Evening star., 1940-07-28
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Just
Between
Yourselves
BY PHILIP H. LOVE
Junior Star Editor,

DRAYDEN, Md. (By maiD The
chances are that you've never heard
Of Drayden, but that's no reflection
on your knowledge of geography. ]
had never heard of it, either, until
one of its natives led me to it. That
was about nine years ago, and it has
been my favorite vacation spot ever
since. But, on second thought, that
isn't astrictly true. What I should
have said is simply that Drayden
has been my favorite vaction post
mark. Because that's all it is,
really-just postmark. 1t isn't a
town; it isn't even a group of houses
It's only small, whitewashed store
beside a narrow macadam road, a
road that goes nowhere from no.
where; There are, perhaps, so resi-
dents Of st. Marys County who
when asked where they live, will
answer, "Drayden"; yet no one
really lives there except the store
keeper and his family.
The people with whom I am stay
ing are typical. Their farm is a
good three miles from the store.
They say they live 'at Drayden, :"
but the truth is they merely do their
buying and mailing there.
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The farm is on the st. George
River, which isn't a river at all
nor even stream. It's really a sort
OF bay which, as folks hereabout
say, makes up into the shoreline
to help form Piney Point. The water
on one side of Piney Point is the
Potomac River; the same water on
the other side of the point, for some
strange reason, is called the St
George River.
But that isn't strictly true, either,
because, you see, there are really two
Plney Points. First, there is Piney
Point-a sandy, pine-studded point
that sticks out into the Potomac
Then there is Piney Point-a sort of
thumb OF the first point that also
sticks out into the water, with the
Potomac on one side and the St.
George on the other. And when
the people around here speak of
Piney Point they may mean the first
or the second point, or both points.
It's all very confusing, and, after
spending my ninth successive sum-
mer vacation here, I still am not
quite clear as to where am.
I know I'm not at Piney Point,
though I can sit at my bedroom
window and see its combination
store and post Office and one of its
hotels across the green water of the
st. George. And I'm equally GER
tain that I'm not at Drayden,
though the postmark on the enve-
lope in which this is mailed to the
Junior Star Office will seem to prove
that am.
The truth is that I am nowhere
the one place of all places that
prefer to spend vacation. Between
this farm and the nearest public
road is a mile of thick woods. If
you were to drive down that road
and there's no reason why you
should, because, as I've said, it goes
from nowhere to nowhere-youd
never guess there was farm of 100
or more acres behind that wild
looking forest. And even if you
came up the st. George in a boat
and stopped 100 feet from where I
sit, you'd never suspect there was a
house here.
It's a typical Southern Maryland
farm house, old and badly in need of
fresh coat of whitewash. It is
hidden in a grove of trees, mostly
locusts, but with several silver
naples and black walnuts, and even
wild cherry, sprinkled through
them. There is plenty of ham and
bacon and shoulder in the meat
house, there are plenty of vegetables
IN the garden. there is plenty of
fruit in the orchard, and if all those
things are not enough, there are
plenty of fish and crabs in the
river, just 100 feet from the door,
and both motorboat and a row.
boat to make them easy to ap-
proach. And if anything else is
needed, the store at Drayden is but
Is minutes away by automobile, and
the one at Piney Point about the
same distance by motorboat.
There are no telephones to dis
turb my rest, and the nearest tele-
graph Office is at Leonardtown, l8
miles up the road I go to bed early
and get up late; the rest of the time
I can spend as I please-reading,
fishing. swimming, boating, playing
badminton or softball, or just plain
doing. If want to live in my bath
ing trunks, it's all right, for nobody
can see me, and if I want to stand
out in the yard and try my lungs at
warwhoops, it's all right, too, for
nobody can hear me.
In other words, wherever I am
Piney Point, Drayden or just plain
nowhere, I'm having wonderful
vacation.
POser a nS,pers