who we are and what brought us here. Without the sense of place that history provides, the world we inhabit can easily become an alien space of unknown contours and unfamiliar markers. In these “empty” spaces, we are in danger of becoming empty, too, losing our bearings and our sense of responsibility. The stories of those who came before us help us to understand our own unique place in history and encourage us to contemplate what legacy we may leave for future generations.

“Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them,” wrote George Eliot. So true. It is our memory that gives meaning to the Camp Toccoas of our lives.

An earlier version of this column appeared previously under “Jamil’s Georgia.”

Kelly Caudle of Georgia Humanities provides editorial assistance for the “Jamil’s Georgia” columns.

Jamil Zainaldin is president of Georgia Humanities, a nonprofit organization working to ensure that humanities and culture remain an integral part of the lives of Georgians. The organization is a cultural leader in the state as well as a pioneer nationally in innovative history and humanities programs. The New Georgia Encyclopedia is a project of Georgia Humanities, in partnership with the Office of the Governor, the University of Georgia Press, and the University System of Georgia/GALILEO. The first state encyclopedia to be conceived and designed exclusively for publication on the Internet, the NGE is an important and authoritative digital resource for all Georgians.

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