Without a major river to provide transportation, Wilson County was sparsely populated in earlier times, first by a smattering of Tuscarora Indians and later by European settlers and African-American slaves.  A railroad brought growth to the area after the Civil War but it was bright leaf tobacco that put Wilson County on the map.  I remember seeing black and white photos like this one in our local paper each year, celebrating the annual tobacco auctions that brought millions of dollars to eastern North Carolina communities like Wilson.  For a Chapel Hill girl who’d never touched a tobacco leaf, these pictures provided a glimpse into a world that seemed almost foreign even though it existed just miles from my own.

Today you can see reminders of those heady tobacco market times in Wilson’s downtown, a multi-block area that is surprisingly large for a town of 50,000.  There are grand, historic buildings:  the two-story, neo-classical edifice that was BB&T’s original corporate headquarters and the forlorn sight of what once had to be a bustling hotel that is now consigned to housing for the elderly.  Wilson’s downtown may no longer be the centerpiece of a thriving tobacco market, but it still shows more signs of life than many towns of similar size. And when Vollis Simpson’s giant whirligigs are moved to town permanently, I expect there will be plenty more.

Several years ago a number of women from the Chapel Hill High class of 1971 reconnected through Facebook and a group of us formed a monthly book club.  We weren’t necessarily friends as teenagers and may not have had a lot in common at the age of 15 but having been in the same place at the same age so many years ago provides us with a strong bond today.  We remember getting out of school as third graders to hear President Kennedy speak at Kenan Stadium on University Day.  Our first taste of pizza was at the Rathskeller in Chapel Hill’s Amber Alley.  As eighth graders, we experienced culture shock when the schools were fully integrated and we all came together, black and white, for the first time.  Our book club meetings are a fascinating and fun chance to share memories, many of them so different but always with that underlying thread of a common place and time (and we even manage to squeeze in book discussion too!).

Our April book club meeting was hosted by classmate Beth Punte who’s made her home in Wilson for the past 25 years.  After our meeting, Beth was gracious enough to show us around Wilson, ending at the train depot where Wilson’s modern history truly began.  At the station, we were introduced to Rose Rail, who sits patiently waiting on a depot bench for her train to arrive.  Although a few of Rose’s mosaic pieces have broken off and lie scattered on the sidewalk nearby, Rose maintains a stoic strength.  Just as Wilson County has seen its share of hard times, you have a feeling Rose has as well and that, in spite of her broken parts, she endures.  No wonder we were all eager to have our pictures taken with Rose.  At the age of 60, we too have suffered breaks and blows but like Rose, and the eastern North Carolina county where she sits on her bench waiting, we are still here and still looking ahead to the next adventure.

April 7, 2013 County #12 – Wilson

One of the unexpected pleasures of my 100 county quest is that it has led me into conversations with all sorts of people who’ve had all sorts of suggestions of places I should see.  Not long ago, it was a chance discussion with a cashier at Williams Sonoma in Durham that led me to downtown Warrenton and a particular antique/gift shop, The Scarlet Rooster.

I’ve probably been to Warren County, NC more than 100 times, traveling on I-85 from Chapel Hill to D.C., speeding past exits for Warrenton and Norlina but never stopping or seeing anything more than the billboards on the interstate.  On August 17th for the first time, I headed to Warren County as a destination rather than a place to simply pass through.

Warren is one of a string of sparsely populated northeastern counties spread out over a rural terrain, all of them facing challenges of poverty and dwindling numbers.  With just three incorporated towns in the county, none with a population over 1,500, it was a pleasant surprise for my youngest daughter, Rebecca, and me to discover a charming Main Street dotted with antique stores in Warren County’s county seat, Warrenton.  Unlike so many small downtowns on a Saturday afternoon, Warrenton was bustling. The Scarlet Rooster, a small store chockful of charm, quality goods, and homemade truffles helped us understand the draw though we wondered where these shoppers were coming from!

A few miles outside of Warrenton, we sought out Soul City, an experimental planned community envisioned by civil rights leader Floyd McKissick in the early 70s as a place where all races would live together and thrive.  Little is left of that dream now although there are still reminders in street signs, a few homes, and a beautifully maintained park that was eerily empty on a Saturday afternoon.  Saddest of all was coming upon a hand-lettered sign, “Soul City Cemetery,” in front of an apparently empty dirt field.

In an entirely different direction, south of Warrenton, we found the former gravesite of Annie Lee, the daughter of Robert E. Lee.  Annie became ill and died when, as a young adult during the Civil War, she was visiting in Warren County.  In the midst of war, her body couldn’t be transported home to Virginia so she was buried far from home in North Carolina.  Her father was finally able to visit her gravesite in 1870 and he himself died just a few months later.  In 1994, the Lee family moved her body to their family burial site in Virginia but her grave marker remains in Warren County.  There is no sign to indicate the site but finding Annie Lee Road gave us a clue that we were close.  It took a little tromping through the woods to find the grave but there it was, hidden from the road in the midst of a southern forest.

