In response to jdarg...yes, present Conch Out is the house that replaced the old Conch Out after it was washed away during Hurricane Opal. It is considered bad luck to change the name of a house. The old weathered sign from Conch Out #1 still hangs on our house. Conch out #1 was one of the old Butler cottages that was moved from over at Eden, where it was a lumber mill laborer's house for many years. I remember it well at Grayton.
When I was a child, that part of Old Grayton was a series of sand dunes on the south side of the private lane called "Hotz Avenue." In fact, the sand dunes came all the way up to the porches of old Washaway House in those days. The dunes behind what is now The Red Bar and extending all the way down to what is now Gulf Trace were 20 to 30 feet tall and were covered with sea oats. There were small dunes all the way around Butler's Store except for the streetfront. The inlet between the Gulf and Western Lake would open and we would shrimp and crab with a plastic laundry basket (crabs) and Sunbeam Bread wrappers (shrimp) punched full of holes. One night our catch was 152 Blue Atlantic Crabs and over 70 dozen shrimp! We had to invite everyone we knew down for dinner.
Little posses of tanned children wandered around everywhere and would crash at the kid's house where they ended up latest. The strictest parent seemed comfortable with this arrangement. Not all beach houses had telephones, so there was a lot of trust. At the same time, there were also some pretty wild things that one could witness by walking up and down the lanes of Old Grayton on a hot summer night... So there's my stroll down memory lane!
When I was a child, that part of Old Grayton was a series of sand dunes on the south side of the private lane called "Hotz Avenue." In fact, the sand dunes came all the way up to the porches of old Washaway House in those days. The dunes behind what is now The Red Bar and extending all the way down to what is now Gulf Trace were 20 to 30 feet tall and were covered with sea oats. There were small dunes all the way around Butler's Store except for the streetfront. The inlet between the Gulf and Western Lake would open and we would shrimp and crab with a plastic laundry basket (crabs) and Sunbeam Bread wrappers (shrimp) punched full of holes. One night our catch was 152 Blue Atlantic Crabs and over 70 dozen shrimp! We had to invite everyone we knew down for dinner.
Little posses of tanned children wandered around everywhere and would crash at the kid's house where they ended up latest. The strictest parent seemed comfortable with this arrangement. Not all beach houses had telephones, so there was a lot of trust. At the same time, there were also some pretty wild things that one could witness by walking up and down the lanes of Old Grayton on a hot summer night... So there's my stroll down memory lane!