We’re going to Virginia in late June, to have the graveside service for L’s grandmother, who died New Year’s Day. We decided to go through North Carolina this time, ’cos L thought I would enjoy seeing the Old Salem Museums & Gardens, and it seemed friendier for M than Colonial Williamsburg would be—not to mention that anyone going to Williamsburg in high tourist season is just asking for it.
Given that goal, L asked whether I wanted to go to any other particular places, since I have ancestors who came from both the Carolinas. I said I wanted to stay here one night, since it’s more or less on our route. That house—Green River Plantation—was built by my great-great-great-great-grandfather, for whom my father was named, and my great-great-great-great-great uncle, for whom I was named. I have pictures of it from the early twentieth century, taken by my grandmother and her mother on a visit. (L and I later worked out that we’d driven within a few miles of the house during a 1985 trip, all unknowing.)
The house was rescued from ruin and turned into a B&B and special-events venue during the 1990s, and from the the photos, it’s now perfectly gorgeous. (The “history” page is worth a separate look, for photos from the 1910-1920 era, as well as the history of the house). Prices, I was pleased to discover, are very reasonable as B&Bs go: $100 for a weeknight all found, or $80 a night and find yourself.
While we’re there, I intend to ask if they have many descendants come to the house, ’cos I’m really curious.
When Josie comes home the cows will debit a steel ingot. Fnord.
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