Nanie and Curtis Weaver

The Memory of my parents Summer 2020 It is with sadness mixed with happiness that we say good by to both my parents. It is with a positive understanding of the life journey that we cannot have them forever. Selfishly now that they are gone we already miss the daily phone calls and weekly visits. Its easier if you understand the relationship my parents had with life and us. Born to the South Florida paradise in the late 20s early 30s they were from pioneering families to Boynton Beach. My mother’s Father Nathaniel Weems and his wife Truly were the local Doctor and nurse with a clinic. My Dads father Marcus Weaver with his wife Marion were dairy farmers. The area was scrub pines swamp and dirt roads. Life was not easy for either family. They both were founding members of the First United Methodist Church and that is were my parents met. They were a few years part but in a small town everyone knew each other. My parents grew up in that church and were Baptized and married there. Both attended the only one room school house for their entire 12 year education. Later in life they along with many other local folks provided guidance and funding to resurrect the old building and it is now a children’s museum. My mother the second oldest in a large family of seven went to Auburn and graduated from University of Miami. She graduated and taught school at what was Seacrest High School. My Father went to University of Florida and graduated with a milk chemistry degree and minored in animal husbandry. He returned to Boynton after being in the Air Force in Michigan during the last years of the war. Returning home he went to work for a local creamery in West Palm and then joined the Weaver Dairies in his late 20s. He kindled the love relationship with my mother in 1956 and they were married in the Methodist Church and had the reception in the Boyntons Womens Club building down on US 1. 350 people attended the celebration. It’s interesting to note they went on their honeymoon to North Carolina and drove thru what would later become their personal paradise in the 70’s and 80’s. This area we called home was Cashiers, North Carolina. These two were inseparable and very early on had their first child Curtis Weaver Jr while living on the farm on what is now Cypress Creek Country Club. The first house was under 1000 sq ft and elevated on concrete blocks to allow for protection from water rising and good ventilation. Remember this was before air conditioning. After a couple of years David was born and they moved into town near the hospital, Bethesda. Where we grew up until we were both out of high school. Times were simple with work always going on around the farm and house. Summers we went as a family camping or to the family cabin owned by my grandfather Nat Weems in Lake Junaluska North Carolina. This was the Methodist Assembly for the southern conference so no wonder they were tied to the area and the development since early childhood. Both of my parents along with their parents and family spent many summers in Lake Junaluska attending church and bible school down on the lake. One summer we traveled by popup camper a Starcraft from Boynton to Canada for Expo 67 the Worlds Fair. What a journey with my parents and brother camping all the way up and back in State and National campgrounds. It is the last long trip we took as a family as soon after that my father along with his brothers Stanley Marcus Melvin and his sister Marion Alice sold most of which was Weaver Dairies to a developer from Miami and the western corridor of Boynton went from cows to townhomes. Next chapter: Both of my parents as you will recall discovered Cashiers in the 50’s while on their honeymoon. in 1970 my father and mother purchased a nice tract of land just outside of Cashiers overlooking Whiteside Mtn with a large 9 bedroom home as part of the purchase. My mother and father together renovated upgraded and transformed a once old Hotel back to its original grandeur. This became what was called Silver Slip lodge and for the next 20 years my parents rented rooms and cabins to folks from our area on vacation. It also was a magnet for their friends and family to come and celebrate life with them in the cool mountain air for weeks and sometimes months during these great years of their lives. The lodge as we called it was a simple wood structure of stone, wood beams and hard wood floors. Large fireplaces everywhere and porches with mountain views to sooth your soul. My parents were at home their and my fondest memories of them together was of them enjoying the dream they had built. Both of them worked hard to provide excellent hospitality and great food to guests and family. As you know if your ever ate Naine’s homemade breads, jellies or cakes food was a staple of enjoyment. The late 60’s and early 70’s also had my father involved with his brothers with a dairy farm on Nassau in the Bahamas. They took a large area on the south of the island and turned it into a profitable dairy farm providing fresh milk, butter cream and ice cream for the islands. Due to a change in the early 70’s in government they sold the property to a large Canadian company for future development. As my parents were moving into their 70’s with their children now having grandbabies and they getting older they sold a major portion of the North Carolina operation. For the next 10 years they traveled every summer to Europe, Alaska, Northwest Canadian Rockies and New England. Most trips were with another couple but many were just the two of them spending life together in love and inseparable. With them back home with us my brother and in along with our wives traveled with our parents on some great trips to the keys fishing and lobstering or to North Georgia renting cabins and hiking and boating. I would like to note both of my parents were in many local organizations mostly philanthropic. Rotary for my father was a 35 year passion. In addition the Methodist Church and the Childrens Museum have benefited from their engagement not only financially but their time on various boards. The local historical society of Boynton where my Father was President was another passion they both shared. Looking back thru this reflection pool of life I am grateful proud and happy to be one of the siblings blessed to be able to call them my parents. I know that God has prepared a place for them and will want a slice of my mom’s Banana bread!! If you would in their honor like to make a donation please contribute to: Schoolhouse Childrens Museum 129 East Ocean Ave Boynton Beach Fl 33435 First United Methodist Church 101 N. Seacrest Blvd. Boynton Beach, FL 33435 Florida United Methodist Childrens Home 51 Main Street Enterprise, Fl. 32725 Hospice Foundation Palm Beach 139 N County Road #26 Palm Beach Fl 33480 St Judes Childrens Hospital Alice and Curtis Weaver memorial fund http://fundraising.stjude.org/goto/aliceandcurtis Click and complete donations on line or print the form and mail your check Thanks the Weaver Family