On the day when we honor our mothers, it is nice to revisit some memories from childhood. I think that most of our fun memories are those created by our mothers, taking us to special places or making certain days special. Some time ago, DH and I went to Greensboro, and while we were there we looked up my childhood home. I was amazed that it hadn’t really changed. After that trip, DH began wondering about the lake house where his grandparents lived. Many summer days were spent there while he was growing up, so about a week ago we made a trip to Greenwood, SC to see if we could find it.
It was a challenge, as an internet search for the property was not fruitful. All he could find was a survey plat of the property that had his grandfather’s name without any mention of an address, or any other identifying data. We went to the Registrar of Deeds for Greenwood county to see if they could help us. Apparently the sale deed from the 1940s has been lost, and we couldn’t find any record of the sale in the 1970s either. So, we were sent to the tax office to see if any tax records existed. Searching by his grandfathers name, nothing came up. There were numbers on the survey, but looking into the huge, musty record books was not successful in finding any information either. The last thing we tried was to look up another name on the survey of the neighbors property. And success! That gave us an address, and that record had their neighbor’s name, the person that bought the property from DH’s grandmother. Searching for that name found the property address, and amazingly, the survey plat that DH had was attached to the record. So we had an address. We put that into his GPS, and drove out to see if we could find it.
He was very surprised to find the property virtually unchanged from when DH was a kid. Only the addition of a larger deck was different. The house sits right on Lake Greenwood, and was still the same color too. The stone fireplace was intact as well. Gorgeous view.
The next day, we rented a boat and looked for it from the water side. It was a cool and grey day, but we were lucky, the rain held off until much later.
And we found it again. Such fun to hear DH talk about the fun times he had as a kid, swimming in the lake, spending vacations there. The old dock with the lift for the boat is still there, and looks like the original one.
Lovely from the water side as well, I can just imagine the kids running down to the water, splashing and squealing as parents keep watch on those chairs. The stairs lead to the water, but the platform the kids used to swim to is gone. Can’t you just imagine making homemade ice cream with an old fashioned hand cranked paddle on that lawn?
For all the memories that mother’s make for their kids, the best ones usually involve the simple things. A smile and a hug, fresh baked cookies, holiday meals, a homemade Halloween costume, a summer cookout of hot dogs and smores, and thousands of other small moments that make up our childhood. For all the mothers out there, Happy Mother’s Day.
Have you ever visited or wanted to revisit a place from your childhood?