Cypress has been in my family since 1986. Once a dream of my late Father's to own a piece of his childhood. He grew up opposite of Cypress on Petite Lake, paddling across midnight waters to join in on the hot Summer nights. All I can picture is that scene in "Dirty Dancing" when all the staff feverishly dance after hours, the lighting was perfect and you knew you weren't supposed to be there. Realistically though, It was probably a bunch of kids sharing a bonfire on the beach, occasionally sneaking a beer. Whatever the scenario, it was his "coming of age" tale and it drew him back to this sandy, cottage lined resort.
( My oldest Brother and Dad, Tony)
After my dad’s passing in 2002, our home fell uncomfortably silent. My mother needed to move forward, and so she made plans to leave Cypress behind her. Though never run as a business, Cypress had been a haven for anyone who called themselves his friend. Dad’s larger-than-life antics—those classic ‘Oh, Tony!’ moments and his booming laughter—made people flock to be part of his one-man party. Even now, I feel lucky to hear people share memories: ‘Remember that time when Tony…?’ His love and warmth touched so many, leaving an indelible mark.
For a while, it felt like that chapter of Cypress had closed; the grounds seemed too painful to walk. Slowly, nature crept in—the trees and grass reclaimed the land, and the buildings continued to weather and fade.
It wasn’t until the summer of 2011, when I was 27, that I finally gathered the courage to really explore Cypress as my future… or horror (see photos below). I found myself clearing weeds, peeking through dusty windows, wiping away dirt, and mentally listing projects. In that moment, I knew I’d regret it forever if I turned my back on her. It seemed impossible to bring up, I worried it would be considered an impossible undertaking. How wrong I was—she met me with encouragement, adventure, and logic. My mother, who instilled in me and my three older brothers the pride of hard work, had never once limited me because I was her daughter. She still works tirelessly on her farm, never stopping until everything is just right.
I sit in awe at what we’ve accomplished, though there’s still so much to do. More than anything, I’m grateful for everyone’s encouraging words and support. Cypress was always meant to bring together friends who hadn’t yet met and families who would never outgrow its charm.
Amanda Urban, Cypress Resort & Marine
