When I was 8 years old, my parents bought "Riverside," a house and 120-acre property in Nanjemoy, Maryland. (If you haven't heard of Nanjemoy, you're in good company, don't worry, I don't think anyone outside of Nanjemoy has heard of Nanjemoy.) Riverside became our weekend home, and we would go there a lot, especially during the summer months. I'm not gonna lie - sometimes I hated Riverside, because it involved a lot of chores - raking leaves, mowing, and picking up an endless supply of sticks so the mower wouldn't choke on the, well, endless supply of sticks. But there are also a ton of good memories -
swimming for hours and hours (ducking under the water when a horsefly would start circling, and trying to avoid stepping on jellyfish or crabs),
boating in our little rowboat (which was tied with a not-so-long rope to shore since our parents were afraid of us drowning),
tubing down the river to our grandparents' house (or is upriver? I dunno),
climbing the red-clay cliffs,
exploring the woods,
eating Chef Boyardee spaghetti with meatballs (don't say ewww - it was awesome!), and
playing poker and Monopoly (and yes, my siblings cheat at both) in the evenings
Well, that's coming to an end. Past 80, it's time for my parents to have a much-deserved easy lifestyle, so they've moved to a comfy little house on the golf course in Richmond, VA, and are selling Riverside. The good news is that they're selling it to the state of Maryland, which will likely use it as some kind of nature reserve or recreational area. Isn't that awesome?
Last weekend, my parents, brothers Thomas and Pete, and nephew Joseph headed down to Riverside to do the final cleanout. It's a little sad - but also good, because the folks will have a nice, comfy retirement, and Riverside will live on!




