Today I want to share a story with you. A story about 5 siblings from Florida and how they ended up building 5 mountain houses in the Smoky Mountains of NC. This story begins back in the 1960’s and goes into the late 70’s. Back before cell phones, the internet, and most of the technology we have at our fingertips today, my family spent a lot of time in the NC mountains, away from it all in Franklin, NC.
When I was young and growing up, I didn’t appreciate during those moments what special memories were being formed right then and there. I took them for granted but later pulled them out when I was older and realized what a treasure we have in these family memories. I sure didn’t know growing up what a really special family I had. Oh, I knew I was blessed with Godly parents and extended family too, but I didn’t know just how unique we were to have the closeness we have had with my immediate family and many of my extended family as well.
{L to R: Grandaddy Clarence Blount, my mother’s daddy, and his 4 siblings, Eva, Lovic, Myra, and Lenora} I love this picture! It captures a time period that cannot be duplicated. I’m surprised my grandaddy didn’t have his Brownie camera in hand in this pic.
It all began in the 60’s, when my mother’s daddy and his 4 siblings bought land in Franklin and all decided to build cabins up there. They were all retired and all Florida natives, but after visiting the beautiful mountains of Western NC, they fell in love with the mountain views, cooler air, and slower pace of life. Three Blounts married three Porters, and thus began the memories of Blount Mountain and Porter Ridge. I always had trouble remembering who was who back then, because everyone was kin to us in some way. If you live near Plant City, FL and you know Blounts or Porters, they are most definitely kin to me.
When I think back to those simpler times, I’m so glad that was my childhood and that we got to experience those very simple times as youngsters. Carefree. Innocent. Stable and steady. Those words describe my childhood and I’m grateful they do. We didn’t have a lot financially, but what we didn’t have in money, we had in richness of life and lots of love.
During those carefree summers of the late 60’s and 70’s, our family spent a lot of time in these mountains of Western NC. Before cell phones and technology, we were climbing mountains, swinging on tall swings from the trees near the cabins, picking wild blackberries across the mountain in the fields nearby, looking for gemstones in the nearby creeks and streams, wading into Deep Creek over in Bryson City for a cold as ice inner tube ride down the rapids, waterfall looking at all the many mountain streams around the area, and so much more.
It was a childhood of memories and they were good and rich. The extended relatives from Florida and my uncle’s family from SC would all flock to these mountains in the summer months. We never knew who would be there when we arrived and it was always fun to hang out with our 1st, 2nd, and 3rd cousins. There were always plenty of kids to play with and play we did!
On a recent Friday, our family met up with my mom’s brother, Uncle Edward and his wife, Frances and their 3 daughters, and we all had lunch in Franklin with a few extended family members there in Franklin as well. I’ll show you a pic of that too! After lunch, we all drove a few short minutes away to the old mountain cabins and it was so good to be there again. It took me back to being a kid again and remembering all the fun we had in these mountains.
The cabins are all still there except one burned many years ago, but only 2 (maybe 3) of them are still in the family My grandaddy’s cabin was eventually sold to someone else, but we did walk up the hill to see it. Mom and dad enjoyed sitting on the porch of my cousin Nancy’s cabin. She and her husband bought the house that her grandmother built, my great aunt Lenora. They retired up there a few years ago and love it.
We walked the short walk up the hill to my grandaddy’s old cabin with my uncle and his girls. We loved talking about our memories and how different it looks now. They closed in the front porch, which was such a wonderful part of the old cabin.
My cousin, Howard, who is a retired teacher and now travel blogger, wrote a really good post about Franklin and the mountain cabins where we all spent so much time growing up, so read his post Mountain Memories for more old pics of what we did up there. It was such a fun time!
Here it is from the driveway coming up the mountain. We heard a little lady owns it, but only comes there occasionally.
