August 2019

P. 8 : A Lowcountry Childhood in the 1940’s
P. 46 : Change Your Latitude
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Notes From The
Publisher
Keep it in the center! A
Jamaican Uber driver told us
saying goodbye. He wasn’t
talking about politics we
surmised, or driving on
the road, or religion. I
thought a moment!
When planning on what
to print in The Breeze
each month just center
won’t do. Now, not
extreme to right or
left, but things that
remind you of the
past, how important
our family is to us. We
might even present a bit of advice in
lifestyle. You will always find stories that you put
yourself or someone you know inside the story. Art, Music,
and Environment are there to read.
Our advertisers have the same philosophy. They want to be
known by people that read or even let the graphics tell the
story. They know they are helping to support so many nonprofits,
the performing arts, the and more, aligning with a
publication that supports everyone.
Last week after helping out at the Dixie Boys Ozone League
state tournament game held at Oscar Frazier Park, four
coaches were hanging out at The Promenade while waiting
on the boys and their folks to eat. “Where are you guys
from?” I inquired while passing by. “Union South Carolina”
was the response. “Where the heck is Union South Carolina”
I inquired again. “Upstate” was the response again. Well, let
me tell you, after shaking hands and talking a bit I learned
that they were doing what they were doing to teach young
boys life lessons about winning and losing, sportsmanship,
controlling their emotions in good times and bad…life skills
that they will take with them…not how to hit a home run.
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the
forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values.
Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately
it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who
reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what
hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check
out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to
help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain,
those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear
reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that
Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would
tell us some things about those monsters we call no-seeems,
and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change
our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without
growing up! Do it.
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where you shop and eat, that they should be in The Breeze.
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CONTENTS
AUGUST 2019, VOLUME 17, NO. 8
FEATURES
08 A Lowcountry Childhood
in the 1940’s
14 Seasonal Savages
20 Teens Live in a Different
Time Zone Biologically
22 The Orator
28 Dreams Come True
A Low Country Childhood in the 1940’s
32 A Lowcountry Backyard
Restaurant
38 Seasons Change
44 Feeling Good Turns into
Looking Good
46 Change Your Latitude
Dreams Come True
DEPARTMENTS
08 History
14 Environment
16 August Tides
2o Lifestyles
26 Your Corner
34 Restaurant Guide
36 Over the Bridges
42 Golf Guide
46 Architecture
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HISTORY
A Lowcountry Childhood
in the 1940’s
By John Samuel Graves, III
Once upon a time my brothers and I began
our life adventures in the Lowcountry in the
early 1940’s. How did it happen? What was
it that brought my mother, Florence Rubert,
the daughter of a New York Yankee, and my
father, John Samuel Graves, Jr., a country
boy from Bluffton, South Carolina, together?
What indeed! My mother had been very
happy as a child living part of each year on
Palmetto Bluff, and had come to know many
of the Bluffton people. Some have said that
she returned to Bluffton in her early twenties
after a failed romance in New York – hoping
to recapture some of her Palmetto Bluff
childhood happiness. I will never know all the
facts.
My parents were
married in 1939.
My mother was
twenty three.
Since there were
no hospitals in
Bluffton in 1941,
my mother
was taken to
Savannah’s
Telfair Hospital
for Women for
our births. I was
born there in
John Graves as a young boy
December of that year. I was given my father’s
name. There have been six generations with
the name of John Samuel Graves. My younger
brother was born there several years later.
We lived in Bluffton in The Guilford House on
Boundary Street (my father’s grandparents’
house). Our grandparents, John Samuel
Graves, Sr. and Cora Jane Guilford Graves,
lived in The Graves House on Calhoun Street.
The two lots touched at the corners and there
was a path between the two houses. Over
the years we often wandered over to “Papa”
and grandma’s house. There we would
explore “doodle bugs” and such beneath
their house, or play on their expansive front
and side porches. Occasionally, we would
sneak up into their huge attic to play with an
assortment of giant ride-on toy trains. We
were not supposed to be up there because
we might poke a hole in the ceiling and hurt
ourselves. Sometimes we would hide in the
closet under the attic stairs. We thought we
were unobserved.
When we were old enough to put skates
8John Graves and his younger brother in Bluffton 1947

on we actually skated on the porch! And
sometimes inside our grandparents’ house!
(My grandparents were very tolerant and
understanding.) They always had a double
swing hanging on the porch and I can
remember swinging with my grandmother.
