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12 Richmond hill Reflections


<strong>The</strong><br />

Oyster House<br />

Story and Photos Michelle L. Morris<br />

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legacies&<strong>lore</strong> ✴ <strong>beauty</strong> <strong>abounds</strong><br />

<strong>The</strong>re’s something so endearing about an old historical site that still<br />

has most or all of the original materials and structure. When visiting<br />

places like this, I find myself getting lost in thoughts of what has occurred<br />

or what has been seen, felt and experienced right in that exact<br />

spot. It’s an unexplainable, nostalgic connection to things of the past.<br />

For the same reason, many historical sites are wildly busy tourist destinations<br />

all over the world. I’m here to tell you, the nostalgia of the<br />

Oyster House at <strong>The</strong> <strong>Ford</strong> <strong>Plantation</strong> is simply no different, and you<br />

feel it the moment you step foot on the bridge and make your way to<br />

the island where it sits.<br />

When I visited recently, I was able to chat with the gentleman<br />

who has called the Oyster House his office for the last 8½ years. Mike<br />

Womble is a naturalist and works full-time for the members of the<br />

<strong>Plantation</strong>. He says, “I’m not a historian...” although he possesses great<br />

knowledge of the building and all that surrounds it. We stood inside<br />

the Oyster House and I did my best to listen intently to all Mike had<br />

to say, while forcing myself not to be distracted by the myriad of items<br />

surrounding me. <strong>The</strong>re were cages of venomous snakes, a stuffed wild<br />

boar, fishing poles ga<strong>lore</strong>, a bow and arrow bigger than me, a stuffed<br />

duck, live snapping turtles, fish, a dried piranha and most certainly<br />

enough animal bones, teeth and skulls to fill up the backseat of a small<br />

car. Amidst all that adorned the walls, I noticed a small, framed black<br />

and white grainy picture of two well-dressed middle-aged men chatting<br />

it up. I asked about the image on the wall, and Mike began to fill<br />

me in on Henry <strong>Ford</strong>, and much of Henry’s story that was written<br />

right where I was standing.<br />

<strong>Ford</strong>, like many successful people, was a bit impulsive (or rather<br />

decisive) and knew just what he wanted and when he wanted it. <strong>The</strong><br />

Oyster House was built in the 1930s and was completed, from start to<br />

finish, in just three short days. <strong>The</strong> urgency was in place only because<br />

<strong>Ford</strong> wanted to use the building for a party that was to be held during<br />

the upcoming weekend – an oyster roast, to be exact. His friends had<br />

often teased him about buying such extensive property in “backwards<br />

Georgia,” and in an effort to shrug off the good-hearted mockery, he<br />

placed a sign on top of the entry doorway reading, “AIG-ROEG.”<br />

Try reading that one again, and if it’s still not clear, read it backwards.<br />

Clever man!<br />

Evidence of the untampered originality and age of the house was<br />

clear to me from the settling cracks and several uneven lines in the construction<br />

of the planks. In more than one spot, there was just enough<br />

space between the cypress wood planks that sunshine was spilling<br />

through. <strong>The</strong> original ventilation holes were visible at the bottom of<br />

the entry door, making it clear that there’s no central cooling or heating<br />

inside, indicative of that time period. Inside, seeing the two brick<br />

ovens filled my imagination with all that must have been prepared in<br />

them over the decades.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Oyster House has become a place of celebrations and connections<br />

for countless weekends since the original construction. <strong>The</strong><br />

members of <strong>The</strong> <strong>Ford</strong> <strong>Plantation</strong> (there are about 300 total), along<br />

with Mike Womble, place a high priority on preservation of history<br />

and nature. “We still use it for its original purpose – oyster roasts,”<br />

says Mike. “Homecoming of the members is in October. This year,<br />

instead of the oyster roast being at <strong>The</strong> Main House, it will be here at<br />

the Oyster House. We also do wild game dinners in the fall and winter.<br />

We’ve dug a pit and roasted a hog in the ground under the ashes. <strong>The</strong><br />

chef comes over and cranks up the two ovens inside the Oyster House<br />

and we’ll do pot pies, quail breasts and roasted snapper.”<br />

Mike is very passionate about his job and his service to the members<br />

of the <strong>Plantation</strong>. As the naturalist on the property, he manages<br />

everything from alligators to kids’ summer camps and maintaining<br />

bluebird boxes around the property. <strong>The</strong>re are so many elements that<br />

set <strong>The</strong> <strong>Ford</strong> <strong>Plantation</strong> apart from other similar historical sites and<br />

developments, but certainly having a full-time naturalist on staff, serving<br />

a group of members who have dedicated half of their property to<br />

preservation, is quite incredible!<br />

I left feeling more connected to the past and more drawn to the<br />

undeniable <strong>beauty</strong> of such a dedicated community of people. It is a<br />

peaceful and awe-inspiring place to visit, rich with history and great<br />

promise of countless more memories to be made. q<br />

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