I grew up here by dommdy
North Carolina is a beautiful state, I miss it so much! Pinehurst is a unique, classy little town. When I was growing up, the winding roads had no names, no signs. You had to ask a local to know how to get anywhere. If you love golf (and have plenty of money) this place is for you. I’ve never played golf, but as a child I rolled down the grassy hills by the Country Club and hung out in the powder room (which actually had powder) and the beautiful lobby of the hotel known then as the Carolina. It is now called “The Pinehurst”, I guess in case you forget where you are.
The road across from the hotel, Linden Road, was known as “Millionaire Hill”. Rumor has it that John Lennon once considered buying a house here. I know several doctors lived there. Of course there are tons of tall pine trees, and people often had pine straw in their yards in lieu of grass.
One special place that I hope still exists is a gift shop called The Woman’s Exchange. It was located in a tiny log cabin not far from the country club. It was filled with unique handmade items sold on consignment. When I was a teenager I sold some stuffed animals I made there. The last time I was there many years ago they also had a small space where they sold lunches and tea. I’m not sure, but I believe the store was staffed entirely by volunteers. It was only open a few hours a day for a few days a week. It always smelled great, as they sold hand dipped candles and other potpourri items.
There are other exceptional shops on the three main downtown streets. When I was a child there were cool brick streets, but they are now paved. Anyway, it is a great place to shop, walk around, enjoy the buildings and the trees. Besides pine trees there are also big, beautiful magnolias and holly bushes with sharp thorns and bright red berries.
My mother was a librarian at the Given Memorial Library, which has a great archive room filled with items detailing the history of this remarkable little town. I am getting homesick writing this! If you go, write a little something, I’ll be sure to read it. over 7 years ago
The road across from the hotel, Linden Road, was known as “Millionaire Hill”. Rumor has it that John Lennon once considered buying a house here. I know several doctors lived there. Of course there are tons of tall pine trees, and people often had pine straw in their yards in lieu of grass.
One special place that I hope still exists is a gift shop called The Woman’s Exchange. It was located in a tiny log cabin not far from the country club. It was filled with unique handmade items sold on consignment. When I was a teenager I sold some stuffed animals I made there. The last time I was there many years ago they also had a small space where they sold lunches and tea. I’m not sure, but I believe the store was staffed entirely by volunteers. It was only open a few hours a day for a few days a week. It always smelled great, as they sold hand dipped candles and other potpourri items.
There are other exceptional shops on the three main downtown streets. When I was a child there were cool brick streets, but they are now paved. Anyway, it is a great place to shop, walk around, enjoy the buildings and the trees. Besides pine trees there are also big, beautiful magnolias and holly bushes with sharp thorns and bright red berries.
My mother was a librarian at the Given Memorial Library, which has a great archive room filled with items detailing the history of this remarkable little town. I am getting homesick writing this! If you go, write a little something, I’ll be sure to read it. over 7 years ago