Once, my younger brother was swinging
wildly with her, and they were tossed to
the floor when the swing came unbolted
from the ceiling and suddenly fell. She
laughed and laughed. She was a very loving
and supportive person, always smiling and
laughing, always delivering encouraging
words in challenging situations. We all
loved her terribly. Every time we showed
up at her house she always presented that
loving, supporting side. If we ever had some
serious problem she would help us find
our way through it. She and Luke Peeples’
mother were sisters.
We loved to go over to our grandparents’
house and join them for breakfast, dinner
or supper. Sometimes grandma fixed
waffles for us in her iron waffle pan on her
wood stove. I also remember especially
butter beans, fried chicken and sometimes
crab cakes. She made real crab cakes
with little or no fillers. We also sometimes
had fried or mull down oysters from my
father’s factory. We did not fully know or
appreciate then how lucky we were to have
living grandparents right next door. And,
of course, at that age we were not aware
that the house we lived in had been our
grandmother Graves’ parents’ house. (For
more about my parents and grandparents
please read my earlier Breeze articles,
especially A Short History of Palmetto Bluff,
Parts I and II; Boll Weevils and Oysters and A
Story of Two Houses. Those stories and other
articles about the history of the Graves and
Guilford families in Bluffton can be found
on my website, graveshouse.org.)
As a child I didn’t know much about my
Guilford forebears, especially that my great
granddad, George Sewell Guilford, had
been the mayor of Bluffton many times.
I also didn’t know that he had built both
the Graves House and the Guilford House
himself, or that he had personally built the
Methodist church’s steeple and bell tower.
(It was destroyed by hurricane in the year
before I was born.) And I didn’t know until
recently that he had been instrumental in
John Graves and his younger brother, the intrepid tricylists in 1946
establishing Bluffton’s Methodist Church on their present site.
(Read my articles, The Accidents of Birth and The Ties That Bind,
and Bluffton’s Fateful Election of 1903, and my Almost Forgotten
History of Bluffton’s Methodist Church on graveshouse.org.)
Our earliest years in Bluffton were spent playing around and
exploring the three or four blocks in Old Town Bluffton where
we lived. Almost all of the streets were made of crushed oyster
shell. We were a plucky and intrepid lot and “took to the road”
daily on tricycles or on our bare feet, sometimes traveling as far
as The Church of the Cross at the end of Calhoun Street where
we had been baptized. (We were not allowed down on the dock
in those early years.) We also traveled across Boundary street to
visit Tommy Heyward and his sisters at their home, now called
the Pine House. Other playmates included Hanky Cram and our
first cousins, Beverly and “Sister” Getsinger. Johnny and Billy
Cantrell lived right next door and we often played with them.
(Their parents brought the telephone to Bluffton.) Years later,
Billy, while riding his bike, was hit by a car and killed. The incident
was one of our first encounters with death – puzzling, confusing
and sorrowful.
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We used to go
to Fripp’s Store
(now gone) on the
corner of Calhoun
and Bridge Streets
and buy a coke
(in the bottle), a
3 dip ice cream
cone and several
large cookies for 25
cents. Our father’s
first cousin, Luke
Peeples, lived less
than two blocks
from our house and
we went there often
to play around his
gold fish pond,
explore the cove
behind his house,
or listen to him
play his piano and
tell us some of the
stories behind his
compositions. We
called him “Uncle
Luke.” Over the
years he became a very powerful influence in my life. It was largely from him and my mother that I gained my
lifelong interest in music and literature. For a short while I took piano instruction from him and years after he
died I edited his musical compositions. (I have a degree in music composition and theory. See more information
about Luke and his music on my website, astarfell.com.)
Our little world presented may attractions and temptations. Our father had a very large grape arbor in the back
yard. We used to climb up into it and eat grapes and secretly hide there. We thought that the “grown ups” didn’t
know we were up there. Another of our favorite activities was making weapons from palmetto stalks: bows and
arrows, swords, knives, etc. The wood was soft and easy to carve handles on. The fronds made excellent roof
and wall covers for hide-a-ways and forts. We did not then realize that we were honing our skills for survival
in the adult world, that we would someday
have to become self-sufficient, self-reliant,
competent, and prepared for self-defense.
Such experiences would come in handy as
we moved into adulthood. Much of what
we later accomplish or become starts
with these simple childhood acts – and, of
course, luck.
Other activities included going down with
our Dad to his Bluffton and Trimbleston
oyster factories where we had our first
encounters with the magical May river and
Saw Mill Creek and all the strange creatures
in and around them, especially oysters,
shrimp and crabs. Trimbleston also had
some of the biggest rattlesnakes ever! My
father once killed one that was nearly six
feet long and as big around as a man’s arm.
