There was one special thing early on in mine and Glenn’s relationship that we quickly realized we had shared in common and that was our love for North Carolina. We both grew up in the beautiful state every summer of our childhood lives.
Rewind back to 1967… Glenn’s grandparents bought a decent amount of land in the town of Brevard up on a private mountain called Slick Rock and built a beautiful ‘summer cabin’. From there on they spent every summer at their cabin making it a home and even having it insulated so that they could stay in the colder months as well as expanding it to make it more comfortable for longer stays.
When Glenn was a baby, he started going up to Brevard with his mother for a week or so at a time and then as a young boy he would travel up with his grandparents and spend the entire summer at the cabin. He has such fond memories of working with his grandparents on the property and has always considered it ‘home’
Rewind again back to the spring of 1979. My mother’s parents had decided they had had enough of Miami and relocated up to Hendersonville, North Carolina. Hendersonville is the neighboring town to Brevard and is only a short 30-minute drive away. After a few years, two of my aunts relocated up to Hendersonville as well as one of my cousins. My parents would drive up to visit my grandparents every summer and continued to do so after I was born. When I think back to when I was a kid, my greatest memories were our road trips up to North Carolina every summer and even sometimes in the winter months. I had an aunt and an uncle and two cousins that would also make the long treck to my grandparent’s house (they had lived in different parts of the states due to my uncle’s job) most summers so we got to vacation with each other.
We would have our (almost) daily picnics, and go on nature hikes on different trails and venture up into the Blue Ridge Parkway and always stop at Dolly’s for ice cream on the way back. Funny thing was, most of these daily activities took place in the town of Brevard where my husband was spending his summers as well.
^Pisgah National Forest^ ‘our swinging bridge’
I don’t remember when exactly it was that we realized that we shared these childhood summer memories together but when we did I do remember I was blown away. Not too many people have heard of Brevard or Hendersonville (growing up in a big city, we’d like to keep it that way).
Back in January of 2014 Glenn and I made our first trip up to North Carolina together. We were both born and raised in Miami and driving back up into the mountains feels more like going ‘home’ then Miami ever has. I got to see the ‘mountain house’ (as his grandmother calls it) for the first time and fell in love. Between the wedding preparations, the wedding and our honeymoon we just couldn’t make it back up last year. We just got back two weeks ago after spending too much time away from the mountain house.
I still have family up there that we are able to visit with every time we drive up. My grandma and one of my aunts’ still live in Hendersonville and I have a cousin who lives with her husband and their kids in Asheville (another 30-minute drive from Hendersonville).
For now, we will try to get up to the mountain house us much as we can. One day may be a different story….
*After I wrote this post my grandmother passed away. I am beyond happy that I was able to visit with her shortly before she left us. Rest in paradise Grandma.