Middleton Place

I decided I couldn’t wait to show you Middleton Place . . .

Middleton Place
Middleton Place

. . . a local rice plantation first settled in the 17th century, so I’ll save other Folly fun for later. This past Saturday afternoon was absolutely glorious, so we drove out to Middleton Place, because we’d heard the grounds were fabulous . . .

Live Oaks at Middleton Place
Live Oaks at Middleton Place

. . . which, as you can see, is absolutely true. The live oaks were huge and spectacular . . .

Live Oak over Pond Middleton Place EnhancedLive Oaks at Middleton PlaceCircle Trees Middleton Place

. . . the waterfowl were cooperatively posing . . .

Great Egret at Middleton Place
Great Egret at Middleton Place

. . . and a few paperwhites and camellias were even in bloom.


Camellia at Middleton Place
Camellia at Middleton Place

There was also a lovely little restaurant. We got there just in time to catch the end of the lunch service and had a cup of She-Crab soup, of course, but also shared a Fried Green Tomato sandwich–YUM!

Aside from the grounds and restaurant, there were also artisans in the workshops demonstrating work that would have been done on the plantation. Here’s the cooper . . .

Doug Nesbit, the cooper at Middleton Place
Doug Nesbit, the cooper at Middleton Place

. . . an absolutely charming gentleman who spends his days giving history lessons to tourists and making barrels and buckets like the ones you see on his work table. There was also a potter and a woman who dips candles and grinds corn with two huge grooved circular stones. I was so fascinated–and distracted by the peacocks in the rafters waiting for spilled corn–I forgot to take a picture.

One thing I appreciated about these artisans, aside from their skill, is that they always used the term “enslaved Africans” instead of the simpler “slaves” which struck me as a more respectful, honest treatment of the hard fact of how this particular part of American prosperity came to be.

Slave Graveyard at Middleton Place
One of the Slave Graveyards at Middleton Place

Let me never forget those whose lives were not–or are not now–filled with days of ease and adventure.

From an old hymn:

Comfort, comfort ye my people,
speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
comfort those who sit in darkness,
mourning ‘neath their sorrow’s load; 

Words: Johann G. Olearius, 1671
∼Translation: Catherine Winkworth, 1863

I wish you comfort and peace this Christmas season, and I wish for you an abundance of opportunities to share the same with all those you encounter.


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