Church of the Cross choir with Florence Graves, Naomi McCracken, Olive Pinckney, & others
The Oyster Plant shuckers

These trips also introduced us to the miracle
of boats, especially shrimp boats and oyster
batteaux. I was fascinated with how they
built those flat bottomed boats, and how
they bent the side walls. I was intrigued with
all things to do with building. My interest in
construction and how things went together
has followed me all my life – into carpentry
and home design, into music composition
and into writing. Our trips to Trimbleston
were wonderful adventures into mystery
and beauty. Saw Mill Creek was utterly
isolated and pristine in those days.
My brothers and I were filled with the
desire for adventure and exploration as
most children are. Sometimes I’m sure we
thought we were masters of our world. In
my early years I often felt that I could turn my
days on and off with the click of my fingers.
Hanky Cram, Tommy Heyward, John S. Graves. III
I try not to see things through rose colored glasses, but in a very real sense I lived out my earliest years in a
magical time and place, surrounded by aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents, often living within just
a few blocks of my home. My grandfather Graves had been mayor and some of his brothers or cousins were
often the town constable. I felt firmly situated within my tribe, safe from the threats of the outside world, free
to roam my little restricted domain without supervision, free to ride forth and experience life on a daily basis
without fear. Those days of adventure and wonder are gone now, but not forgotten. Experiencing Bluffton’s
original square mile as a young child has marked me as one of Bluffton’s own forever, and drives me to this day
in my actions, aspirations and achievements.
Uncle Woody Graves on his boat
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ENVIRONMNET
SEASONAL SAVAGES
By: Amber Hester Kuehn, MS Marine Biology
When the temperature is just right, the most
vicious of all insects comes out to feast…
THE GNAT
Gnat is a very broad term. There are over 4,000
species of “gnat”, and over 1,000 species within
the genus, Culicoides. Culicoides furens is likely
the species that we experience in our area. In
general, gnats are referred to as biting midges in
the scientific community. Some people call them
“No-see-ums”, but you would have to be blind not
to see them swarming…up your nose and in your
mouth, dive bombing your eye balls, entering your
ear canal, attacking your scalp...and so forth. Adults
are less than 1/8 inch and the species are identified
by the pattern created by dense hairs on their wings.
THE SWARM
Gnats travel in swarms, typically at dusk or dawn,
near moist areas. The males follow the females
to her blood meal (that’s you) and annoy while
waiting on the female to feed. Only the female
“bites”. They mate directly after she has taken
the blood protein meal that she needs for the
maturation of her fertilized eggs. Mammals are
the preferred source, but reptiles and amphibians
also work in a pinch. Our biting midges will lay
approximately 100 eggs at once, hatching between
two and ten days, followed by the larval stage
lasting anywhere from two weeks to one year
depending on environmental conditions. Pupal
stage is only a couple of days. The winged adult
swarm will only live for a few weeks…but the next
generation will emerge, and we will experience
them all season. I think it is safe to say that we have
already encountered the first generation in 2015.
THE BITE
Gnats do not puncture the skin and suck blood
like a mosquito. The female tears the skin with
razor sharp mouth parts and injects a chemical
that inhibits blood clotting. Then she ingests
the blood from the wound. On the bright side,
gnats do not transmit disease to humans.
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DID YOU KNOW?
A gnat cannot fly over sixteen feet high.
Female gnats do not leave a one mile radius of their
birthplace.
Male gnats do not have biting mouthparts at all.
Gnats feed on plant sap and nectar.
A gnat cues in on the carbon dioxide in your breath, your
sheer mass, perspiration, and possibly the color of clothing
that you wear. Apparently white is NOT preferred by gnats.
When you spray yourself for gnats, you are not repelling
them, you are simply masking your smell. Deet works,
but I suggest the less harsh “No Natz” product, created in
Georgia. Although nothing is completely effective, this one
works best for me.
GOOD LUCK
Mission impossible. Welcome to the Lowcountry. My advice?
Find a screened porch and a fan. If your job requires you to
be near a dock, I feel your pain.
Capt. Amber
THE PURPOSE
Larval gnats develop in the sandy soil of the coastal
plains near moist areas such as lakes, swamps,
and mudflats, and consume rotting organic plant
matter. Yes… they clean dirt on a microscopic level.
They can develop on the edge of the marsh mud flat
that is moist, but not completely submerged. They
must remain within a few inches of air interface.
Apparently, they are not picky when it comes to
salt water vs freshwater. They are also happy to
inhabit any sort of poop as long as it stays moist for
at least a couple of weeks. They can even develop
in moist tree bark, but will not develop without
moisture and air. The good news is that they cannot
develop inside of a host…eat all the gnats you
want, they will not come back to haunt you. Adult
gnats are a food source for swallows, lizards, and
spiders. So if you are going to get mad at nature,
ask yourself “Where in the “*#$^” are all of the
birds and lizards! And leave the spider webs alone.
