I was born and grew up in South Carolina but have spent the last 36 years of my life in North Carolina. Since North and South Carolina once were one state I consider myself a Carolinian. The previous name, Carolina was a tribute to King Charles I of England. Later in 1792 Carolina became North Carolina and South Carolina.
I have many memories as a child of family trips to Brevard and Asheville, NC for Sunday afternoons when I lived in northern SC. The trip there was a true joy for me because of the mountains. The view was fantastic.
My father loved to drive and I think he really enjoyed navigating the curves of the mountain roads. I remember wondering as a child with the thought that the roads circled up to the top of the mountains and yet connected to the next mountain over. There were no bridges to drive across. Later I learned the roads curved between the mountains.
The amazing views from the mountains were always a highlight of those trips and future visits to the Blue Ridge Parkway. I remember my father telling us as we took a hair pin turn, “Look, you can see the back end of the car as we take the sharp curve.” By the way, our cars were little ones for the most part. So you can visualize our trusting little minds looking to see if we could see the tail of the car around the bend following us.
Later I married, moved away but returned to an area near Rutherfordton, North Carolina where we had our first son. I worked in a hospital ICU/CCU there for 12 years. We were close enough to the mountains for occasional day trips there. But we were at the base of the Appalachians. Driving on the curving, steep mountain highways was also quite a thrill.
We noticed there were short drive off points with a huge hill of sand or dirt at intervals down the mountains. It was scary to find out these were emergency stopping sites for drivers of 18 wheelers in case their brakes gave out driving down the mountain! I am sure a car could use them too.
People who drove down the mountain with their foot on the brake continuously, sometimes burned the brakes out because the hill was so steep to come down. To prevent this from happening the drivers were supposed to step on the brakes enough to slow way down periodically to keep the speed safe; and under the speed that could send you flying off the edge of the mountain!
Later as an adult I actually lived about 30 miles south of Asheville, near Tryon. That was where 100 plus other people and my family survived a genuine blizzard. You can read that story here:
My husband, son and I lived there for only a year or so. Then we moved to a place called Mamers, NC. I finally saw first hand what tobacco farming looked like and how the plants grew after the soil was plowed into very steep little furrows and fertilized with turkey manure. Here is a link for an article I wrote for Candid Slice about the lives of tobacco farmers. Teamwork, Dirt, Discipline: Life Lessons Learned in a Tobacco Field
Then we moved to historic Fuquay-Varina; two small towns joined to make one. Both rich in its own history and lore. This brief article I wrote for Candid Slice about some of the history of Fuquay-Varina and gave help in pronouncing its name. Love Letters and Healing Springs.
Two of my friends and I love to travel to the beaches of North Carolina. The beaches vary in adjoining terrain but most have sea oats and sand spanned by walkways from the roads or motels to the beach. The scenery is always wonderful for photographers like myself. Sunsets, seagulls, museums and state park aquariums are available.
In Manteo, NC there is a play about the landing and settling of the Lost Colony. Nearby Kill Devil Hill, not far from Manteo, is the Wright Brother’s Museum of First Flight, where the brothers flight is memorialized by a lovely museum.
The Elizabethan Gardens are also available nearby to the above attractions. There you can see the site where the Roanoke Colony landed and the oldest Live Oak believed to have been there when the Roanoke settlers arrived in 1595.
There is also the ever growing and ever delightful Asheboro Zoo. Usually a friend and I visit it at least once a year. Below is the photo of a mother gorilla and her infant.
I have lived in NC since 1983. I now live near Raleigh, the capital of North Carolina. There are amazing science, history and art museums in the capital alone.
There are also water parks, huge shopping malls and all in one state. As you can see there are so many things to do and see in North Carolina. I haven’t even mentioned the wonderful sunrises and sunsets at the beaches.
Can you tell I love my second home state?