The Pamlico Rose Institute
Growing Community by Preserving History
820 Park Dr. Washington, NC, 27889
(805) 320-2967
David and I were the last ones still at Rose Haven at 12:30pm Sunday after closing up our coffee shop experience, On Common Grounds.  The last chair and table were stowed inside.  A car popped into the parking lot.  A window rolled down on the passenger side.

“Are you done with the morning?” the occupant asked.

“Yes, we are,” I replied.  “But would you like to get out and take a tour?”

“Well, I already had one,” she said a bit sheepishly.  “I came yesterday and walked the grounds when no one was here.  I hope that was okay.  You see, I am a Navy Veteran, a nurse from 1962-1966, and I live in California and have been following your progress on Facebook almost since you started here.”

Visitors in front of the Rose Haven sign

Robert, Ginny & Cynthia

It’s a small world went through my mind.


“I am originally from around here, and I come back every so often to see my friend, Cynthia.  I wanted to try one more time to meet you before I leave today on the train back.  Is that the guy who works on the windows?” she asked pointing over at David.

“Yes, he is the window man,” I said, and called David over.

And she opened the door and got out.

“Would you still like to walk around for a minute or two?” I asked.   “See the inside of the house?”

And so, that was the start of our chance meeting with Ginny (Virginia) Cline and her life-long friend Cynthia.

Ginny had done a lot in her lifetime.  But over half a century later she was watching the progress of our Center for female Veterans all the way from northern California – the gardens taking shape and work starting back up on the house.  The Center and its mission had struck a chord.  We showed them more of the gardens and walked them through the house and then to their car.  From inside, Ginny asked if we would plant a yellow rose for her on the grounds and gave me money to cover buying a rose or two.

“Of course,” I said.  “You have toured the gardens, where would you like it to be planted?” I asked.

“I don’t know, roses love sun.  Pick a spot.”

And then they were gone.

She said she would be back in a coupe of years.  The rose will be waiting to greet her.