The door going in the side of the carport. We have so many great memories of staying at this cabin with our grandaddy. What I remember most is eating all the vegetables that came out of the garden up there. The grandads had gardens that they planted in the spring and that meant a summer full of fresh veggies. There are so many fun memories of the mountains. Roasting weinies in the big bonfire down at the other nearby house. Playing tag and hide and go seek. Playing card games late into the night during summer months. And there was always another adventure to be had in our many day trips we took off the mountain.
We went to Cherokee to see real Cherokee Indians and also went several times to the outdoor play, Unto These Hills. Anyone see it? I’m happy to see from an online search that the outdoor Cherokee drama is still going, in its 69th season! I’d highly recommend it if you go up to NC on a vacation.
Uncle Buel and Aunt Myra’s cabin is still in the family.
I can remember going in and out of this door many times and sitting on their porch looking out over the field below, where the garden was.
No garden now, but this was a big garden spot back then and full of fresh produce during the summer months.
Nancy and Mark’s cabin where they live full-time now.
Dad and Uncle Edward catching up on the porch.
The view from that porch, still as lovely as ever.
We spied a possum up in the tree.
The foliage, the scents, and smells of the mountains are still the same. It took me back to those simpler times that we all love and cherish.
I couldn’t help but remember what a fun childhood it was.
I asked my cousins what their favorite memories of the mountains were and my cousin, Jacque said her favorite memories are swinging on that mountain swing, hiking through the woods, hunting wild blackberries, and eating the best dill pickles that grandaddy made.
My sister reminded me of the time we got lost and walked probably 10 miles (or maybe more) in one day getting back to the mountain. That was so crazy! I think I was about 11 or 12, Renee was maybe 13 or 14 and we were with our cousin, Diane, who was an adult, in her 20’s. Diane was mentally challenged and so we were the ones who had to figure out how to get home. We walked up the mountain for a little hike that morning, somehow got our directions mixed up and walked DOWN the other side of the mountain, which took us to a big pasture and finally houses and barns. We finally found someone to ask how to get back to our side of the mountain and the only thing we could think of was to tell them the person’s name that had sold our grandaddy the land. We knew his name and so that’s how we got back home. The man knew his name and told us how to get back to the other road which would take us back home. My sister said you would have thought a grownup would have offered to give us a ride back home, but no, that didn’t happen. We were on our own. We walked out their road back to the main road and made our way down to the road that would take us back to the cabins again. All in a day. The parents were just beginning to get worried about us when we came walking up the dirt road late that afternoon.
It’s all been paved now, but it was all dirt roads back then. Oh, the fun we had on that mountain with all of our relatives. Simpler times indeed! I hope children of today have a chance at cherishing some of these great memories that we had. It was a different world back then!
All of us gathered for lunch at Fat Buddy’s, a popular BBQ joint in Franklin. It was delicious and we all enjoyed it, so it gets my vote for good BBQ. The onion rings were fabulous!
{Cousins, Jan, Jacque, Joy, me, my sister, Renee}
The first cousins lined up for a photo opp and it’s always great to see these pretty gals. Jan, Jacque, and Joy are the daughters of Uncle Edward and Aunt Frances. And they have a whole slew of children and grandchildren between them. It’s a beautiful sight to see their family pics. They grew up in Greenville, SC and we used to go visit them too, such fun times with these girls.
I have to end with this cute story! Fat Buddy’s BBQ is right next to a Goodwill. We arrived 30 minutes before our scheduled lunch time (thank you, Daddy!), and so of course, as soon as I saw Goodwill, my sister and I headed in there. I spotted a pair of these vintage bamboo chairs, in great condition and $15 each! I about had heart palpitations right then and there. I wanted them in the worst way! I was driving my Murano which has fold down seats, but I knew it would be iffy on getting even one of these inside, much less 2. Besides, I had mom and dad in the backseat, so had no idea if I could even get one in there. Honestly, I have no room for 2 of these chairs until we finish our under deck porch, so I decided to try to get one of them home and I was successful! Yippeeeee!! The boys at Goodwill got the best one in the back of my car and off to Georgia we went that afternoon. It now sits in my basement waiting until we get that porch finished and it will make its grand debut!