A gravesite without a body and a city without citizens – our day in Warren County turned out to be a fascinating one, traveling a landscape peopled by the spirits of those no longer here.  We departed Warren, driving east to the town of Halifax in next door Halifax County.  Downtown Halifax was deserted and its small historic park closed.  Just as we were wondering what we might see of interest in this small, quiet town, we came upon this historic home and marker.  I grew up singing the Carolina fight song that includes the line “it’s fight, fight, fight for Carolina as Davie did in days of old.”  I take an early morning walk each day past the Davie Poplar on UNC’s campus.  For the past 34 years, I’ve lived off Davie Circle.  Happening upon William R. Davie’s home in Halifax County was a perfect way to end our trip.  And, I appreciated the writer of the historical marker who referred to my beloved University of North Carolina most appropriately as “the university.”

August 18, 2012 – Warren and Halifax – Counties #10 and #11

For North Carolinians, a trip to the beach is a necessary rite of summer. With most of us holding on to vivid memories of childhood trips to the beach, we invest all sorts of emotion into exactly what constitutes a proper beach vacation. The topic ranks right up there with how to celebrate Christmas as a subject likely to provoke strong feelings. Rationally we can understand that opening presents on Christmas Eve is a perfectly plausible option but if your family opened theirs on Christmas morning, you know in your heart of hearts that Christmas morning is the right time (and really, the ONLY time) to unwrap those gifts. In the same way, I can nod understandingly when someone explains why they love going to the beach and staying in a condo with a pool but all the time I’m thinking to myself that the good lord clearly intended us to stay in oceanfront cottages…and ones with big, screened porches at that!North Carolina is blessed with many different, equally beautiful beaches. Every family has their favorite and every family believes that “their” beach is the right one. For my family, that right beach would be Topsail in Pender County – in July, the month that we feel confident was created precisely for beach weeks. The pictures below help illustrate some of the elements we consider critical for an idyllic time in Topsail – thankfully ones that were all a part of this year’s trip,  July 14 – 21 – Pender – County #9.

Sunrise over the Atlantic.

Morning coffee on the porch.

Birthday celebrations.

Trips to my favorite coffee shop/bookstore.

Floating on my raft in the water – well, you may have to look closely, but that is me on my raft out there!

Sunset over the sound.

Back when I was a student at Chapel Hill High, my friends and I frequently skipped school.  Chapel Hill was a small enough place then that we couldn’t risk staying in town and, unlike Ferris Bueller, we didn’t have a big city like Chicago nearby in which to lose ourselves.  Instead, we spent those out-of-school days driving country roads near Chapel Hill.  In our wanderings, we came upon several abandoned mill towns along the Haw River.  Having read our fair share of Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew mysteries as kids, we never doubted that we had in fact discovered these towns and that no one else knew about them (sort of like Christopher Columbus “discovering” a world people had been living in for centuries).

One of those mill towns my high school friends and I stumbled upon was Saxapahaw, a community in southern Alamance County.  Since my skipping school days, Saxapahaw has been most emphatically discovered.  The old mill itself has been turned into condominiums, musical Saturday night gatherings are held there in the summer, and there’s even a general store where you can pick up both Slim Jims and cashew butter.

Interstate 40/85 slices horizontally through Alamance County.  North of the highway you find the familiar outlet malls of Burlington and a conglomeration of commercial sprawl that could be Anywhere, USA.  Even the attractive college town of Elon lacks a spirit of vibrancy.

South of the interstate though, Alamance County retains its soul.  It’s hard to imagine anyone not being charmed by Saxapahaw.  Other rural communities like Eli Whitney and Alamance are similarly situated among rolling green fields and the land almost pulsates with history.  The village of Alamance may not have been incorporated until 1979 but it is a spot where Indians, Revolutionary War, and Civil War soldiers all once gathered.

On a particularly gorgeous day in June, driving the roads of Alamance County with my daughter was an ideal way to spend my birthday.  Time has marched on for me and for Saxapahaw since those long ago high school days.  The change is good.

June 14, 2012 – County #7 – Alamance

Yesterday I headed to Town Creek Indian Mound in Montgomery County with my long-time friend, Anne Geer (what a good feeling it is spending time with someone you’ve known since elementary school).  I learned a lot at Town Creek about pre-1500 Native American culture and hope to learn more from a book Anne recommended to me, 1491.  After leaving Town Creek, we found fresh peaches at a local Moore County farm Anne had heard about from a friend and rewarded ourselves with the special treat of homemade peach ice cream from a roadside stand.

Each time I travel to a county, I try to be open to whatever I may experience there.  My goal isn’t to have a fabulous time on each visit but to experience that county for whatever it has to offer on a particular day.  Still, as often as I tell myself that, I do harbor a desire to happen upon something unexpected as I’m traveling along.  With today’s technology keeping the world abreast of everyone’s waking moment, it’s less and less likely that we might find surprises along the way but that doesn’t stop me from hoping.

That’s why I was excited to experience just such an unexpected surprise when Anne and I came upon this whimsically decorated crossroads in rural Moore County.  A two-story house stands on one corner with a couple of friendly dogs on the front porch.   We could only guess that the owners of that home were responsible for the bottle tree, the plantings around road signs, and the decorations on the signs themselves.  I would love to know more about the story behind it all but, regardless of what that story might be, the crossroads at Glendon was the highlight of a fun trip through the counties of Montgomery and Moore.

Counties #5 & 6 – Montgomery and Moore – June 9, 2012