
The original 1930’s Rawlings homestead and surrounding
farmyard has been preserved as a Florida State Historic Park, open every day of
the week. But if you want the real
immersion experience, people dressed in period clothes will give you a tour on
Thursday through Sunday, from now until July.

At the behest of the tour guide, Bucko and I filled our
pockets with different varieties of fresh tangerines and oranges plucked from
Marjorie’s trees, at one point even using an old style long picking pole handy
for the purpose. At home I tasted this
larder, and found a few very sweet varieties in and among the more sour options
that would have made good key-lime-like pies. And all were free for the
picking. You can’t get much better than
that!

We could have ended our trip then, with a late lunch at the
Yearling Restaurant in Cross Creek, and driven back to Amelia Island, satisfied
with a fine day trip. But it was
beginning to rain and we had the leisure schedule of the retired and decided to
stay in the area overnight.
The Yearling Restaurant has a handful of furnished cabins on
its property. Except for modern
microwave ovens and flat screen televisions, they are furnished with antiques
and Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings memorabilia.
There is no internet access there, and the cell phone signal was weak,
but for us, that night, that was a plus.
That evening we grabbed umbrellas and walked from our cabin over
to the Yearling Restaurant for dinner. This place is pure Old Florida too, a
run-down looking building with a screened-in porch with rocking chairs and a
large old “Drink Coca-Cola” ice chest for décor. Inside was more of the same, but better by
far. The three main rooms—two dining
rooms and a bar—were covered with old photos and nature paintings and artifacts,
and shelves of Old Florida and Rawlings memorabilia. The main dining room’s walls of old books were
even available for browsing while eating your meal, or for purchasing
afterwards.
The food, alas, was not as good as it could be and a bit
pricey besides, but it featured exotic items like frog legs, gator tail and
quail that were evocative of wild foods that surely were on Marjorie’s menu
too. And, even better, since it was a
Friday night, an old time bluegrass bang twanged out their rendition of songs
that many of the other patrons knew by heart.

It is only about 100 miles from Cross Creek to Amelia Island
but decades away in time. Next time you want a bit of nostalgia, head for Cross
Creek and you won’t be sorry.