Britton's Neck is a little place in Marion County, South Carolina. If you were privy to the information, you have probably passed through it while traveling to Myrtle Beach. What most people don't know is the rich history of such a small place. Within the epicenter of this very small community is a fire tower and at the very core of that fire tower's story, is the life of my great-grandfather.
My great-grandfather worked for the forestry commission in South Carolina and was tasked with manning this fire tower. This watchmen's job was 24/7 as long as the moisture levels in the air were low enough for fire risk. He walked up ten flights of stairs every day to spend all day in a glass box high above the trees. This room was less than 8'x8' and half the floor was a trap door. He worked in that fire tower for 30 years, living in a house, provided by the state, right next to it. He and his wife raised all of their children in it. My grandfather knew this house as his home.
After retiring he moved just a half of a mile down the road where he would live until he passed away shortly after I was born. His final resting place is the Britton's Neck cemetery.
The interesting thing about all of these places is that you can see them all from that fire tower. It's a beautiful thing to be able to catalog a life in one place. Things were simpler back then. They worked hard for what they had, and they made due with it. The world was quiet and the pace of life was slow. They enjoyed every day for what it was. From that fire tower, I can see all of the places that he lived as an adult and his final resting place. Where his daughter fell in love with a young man stationed at the Air Force communication station. I can see where I visited as a child. I can see his final resting place.
I love traveling the globe but I have to say, nothing will ever feel as much like home as this place does.
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