My cousin, Joy, said when they drove up and saw mom and dad sitting on a bench outside the restaurant, that someone said, oh I thought the girls were coming with them. Joy piped up and said, they’re in the Goodwill. She knows us well!
I knew y’all would appreciate this story. I’m always looking for thrifty treasures and scored on this one. I don’t think the rest of my family got why I was so excited about this bamboo chair, but they were happy for me. So many people on Instagram told me I should go back and get the other chair, but really I’m fine with one. Our under deck porch will only hold so much and I also want Mark to build a swing bed for that space too. Besides, after getting a hefty speeding ticket coming down the mountain out of Franklin, that sort of put a damper on my good deal at Goodwill. That one cost me some big bucks!
I loved sharing my memories of these family mountain cabins in Franklin and I hope you enjoyed tagging along with us on this trip. Oh, what fun it was back then!
Your dad looks so happy sitting on the porch. I love NC. Did your mom and dad sell their cabin. Those are memories that will last….
Hey, Andrea, mom and dad’s mountain house is still for sale. It’s a slow market up there, it’s been on the market over a year.
What a treasure you had spending time in the mountains! Thank you for sharing those sweet memories.
What a find you got at the Goodwill store. I think I would have tied the other in the rood if my car for that price! Can’t wait to see it in your home.
We talked about that, Molly, but I just didn’t want to risk messing up my car, plus I had visions of it flying off my car and crashing, so I’m happy that I got one.
What fun times and great memories documented, Rhoda. Many times it’s hard to go back to the places of childhood, as they don’t even slightly resemble the place as one remembers it. My sister and her husband went back to our home place over the weekend to watch the demolition of a church that was adjacent to our home place. It was in disrepair and some of the bricks actually had fallen onto a duplex my father owned which was between the church and our home. Sad.
And I thought you were gonna say one of your cousins picked up the other chair for you to come back and get, lol! Most surprising was seeing that possum in the daytime!
Hey, Rita, yeah sometimes it’s so sad to see the changes that happen with those memories we have. I was sad to see my grandaddy’s front porch closed in and gone from what we had back then. I really wanted that other chair, but really it’s for the best. I will not have room for 2 chairs and maybe not even this one, but I just had to get it!
Lovely story about a special family in a special place.
Wonderful story, Rhoda!!
Oh Rhoda what special memories. It truly took me back to my family gatherings that we had growing up.
You are so blessed to have your Mom and Dad with you, and your Aunts, Uncles and cousins. Your cousins are so pretty. All decked out in their pretty clothes and jewelry!
Our family is scattered now and we don’t get together as much as we used to, but I do have those memories.
Can’t wait to see what you do with that bamboo chair.
Thanks so much for sharing!
Judy
Hey, Judy, we are blessed to have had these big family memories and such special times growing up.
Thank you for a beautiful picture of what was an idyllic childhood, very difficult to experience for this iphone generation.
The favorite items in my home are vacation finds from thrift stores! A 36″ brass tray table, a vintage watering can…full retail is just plain boring!
HI, Andrea, yes our generation had wonderful childhoods and no distractions like today’s children do. I hope kids can feel the same sweet memories today of their families too.
Thank you for sharing such special memories! They remind me of my childhood at my great grandmother’s cabin and my uncles cabin next door on a small lake in the Adirondack mountains in upstate New York. My Uncle still owns his cabin and we still go up there every few years for a visit. My memories of up there are so special. My siblings and cousins all had a wonderful time. I also was able to share those memories with my son and he has those special memories as a child as well.
Rhoda, this may be one of your best family stories ever. What a wonderful way to grow up! My mother was from Cross City, FL and Daddy was from Charleston, so every summer we LowCountry folks made the drive to the NC mountains…Cherokee, Highlands, Maggie Valley with its big chairlift, Fontana Village, Lake Lure. It was always magical. Even now as an adult, it thrills me no end on a clear day to see the mountains from my home in Clemson. And I still want to go there on vacation!
What a heartwarming memory. We live in Franklin and it was neat to read about your memories of our great area.
