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The old Edisto Beach Fishing Pier 1950s – a Collage

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Grace. A Poem by Jake Adam York.

Grace Because my grandmother made me the breakfast her mother made her, when I crack the eggs, pat the butter on the toast, and remember the bacon to cast iron, to fork, to plate, to tongue, my great grandmother moves

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Homecoming in the Lowcountry

One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. – Gaston Bachelard Today’s post is a re-post of a piece I wrote a year ago. This week I am re-reading those days of

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Dancin’ the Charleston in a Jazz-y town

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” — Rumi The Charleston is the dance we proudly acclaim as our

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The William Seabrook House, Edisto Island

Designed, tradition says, by James Hoban, who was architect of The White House, the William Seabrook house is a view into the age of Edisto’s Sea Island Cotton days. General Lafayette visited for a feast and the fascinating and beautiful

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The Dignity of the Slave Cabin

“People without power are not without nobility.” – novelist, Ralph Ellison Slave Streets. Small one room houses were built in rows, as quarters for slaves on plantations in the Carolinas. They were most likely of wood, with a fireplace for

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Rooted in the Lowcountry

“The setting is enchanting enough to charm cobras out of baskets.”  – Pat Conroy Is it the languidity?  Or the lack of straight lines? Perhaps it is the hanging moss, the massive twisting tree trunks, the winding creeks. The birdsong.

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The Gift. Edisto Beach 1931

“When oonuh dey yuh, oonuh dey home”—When you are here, you are home. – Gullah saying This is a story about a gift. The year was 1931 when a newly married young couple from Sumpter set off on their honeymoon.

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Home by another way. One Woman’s Journey

One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. – Gaston Bachelard Aren’t we all looking for home? For that one place that wraps us up in familiarity and nurture, a place that

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Historical Diaries. Journals. Morning Pages.

Diaries. Morning Pages. Journals. Ever since I read Julia Cameron’s book, Vein of Gold, I am a convert to her system of writing ‘morning pages’. She recommends writing three pages, first thing in the morning, by hand. Her theory is

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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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