When we left there and moved back to upstate South Carolina, my Dad moved from pastoring a church to finding, building and establishing a camp and conference center. That meant that we did not have a manse to live in.
We had some dear friends, however, who had a mountain lake colony cottage. They found out about our situation and very graciously allowed us to live there for a season. That was one of my best springs ever. It was a little cottage in the woods with a creek in the back. It was a rather cool spring, so the weather was just what you would imagine a mountain spring ought to be. The dogwoods, daffodils and mountain laurel bloomed right on time. The cottage came with lake-privileges, so we could go fishing, swimming and canoeing whenever
The most fascinating thing to me about this house though, was the porches. The man who lived here had a son. Every summer he and his son would design and build another porch. There were porches connected by walkways (some of which went over the creek), porches that wrapped around full-grown trees, screened porches, porches that had steps going up and porches that had steps going down. In my memory I am sure that I have elaborated on these porches beyond what they really were, but it was lots of fun to live there for a while.
Dad on one of the smaller walkways.