What sweet memories & pics of your dear family. It is still great that some of your family still has property there!
As far as your Speeding ticket, inquire of the court up there in Franklin, if you are able to attend a Defensive Driving School where you live and get the ticket Dismissed or Nolle Prosequi (Latin for not prosecuted) . That way you could keep the points off your record & your car insurance and pay for the DDS and pay their court costs in Franklin. I would then suggest mailing the original & keep a copy for your records too and send it certified mail to the court with your Money Order or Cashiers Check with a self addressed & stamped envelope for you to get a receipt back showing payment was paid in full and a copy of the case action summary or court order showing your ticket was dismissed or Nol Prossed, upon payment of court costs & DDS. If not be sure to get a receipt of payment and a copy of the disposition of it. Hope this helps😀
PS I am a retired Magistrate😉
Hi, Edith, thanks for the advice. I’ve already hired a local attorney (who do this sort of thing all the time) with the courts up there. I would have had to go back for an in court appearance in October and this way they will go for me and hopefully get the speed reduced and the ticket lessened for points. Of course, that’s an expensive ticket, but that’s life. I have had my share of speeding tickets over the years, what can I say. I tend to drive fast.
I love the precious memories you share Rhoda! And a fabulous bamboo find as well! Sounds like the most perfect of days.
Love. Love. Love. My heart sometimes aches for those long ago happy days of simplicity and innocence, but time does march on. I was in Franklin this past weekend with a group of ladies from my church – a really beautiful place – and wish we’d found Fat Buddy’s! Have a great week.
Hey, Becky, how about that, you went there recently. Yep, Fat Buddies was a good stop for BBQ.
I love this post and wish I could have had the same experience as you and your cousins growing up in the mountains. We did get to camp in the mountains and I have always loved them. Still go every chance I get.
Enjoyed the pictures of your family, parents look great, hope they are well. Enjoyed the memories of visits to mountains. We have a camper set up on campground between Helen and Clayton, and have spent many fun times in mountains and made many camping friends. Also, enjoyed the pretty outfits of your family members, tell them how pretty everyone looked
Thank you, Theresa, we do have a good looking bunch of relatives!
Love your family stories, sure brings me back to my childhood too…always lots of family around…..I know where Durant is…I am a “transplanted” Florida girl too…from Perry, FL (Near Tallahassee) ..I go home as often as possible….love to see all my kin…my husband laughs about going to Walmart there and always running into to family…and I have not lived there in 46 years LOL One of my sister and my favorite things to do when I am in Perry, is going to the thrift shops there and in Tallahassee…I am always hauling finds back to Houston. By the way, love your house., your decorating inspires me…..Thank you!
Thank you, Melissa, those are the best parts of life. Family and memories and stories. And yes, thrifting is pretty fun too!
Love your story about the mountains. You and your cousins truly look a lot alike, very pretty ladies. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story of times past.
I loved the story, Rhoda. I have been reading you so long I feel like I know all of you.
Kim, small world. My parents were born and raised in Franklin and I spent every summer in the 60’s at their house as well as every holiday up there from 1951 until the 70’s when they passed away. They lived Just off hwy 64 going towards Wayah bald. Was that first picture made at Wayah? What mountain were you family houses on? I have lived in the Atlanta suburbs all my life and now live in Jefferson, Ga. I still have family all over that area. I love that your blog includes so much of this area.
Wonderful story. Thank you for the memories.
HI, Sara, I’m not sure which mountain that was that my grandaddy was on. The mountain they built cabins was at the end of a dirt road, now paved road, Mack Branch Road off Hwy. 64.
I had cousins in Holly Hills, right at you. My grandparents were on the other side of Franklin. I just love that area. Thanks so much for the memories. pS, I have no idea why the first word of my original post said Kim. I guess spell check.
Such great memories of your childhood. The story of all of you getting lost made me laugh out loud. It wasn’t funny at the time, but now it is such great memories. Sorry about the ticket.
Hi, Tee, it was a crazy event, but we survived and nothing bad happened.