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2100 South Carolina Highway 341
Lynchburg, South Carolina 29080
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Historic plantation, circa 1830, available for weddings and special events in Lynchburg, South Carolina.  

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Tales from Tanglewood Plantation - 200 years in the making

 

The Benches at Tanglewood Plantation

Jamie Dyce

Tanglewood Plantation circa 1830

Tanglewood Plantation circa 1830

The history of Tanglewood Plantation is rooted in the southern tradition of caring for the soil, it's trees, and their inhabitants.  Before the property earned its current name in the early 1800’s, the property was called Smith’s Grove after both the family who owned the land and the large sweeping expanses of trees that graced the acreage. 

My husband and I spent most of last winter walking Tanglewood's groves with an expert tree company, looking at each tree—it’s health, it’s diseases, it’s old and dying limbs.  We saved the ones we could save by applying different sealants and salves to the bark.  We trimmed back dead limbs and thinned out canopies.  But there were a few that could not be saved and that had to be turned into firewood to heat the Plantation.  There is one tree—a large Pecan—that we were anxiously praying would come back, but didn’t.  I’ve spent a lot of time under the precarious and dropping limbs of that tree thinking about all of the things that tree has witnessed—this will be the winter that we chop it down.

Tanglewood’s two hundred years run through many chapters of American history.  The enormous, original tract that was deeded to Smith family is right on the path the North took as it invaded the South during the Civil War.  South Carolinians fought for farmer’s rights just mere decades later, led by the dauntless Ellison Durant Smith of Tanglewood Plantation.  The turn of the century witnessed the struggle for equality by both women and blacks; that struggle was bore out under the tree limbs of Tanglewood.   Two World Wars were fought, people were born, lived, and died, and another Millenium marked our calendars.  Quiet and still,  Tanglewood Plantation and it’s trees hold strong.

One of the most beautiful stories (and pictures) at Tanglewood Plantation, is the one that captures the Benches at Tanglewood Plantation.  Scattered around the property are rotting, moss- covered planks that balance between two huge old trees.  The wood looks to be minutes away from collapsing, and the Spanish moss hangs low from those trees.  Local lore tells that when there were weddings on the property,  a board was placed between two trees (or that a board was placed next to one tree and another was planted) to signify and mark the union.  These benches are still here, commemorating these marriages of yesteryear, even though everything else has changed. 

So as I look to the future of Tanglewood Plantation, our family and our guests, I am curious about which pieces will withstand the hands of time.   Will all of the trees that my children climb and those that we are trying to save still be here?  Will the couples that dance their wedding nights away, full of life and anticipation come back?  Will they hold hands under these same trees, with white hair, and smile about all the time that has passed since their magical night at Tanglewood Plantation?   Only the future will tell, but...

I hope so.  :)

A special thank you to all of the Photographers who have helped capture Tanglewood Plantation's magic:

Lacy Ferrell Photography, James McCoy Photography, Carla Holst, Devon Carsten, Collin Smith Portrait Photography, and Ashley Owens Jones Photography.

And an invitation to all of our beautiful couples shown above-- You are always welcome at Tanglewood-- thank you for helping to create the magic...

At night I dream that you and I are two plants, that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain”
— Pablo Neruda, Regalo de un Poeta