Thursday, March 23, 2017

Old Sheldon Church Ruins



Hey y'all! Sorry I'm so late getting this posted, but I think you'll find it worth it. It's no secret that I love old churches. I wish they all could be rebuilt to their former glory, but with some that is just not possible, nor practical. Thank goodness there are still some standing, for those of us who love them so much, to enjoy. I heard about the Sheldon Church ruins a couple of years ago and have just been waiting for the opportunity to go see her and capture her beauty through the lens of my camera. On Cliff's trip to Port Royal a couple of weekends ago, I finally had the opportunity to do so.


The history behind the Old Sheldon Church ruins is this..... Originally named Church of Prince William's Parish. It was primarily paid for by Lt. Gov. William Bull I, who is buried there.  Bull's grave is pictured, here, under the archway. It was often called Sheldon Church after his plantation. It was built between 1745-1755 and then partially burned by the British Army in 1779 during the American Revolution. The church's interior and roof were rebuilt in 1826. Then along came The Federal Army in 1865 and burned it again......the reason it is now called Old Sheldon Church Ruins.


I stood in awe of this majestic church, trying to imagine her congregation all those years ago. The vision of the builders blew my mind. This grand church was built in the middle of now where, basically. I can just see, in my mind's eye, the horse and buggies pulling through the gates and the church people walking through the grand doors to find their pew.....happy to be there to worship.



The church grounds are beautiful, also. Stately Oaks and Dogwoods grace the grounds and give it that truly southern ambience.

If you would like to visit this gorgeous piece of history, she is located near the small town of Yemassee and Beaufort, SC. I'm sure you will love it as much as I do.


Laurie

Monday, March 13, 2017

Biathlon in Port Royal


Cliff had a biathlon in Port Royal, Saturday. This race was a kayak and running event. As usual, I don't give his race reports....I leave that to him. I do like to share the pictures, though. 

The kayak race took place in the Harbor River. Just across the river was the infamous Parris Island Marine Corp base. The running portion took place through the quaint little town of Port Royal. This area of the state is richly steeped in history. Wars, including the Revolutionary and Civil Wars had a big influence in the area. 

Saturday, however, the only war here was taking place in kayaks and on foot. It was a beautiful sunny day. Cliff did well and I loved all the photo ops. I'm only going to include a few in this post. 

I'll share some gorgeous shots of an old church later in the week. Check back, you won't want to miss them. 

The local ROTC group was there to help unload the kayaks. 
They lined them up just so.

Closer to race time, the ROTC helped the participants 
get the kayaks to the water's edge.


Of course, some are more independent than others. HaHa!! 
Yes, that would be the definition of Cliff. Really, though, 
his kayak weighs all of 25 lbs. He didn't need help.


 All lined up and ready to go.....

And, they are off.

 Cliff finishing the 6-mile kayak portion in an hour.

And then, he was on the run.


Just under four miles and extra physical challenges (at different stations, the runners had to do things like push-ups, burpees, running to the top of a wooden tower.....to name a few) and about forty-five minutes later, he crossed the finish line.

So, while Cliff was doing his thing, I did mine. Photographing the wildlife. We see these birds at the beach all the time, but for the life of me, 
I don't know what you call them.

The seagulls were plentiful.








They didn't even mind posing.

Be Back Later,
Laurie

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Baby Tears Experiment

 Baby Tears....


She is growing so well. Her tender little branches, if you call them that, are getting so long. Because I love this little plant so much, a few weeks ago I decided to conduct an experiment to see if I could root a piece in water. Here she is in a wee little vase, all of about three or so inches tall. Living and yes, rooting...hopefully. 


Weeks later.....and I mean it took weeks, but she started sprouting little fine hairs and then larger roots. 
 


And now, here she is....rooted, planted and doing well. Living life on the corner of my desk. The experiment was a success! 

😊😊😊😊

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Martha Lou's


I love to read and just recently read The Hurricane Sisters by Dorothea Benton Frank. All of her books are good and I think you would love this one. Now, this is not a book review, but I just had to tell you a little bit about it. It was a very good read and an interesting lunch came out of it. Oh, you must know that Dorothea writes about Charleston and Sullivan's Island, South Carolina, where she grew up.

In the beginning of the story, Liz, Maisie's daughter, is bailing 80-year-old Maisie out of jail for walking a llama down Hwy 17. Maisie was arrested for animal cruelty, endangerment, and reckless behavior, even though she had the llama on a leash. The police put the llama in the dog catcher's pen and now Liz and her husband have to go get the caretaker from the farm because the llama is spitting on everyone.

I laughed out loud, when I read that page. It hooked me and I couldn't put the book down. The interesting lunch came about because in the book, Liz meets a friend for lunch at a restaurant in Charleston, SC called Martha Lou's.

This is what Liz said about Martha Lou's ......"Martha Lou's was one of those places you'd only know about if you were from Charleston or if a local took you there. The location was in, how do we say this diplomatically, a reemerging neighborhood. The building was as pink as a bottle of Pepto-Bismol featuring a sort of fabulous fish mural on the exterior wall, and the interior decor was a little to the left of chic. That said, you'd never put a better piece of fried chicken in your mouth. It was authentic, down-home, southern flare with no highfalutin nonsense."

Well, I had to know if this restaurant was real, so I googled it. Lo and behold, it was. And the picture on the website was just as Dorothea and Liz described it in The Hurricane Sisters. That meant one thing....I had to go. I told Cliff about it and the next thing I know, he planned a meeting with a friend from Charleston and we headed down for lunch, yesterday.

Liz mentioned that Debra, Martha Lou's daughter, was their waitress. So, I had to assume Debra was real, also. Sure enough, Debra IS Martha Lou's daughter and works at the restaurant, too.

I took my copy of The Hurricane Sisters hoping to get an autograph from Martha Lou. Unfortunately, she was not there yesterday during our lunch, but Debra was and she was delighted to sign my copy of the book.

What a fun adventure!


 Martha Lou's Restaurant

 This is Martha Lou. 
I took a picture of a framed photo in the restaurant. 

And, this is Debra. She was a hoot.

She was delighted to sign my copy of The Hurricane Sisters. 

As best as I can make out, it says....
"Debra Wally, much love to ya."

If you want to know more about this Southern soul food kitchen, go to marthalouskitchen.com. Or, if you're ever in Charleston, you'll have to stop by for lunch. I had the fried chicken and it was as good as I have ever had....so were the collards, corn bread and macaroni and cheese. 

Of course Cliff had a little to say....

Cliff said, "I want to order a round of chitterlings for everyone". 

Debra said, "I'm so sorry, we don't have any today. I have some in a bucket out back that I need to clean, but it could take 45 minutes to 2 hours and I just don't have time right now to clean them."
  
In my mind, I said, "Thank God, because ewwwww! I will never eat those."

Later,
Laurie

Monday, February 20, 2017

The Potential



True leaves beginning to emerge....just in time to set out in the 
garden in a couple of weeks. 

Oh, the potential!

Monday, February 13, 2017

She Turned Thirteen

There was joy, there was happiness, 
there were a few tears on the day she was born.

There was joy, there was happiness, 
there were a few tears the day she turned thirteen.

Happy Birthday, Lidia!
February 10