“What we can know with any confidence derives from the experience of the senses.” – John Locke (1632-1704) from “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding” I am an artist, not a formal historian, philosopher, or genealogist. My take on the world…
“What we can know with any confidence derives from the experience of the senses.” – John Locke (1632-1704) from “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding” I am an artist, not a formal historian, philosopher, or genealogist. My take on the world…
Historian Doug Bostick spoke about the McLeod Plantation at the meeting of the Town of James Island’s History and Preservation Committee on March 9, 2010 at 8:10 pm. The meeting was held at the Town Hall Offices, located at 1238 B Camp Road, James Island, South Carolina. The following text was taken directly from the minutes: There are 99 known graves on the McLeod property, and other headstones in the Woodland area, and some…
Preserving the history of this culture, so rich in song and spirit is important. Today’s post is a request for action. Kindly log on to Washington Watch and say “Yes, funding this is important.” For more visit the pages at…
“The pride which the cassique of Kiawah took in his harbor and his country was responsible for the settling there of the first English colony in South Carolina. The same pardonable pride is still characteristic of the inhabitants….” – Alexander…
The following “Legend” was found in a little red book by E.C. McCants (Dr. Elliot Crayton McCants, PhD 1865-1953) called History Stories and Legends of South Carolina, 1927, The Southern Publishing Co. Dallas, Texas. The book was brought to me…
The “Wolf Moon” in her brightest fullest self arrives at midnight tonight. Named by Native Americans, I understand. I hear my own hungry wolves in the depths of winter. On Edisto Island, where the vast sky is uninterrupted by street…
Letters are among the most significant memorial a person can leave behind them. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Briefly, in the dreams of the early South Carolina colony, a perfect little island south of Charleston, was picked by the Lords Proprietors,…
It’s not a dirt row-ud now. It’s what an Edisto islander once called one of those newly paved main roads. In dialect so distinctive of the sea islands, Point of Pines Road would have been called a “rock row-ud” once…
“Red bird came…firing up the landscape…as nothing else could.” A poet friend sent me a book this week called Red Bird. It is a book of delectable poems by Mary Oliver, who also lives by the sea. On Edisto Island,…
Charleston Through an Artist's eye 