Wednesday, November 03, 2004

The Legend of Peggy Sneed

I am attempting to write a book about a curious yet elusive woman in a small north Georgia town who managed to run a successful up-scale house of prostitution for over thirty years. Peggy Stone Sneed was an uneducated country girl from an area called the 'Prospect Community' near Centre, Alabama. She came to Rome, Georgia as a young woman to work in the Celanese Mill by day, and began moonlighting in a local 'house' by night. It was said that she was exceptionally beautiful and many of the men at the plant tried to get close to her with no success whatsoever. It wasn't until one of them discovered her at her night job that it was understood why, so those who's hopes had been dashed time and again, found that there was another way to get to know her.

Over time, she supposedly earned enough money to start her own business and she left the plant to open up her own house. It was said that her business sense was remarkable. She ran a tight ship and her girls had frequent medical attention and were 'guaranteed safe'. On one rare occasion when a client did come down with an embarrassing 'condition', Peggy made good on her word by covering all of his medical costs.

Local business, such as dress store owners, grocers, and pharmacists catered to the cash paying Madam by bringing goods to her house for purchase. She kept a side business during prohibition of selling beer and Cuban rum - all without consequences. It was said that hers was a clearing house for girls from Cuba and the west coast so her house was constantly full of fresh faces. She also had a suspicious amount of property in the Virgin Islands as well as in Floyd County.

Most remarkable of all is that Peggy's was well known nationally and internationally and received no opposition from the local Police, local businesses or even the local women. Everyone looked the other way and accepted the house as a part of the community - peacefully. This is a phenomenon that has not occurred before or since. My question is why? What made Peggy different? From her signature pink clothing and hair to her signature pink French poodle, she stood out and hasn't been forgotten these long years.

I have been collecting all sorts of amusing stories about this woman and her house and I am posting here to collect more. Everything you read here is pure heresay, I admit it!I have a great start but there are just as many new questions being raised as there are answers. If you have any sort of anecdote about her or the house, please post them. I even take second and third hand stories...and your name won't be used.


Friday, October 29, 2004

Peggy's ad in the 1963 Georgia Tech Annual is on the bottom right.Click the picture to enlarge it. Posted by Hello

Friday, September 10, 2004

The 50's in Rome

Ok, it wouldn't be much of a story if we didn't set the scene. Peggy was at her height of success in the 50's. Do you remember what Rome was like then? The Toonville Trolley, Pop Skull, Chow Time, The Krystal, cruising, drag racing on Martha Berry.... Any memories to share? Please write in!

Monday, September 06, 2004


Back in the 1950’s, Rome, Georgia was pretty much like most small towns. There was more mischief than real crime. People didn’t lock their doors at night and they frequently left their keys in the ignition when they left their cars. The police force had little funding and with only two cars, officer’s walked a beat and checked on folks to make sure they were all right. Life was simpler and people were friendlier. An occasional prank every here and there was not only tolerated, it was expected – even from the police officers themselves.

One quiet, uneventful evening, a couple of young officers were making their rounds in one of the two available police cars, when one of them got it into his head that it just might be fun to play a little prank over at Peggy’s. He decided to get a hold of a jackass that he knew of and quietly led it to the front of her house, threatening his partner never to breathe a word of it to anyone if he valued his life. The police car coasted to the front of the house with their lights off, while the author of the plan led the jackass up the three steps to Peggy’s porch, tied the animal to the porch door, and quietly stole away.

It wasn’t long before Miss Peggy was calling the police chief at home and insisting that he do something about it. The Chief didn’t need to think long or hard before he called in the culprit on the radio and told him to get that jackass off of Peggy’s porch. The officer protested his complete lack of knowledge of the prank to no avail. The Chief knew good and well he was the one and he sent the two sheepish young men over to release the animal. When they arrived back at Peggy’s, they found her shooing the beast away from her door. They came and got him and moved him over behind City hall where he remained for a time. The officers were charged with his feed and care until he could be taken to a permanent home.

Saturday, September 04, 2004


While we are talking about legends, it's difficult not to throw in one or two that are a little off our subject. The first City police dog is just such a legend. As the story goes, back in the 50's when the City of Rome Police Department was in the basement of City Hall around the back, and there were only two police cars on the force, a mutt dog presented himself every evening around 10 p.m. to cover the night shift. He attached himself to one officer in particular, but if that one wasn't on duty, he had another one that he would accompany on his rounds. The officer's named him 'Bruno' and taught him to make the rounds with them on their nightly beat. Every evening he would report for duty at the same time, and the officers would meet him around the back side of City Hall and toot their horn twice signaling him to come to the car. Every morning around 7 a.m. when the shift was over, he would walk off to wherever he lived when he was off duty.

Bruno rode all over Rome and visited local businesses and restaurants with the officers, where he became known and loved all over town. Everyone knew Bruno. He became so beloved that when he died, the officers decided that he needed to be laid to rest at the City Hall that he seemed to love. A section of the concrete stairs leading down the right side of City Hall to the Water Billing office was removed so he could be buried there. The stairs were replaced over him so that Bruno could forever be a part of the City goverment that he had adopted as his own.

Bruno, Rome's First City Police Dog Posted by Hello

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Thanks for All Your Input - Please Keep it UP!!!

I want to take a moment to thank everyone for all the great Peggy stories that I'm getting in recently. I haven't had a chance to post them all, but will keep working on it. I'd like to assure anyone who has a story, not be afraid to post it. I have found that some people are a little reluctant still. I want to assure you all that I have no plans to embarrass anyone, and will alter the story as much as necessary to avoid that. I don't want anyone to fear. This is a project that is only in the beginning stages too. It has a long way to go if it ever hopes to make it into print. In the meantime, this site is a place to reminisce a bygone era of mischief and fun, and to collect stories that add to the color and mood of the time. At the very least I hope that we all can enjoy a chuckle or two together!

P.S. I also ask if anyone disputes anything I have posted on this site, PLEASE correct me! I want to be as accurate as possible!

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Interview with an 83 Year -Old Grandma

To get a woman's perspective, I asked a friend of mine if she would ask her grandmother what she remembered of Peggy. (Her Grandma was a God-fearing Southern Baptist, so I figured I could just about guess what she would say, but I was surprised by her response, which I'll paraphrase below:

"When I was a young married woman, I worked part-time at a drug store on Broad Street. On Sundays we worked only half a day and then we would close the store around 2:00. That was when the Pharmacist would ask me to drive him out to Peggy's to deliver all the perscriptions needed over there. I would wait in the car, and the Pharmacist would go in and make the deliveries. Years later my husband installed some flooring in Peggy's house. He reported to me that the place was clean and well kept. I believe that men, (except for my husband) need that kind of place from time to time, and when they do, it's better to have a safe clean place to go. If my husband were that kind of man, I'd rather he go someplace like Peggy's than anywhere else."