While down in South Carolina this past Summer, Joe and I really wanted to check out a plantation. We figured the kids would be too little and it just so happened that my mom (Grandma) and her new husband Mark (Grandpa) wanted the kiddos another night!
My mom said of all the plantations she could think of, Boone was the place to go. It also happened to be filmed in one of my favorite movies, The Notebook, so I just had to see!
Obviously the home is stunning, and learning the history of what it’s been through the years was quite amazing. You can’t help but just stop at the gate in awe.
The Avenue of Oaks was also quite breathtaking; I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
As much as we enjoyed our day together, it was quite a somber experience. The deep history of slavery was all around us. I swear I could feel something a little different in my soul.
It was such an odd feeling, admiring the gorgeous home and beautiful views, but my heart was heavy thinking of all the people who were considered property here.
The trees were so old and breathtaking. The little smokehouse below fascinated Joe, since we love our little smoker so much, how crazy that’s how they used to preserve their meats etc.
I had a hard time even smiling while standing in one of the slave cabins; I still have trouble wrapping my brain around how humans treated other humans so inhumanely.
But I suppose that is why we teach history, so we can learn and not repeat past mistakes. My favorite part of the day was the Gullah presentation. A lady sang and shared stories of her people. I had no idea that when the slaves would go out into the plantations and work, they’d often sing a song; this song would many times tell a story of what would be happening later that night or day, like an escape.
Above you can see the water way; that was the main source of transportation back then as there were no roads. Slaves would try to escape that way, but it was so difficult!
It was interesting because I was just finishing up a book, Small Great Things and it delved quite deeply in racial issues, white supremacy and was quite fitting for me to be thinking about all of it as I walked the cabins.
When I got home, I started a fiction book on slavery, which was honestly quite hard to stomach at times. Again, I felt the importance of reading it as it is part of our history and it’s history that schools don’t really teach…we definitely give the watered down version to our students, understandably so.
If you’re ever in South Carolina, I’d make time for a stop here at Boone. It’s one of the memories from our trip that continues to pop up in our minds and hearts. Joe and I have had many beautiful discussions about it and how grateful we are to be living in a time period like today.