Hope everyone had a wonderful 4th!
We got our favorite little guy (by way of Montgomery… he’s making the Grandparent Rounds), and headed for the hills.
We met up with some of my husband’s family at their old (1920’s) mountain house in a beautiful area of South Carolina. Lots of belly laughs, hikes around the mountain, swimming, and devouring delicious fresh veggies we bought at the Curb Market in Hendersonville. (Okay, there were some nasty-good pork ribs in there, too.) But there is absolutely nothing on earth like a Southern-grown, vine-ripe blood-red tomato, lightly salted.
Many memories live in the walls of that old mountain house. Several generations of Arnolds spent summers there, fleeing the oppressive heat of July in South Florida. Lifelong friendships were made within the little community of interesting characters. There were put-together suppers and square dances at the Lodge. Progressive cocktail parties around the mountain. Hikes to gorgeous waterfalls hidden deep in the verdant woods, paths banked by gargantuan pink rhododendron and mountain laurel. Outdoor church services at a chapel known as “Pretty Place.”
I was first introduced to the magic of “Caesar’s Head” while still in college. Later, our children bonded with distant cousins there, performing original plays for their parents and friends at the Lodge… swimming in the frigid pool… catching fireflies with the neighborhood kids at dusk.
Faded pictures line the walls of the upstairs hall, punched into the wood planks by thumbtacks: a life-sized scrapbook. There are relatives long gone to Glory. My husband and his siblings in the 60’s. My glamorous in-laws in their prime. My girls and I in the 8o’s, all in pink jeans. (Mine were even flowered.)
I tried to take a picture of a picture on my cellphone to send the girls, but ATT doesn’t quite reach the mountaintop. No TV and no internet, either. Simplicity.
We hadn’t been up to the mountain house in years. It is shocking to contemplate how much has changed in my life since the last time I was there.
And yet so much remains the same.
My sister-in-law still makes me wet my pants laughing... just as she did in college.
And I am teaching James to catch fireflies.
|(Picture of a picture of James' mom and auntie in the old claw-foot tub.)|
|(James in the same tub, 25 years later.)|
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