It was an absolutely glorious weekend in North Carolina, the color was almost peak & we so enjoyed all the beautiful fall leaves & scenery up in that area. My parents have a house in NC, about 2 hours from where they live in GA. They love to spend time up there & they have a huge garden that they still tend to year after year. It’s a country house on the side of a mountain, with a stream running through the frontyard. I’ll tell you about it later. This little shop is in the little area of Murphy, NC called Brasstown, which is where my parent’s house is. There are some cute antique stores all lined up. I’ve been in there before, but didn’t have time this trip to browse. The weather could not have been more perfect for a Fall getaway. Me & Peter really enjoyed ourselves, eating & looking at the pretty mountains. We took off on Saturday and spent about 6 hours making a tour of the mountains & just enjoying the scenery. Wow, was it pretty!






Those are absolutely beautiful pictures, Rhoda! Thanks so much for sharing them! I’ve always had a bit of trouble with wanderlust, but since I started blogging, it’s getting so much worse because there are so many people posting wonderful pictures of vacations all over the planet! And best of all, you know who to contact for recommendations for the best places to eat, sleep, visit, etc.!!!!
Hi Rhoda – probably not a prettier time for all of your photos! Looks like a fabulous time.
WOW! It’s just beautiful there. I’ve been there once and stayed in a hotel close to fort bragg just before my son left for afghanistan. It was so pretty there. I loved it. That food looks mighty yummy too. :o)
Hey, Rhoda! I usually just read your blog and look forward to the next entry, but have never left a comment. I couldn’t do that today! Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane. I, too, have so many fond memories of Granddaddy’s mountain and have told my girls so many stories about it. We actually visited there with Uncle Jerry and Aunt Wilda a few years ago. The girls enjoyed the red clay and mountain climbing, but not Deep Creek! Your Mom and Dad look great. Dad is celebrating his 64th birthday this weekend. I can hardly believe it! Love, Kendra
You got some great shots of NC, Rhoda. I love that state. I have some deep roots there. My great many times grandfather fought at the battle of Cowpens during the Revolutionary War!
Your meals look like meals at our house…gravy, biscuits, meatloaf and all! Yum! Real comfort food.
I’m celebrating my 100th post. Come on over to the back porch. I have a small giveaway going.
Pat
Haaay! I’m over here! Hope you’ll stop and visit too!
Looks like you had such a good time visiting!! OMG..I have to go home to GA. in November. I can’t wait!
Oh, this is for you ‘Junk Store’ post…All the junk here in the WI goes to AL! LOL! I just might have to turn my trip into a mini business trip for the store! LOl!
Rhoda,
So glad you had such a lovely time.
The pictures are wonderful. I love that little church.
Thanks so much for sharing your trip with us.
I have missed you these last few days, but I’m back now with a new computer. My old one is no longer with us.
Rosemary
What beautiful pictures. The colors remind me of the fall in WV when we lived there 6 1/2 years ago. Your parents home looks lovely and how nice is it to have such fond memories.
Rhoda I adore your posts when you’ve visited your parents in NC, the photos, the food, just everything. I can taste and smell it all. Would love a bowl of those crowder peas, thank you. Carolyn (Mountain Meadows) went with hubby and me to NC last Monday and we hit the fall peak on the Blue Ridge Pkwy. We both have photos on our blog. It was breathtaking and we didn’t want to leave. xoxo
Rhoda, girl, these pictures are making me drool – over the gorgeous scenery, AND the yummy food! Your Mommy HAS to be the best cook EVER from these pictures… I so loved seeing your parents’ home and the little church.. just the whole tour! A true feast for the eyes and the soul! Thank you!
xo,
Kim
What a delight to hear from you again tonight. Glad Betty Jo sent you my way. Thanks for your faithful and super comments for the past two months! How awesome to be sharing recent visits to the glorious NC mountains. I love your post! Sure brought back memories from my years of living very near there. Beautiful, beautiful country! Am so glad you had such a great week-end to spend with your folks, and captured such beautiful pictures. You and your hubby sure picked a winning time to come. Thanks for sharing such great photos. I can hear those streams now. 🙂
Big, and long overdue hugs!!
What beautiful photos. I love NC. Was born there actually. I so enjoy going to the Biltmore and if you ever have the opportunity (or maybe you have) stay at the Fremont Inn. GORGEOUS!
Have a great day.
Blessings,
Sandy 🙂
Looks like I’m the last cuz to leave a comment. Like you, Rhoda, I could write for hours about Grandaddy’s cabin and all the summer fun we had.
The funny part about breaking the swing was that all the cousins were fighting over whose turn it was to swing, and Dennis won. He swung out over that hollow and the rope snapped. I was never so glad to have lost an argument in my life. It’s a good thing we weren’t hoboing or it could have been disastrous. We used to pile as many cousins as would fit on that old swing.
I remember the distinct smell of Grandaddy’s cabin, all the garden fresh fruits and vegetables, tomato sandwiches, playing Yahtzee and Spoons at the dining table, getting stung on the hand by a poisonous caterpillar, the Grandaddy longlegs crawling everywhere, the rustic handrail that led down the mountain path to Aunt Myra & Uncle Buell’s cabin, and so much more . . . .
By the way, there were five Blount siblings: Clarence, Eva, Myra, Lovic, and Lenora. Three of them married Porters. That’s why our families were so eternally intertwined. I have a picture of the five hanging on the wall in my Blairsville cabin as a tribute of sorts. Grandaddy’s love of the mountains was planted in me all those years ago, and that love has never left the heart of this Florida flatlander, and God finally gave me a mountain home of my own.
The harelipped man chasing April with a knife down the mountain was a new one for me. She can always dredge up some long-forgotten memory. I think she should have told about breaking the windshields on the junky cars that adorned the mountain and the ensuing ruckus!
Thanks again, Rhoda, for the beautiful memories . . . .
Cousin Howie
Breathtaking Ro! Loved the visit with you to your family memories and parent’s place. Blessings, Shay