Hey Honey! Oh do stay!

img_5206“Oh, Hey, Honey! Oh, do stay!” – about hospitality… in honor of my 87 year old mother, Charlotte Hutson Martin Hawthorne who still keeps the guest room ready. For her, on Mother’s Day.

My mama’s smooth black walnut four poster ‘teestah’ bed, handmade by a furniture maker in Lincolnton, North Carolina she says, and bought for her by my daddy only when my great Aunt Pances told him to, graces the guest room. This is the revered family furniture, with matching queen Anne highboy and lowboy, and turned, tall bedposts with fat round bands like matching 70’s bangled bracelets on upward arms.

The symbol of hospitality, the pineapple, graces doorways, and gateposts in the American South. Down by the water in Charleston, at Waterfront Park, a short walk from the Waterfront Park Pier, formerly called Adger’s Wharf, Charleston’s Pineapple Fountain represents the welcoming hospitality for which Charleston is well known. People in the South are amazingly thoughtful in traffic, and hand written thank you notes still exist. Even America’s most-published etiquette expert, Marjabelle Young Stewart, recognized the city in 1995 as the “best-mannered” city in the United States, a claim lent credibility by the fact that it has the first established ‘Livability Court’ in the country. The virtues of kindness and courtesy, what mama called having good manners, might really be cultural habits worth saving.

Pineapple Fountain

I’ve just come to understand that this cultural distinction is connected to what the ancestors called “keeping an open house.” The tradition involves having a guest room, and having homemade pimento cheese, ready in the fridge, to offer guests…it’s about hospitality. Not long ago my cousin Mike Hutson, historian extraordinaire, who lives in El Paso, Texas, mailed me a copy of Florie Hutson Heyward’s (1862-1955) memoir. “Aunt Florie” was sister to my great grandmother, Charlotte Hutson Martin, and her story is about their family and the little community of McPhersonville, South Carolina, just after the Civil War. Their mother, Caroline, died at 36, mostly, I think, of a broken heart over the loss of her first born, five year old child, a son, whose name was Trabue. Her death in 1887 left Dr. Thomas Woodward Hutson a widower with five children to raise. He had served as a surgeon in the Civil War, and now he mixed his own medicines and paid house calls to families in the region, struggling to parent these children and to rebuild the little town of McPhersonville, which had been furiously burned to the ground by General Sherman, and which, eventually, he did. Pay for physican’s services then was slight, if at all. Their house was small, with a bedroom for TW as they called Dr. Hutson, and a guestroom. Outside was a little house that had been the kitchen, which was built away from the house, so as to prevent fires. The five children all slept together here now, bathing in a big tub in the center of the room.

It was tradition to keep that guest room available for guests and no Civil War was going to change that. Dr. TW was ‘keeping an open house.’ This was exactly why, when, even in my mother’s small retirement apartment, at age 87, she must defy logic and keep the guestroom fully furnished, as always, instead of making the room the office she really needs instead. It is that remnant, long remembered, of hospitality, just as Blanche Dubois immortalized in Tennessee Williams’ play Streetcar Named Desire. How much she depended on “the kindness of strangers”. It is what a visitor to the South meant, in the 1800’s, when he remarked that there were few ‘taverns’ to stay overnight. One could knock on a door and be considered an honored guest, and be welcomed, and fed, and ushered into a guestroom at most houses along most routes.

Aunt Florie was writing this, her memoir, during the 1940’s and 50’s, and she described then, how “so and so” did or did not “keep an open house.” Now I understand what she means, and what the tradition of having the guestroom symbolizes. Perhaps this tradition, that my mother keeps, might just be one worth saving, in our current state of economic turbulence. Perhaps, instead of insisting someone “call ahead” perhaps we can pay it forward by responding to a knock at our door, with an invitation in, to a tray of pimento cheese sandwiches, for tea, for connection. We all need each other and our gifts of kindness, now, more than ever.

I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.

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8 comments on “Hey Honey! Oh do stay!
  1. Pinkney says:

    I hadn’t thought about it quite this way, but this must be why we have always had a guest room in NY or anywhere else we have been. It’s just the way it’s done. The NY rom is no palace for sure and Edisto’s is going to be sort of make shift, but it is thought of as a guest room – even if it’s where the only televison will be.

    • Thanks for confirming that the guestroom ‘requirement’ is something familiar in your old Edisto family, too. You certainly inherited the hospitality – and cooking – gene in your family! Yum!

  2. THIS is why I want a guest bedroom. Right now, we just use the children’s bedrooms, but one day, I hope to keep the Southern gentility alive and have one beautifully made up, with the set of furniture that is now in my daughter’s room. So THAT’s why you always have pimento cheese in the fridge! I didn’t know there was that thought in the back of your mind. This is wonderful.

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  5. thank you so much for the historical info and tours. had a great time at my destination which has to be on any road trip. wish you well on your gardening project,excellent exercise.don’t forget to use some fish-if only a few plants for experimental purposes.talk to some of the older gardeners. your neighbor will probally know a silt-fence supply place which will most likely have zip ties to secure fence at garden.if your fire ants become to much of a problem,call me and i will give you some good info on product to use.LATER-CALVIN

    • Oh my dear Calvin, that you would find this post about welcome! LOVED having you surprise me by cruising onto my little island to spend the day with me yesterday. What good energy and heart you have, not to mention that of that firey little rolling machine I delightedly enjoyed hopping upon! Hope to see you again soon! Hugs and kisses, Chottie, as my daddy would have called me:)

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Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. I was called to be an artist, and as an old midwife from Alabama said, “If the good Lord wants you to do something, you won’t have no good luck until you do it.”

So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice. I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors.

My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

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