{INSET} Gnats live and breed in the coastal
plain between the Atlantic Ocean and the
Piedmont region from Virginia to northern
Florida. As I’m sure you know, this sandy soil was
covered by ocean millions of years ago. Some
call this ancient shoreline the “Deep South”.
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LIFESTYLES
OF THE 2019 SEA TU
Teens Live in a Different Time Zone Biologically
So How Can Parents Help?
By Kimberly Blaker
Teen sleep habits are an ongoing frustration and battle for
countless parents. Many teens stay up into the wee hours of
the night. Then they struggle to wake up during the week
for school and sleep through the day on weekends.
But sleep is crucial to adolescents’ well being. School-age
kids between ages 6 and 13 need nine to eleven hours of
sleep per night, according to the National Sleep Foundation.
Teens, from ages 14 to 17, need eight to ten hours. Yet,
studies find only a small percentage of teens are getting the
necessary sleep.
The problem, as experts point out, is that during puberty,
teens’ circadian rhythm shifts. In earlier childhood, kids
begin feeling sleepy around 8:00 or 9:00 p.m. But during
adolescence, sleepiness doesn’t set in until around 10:00 or
11:00 p.m. This is called ‘sleep phase delay’ and is likely
caused by a delay in the release of the body’s melatonin.
Sleep phase delay, however, isn’t the only reason teens don’t
get enough sleep. Increased demands on their time, ranging
from additional household responsibilities and homework
to extracurricular activities, socializing with friends, and
media use also contribute to teens’ shortage of sleep.
So what’s a parent to do? In a perfect world, all high schools
would adjust the school day to begin and end at least an
hour or so later each day. This would make it easier for
teens to get the sleep they need and would benefit students
significantly.
To exemplify this, Kyla L. Wahlstrom et. al. conducted a
3-year study of 9,000 students. The study, reported in
“Examining the Impact of Later High School Start Times
on the Health and Academic Performance of High School
Students: A Multi-Site Study,” found in high schools that
start the day at 8:30 a.m. or later students reap several
benefits.
First, 60% of the students were able to get at least eight hours
of sleep per night during the school week. Those gaining the
extra rest also had lower rates of depression and caffeine use
and were at lower risk for substance use. These students had
better academic performance and achievement test scores
as well and a reduction in tardiness. Also, in communities
where schools shifted the start time to 8:55 a.m., teen traffic
accidents were significantly reduced.
If you’d like to see later start times implemented at your
teen’s school, talk to other parents in your district about
the teen sleep dilemma and share with them the benefits
of later school hours. Then create a concerted effort to take
the issue up with the school board. Keep in mind, this is a
longer-term solution that won’t likely be implemented until
at least the following school year. But once implemented,
it’ll improve your teen’s chance for success in future years
and pave the way for other kids who will soon be entering
high school.
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RTLE NESTING SEASON
Tips to help your teen get enough sleep
Fortunately, there are several things you can do right now
to help ensure your teens get the sleep they need.
Set a regular bedtime routine. Teens should go to bed
and wake up at roughly the same time each day. It can also
be helpful to allow your teen to sleep in a little later on the
weekends to catch up a bit. But don’t let your adolescent
sleep in too late. Otherwise, your teen will likely stay up
later as well. This makes it difficult to fall into an early
bedtime routine during the week.
Remove media from bedrooms. Televisions, computers,
music, and cell phones serve as distractions to keep kids
awake late into the night. Have your teen remove all media
from the bedroom before bedtime. If your teen uses a
phone alarm, replace it with an alarm clock.
Restrict caffeine. Soda, coffee, and energy drinks late in
the evening impede sleep. Set a curfew of at least two to
three hours before bedtime for drinking these beverages.
Keep the bedroom cool. Being too warm at night
interrupts sleep. Set the thermostat to 3 degrees cooler at
night than during the daytime. Just make sure your teen
has plenty of blankets to maintain comfort.
Eat some carbs before bed. Have your teen eat a light,
high carbohydrate snack before bedtime. Fruit and white
grains are generally high in carbohydrates. Just make sure
your teen doesn’t overdo it since feeling stuffed can also
make it difficult to fall asleep.
Practice relaxation. Have your teen start winding down
30 to 60 minutes before bedtime. Your teen should do
something relaxing, such as read, listen to calm music, or
watch a light TV show. Better yet, see if you can get your
teen to practice meditation or yoga.
Restrict work hours. Teen jobs often require working
the late shift. So during the school year, restrict the hours
your teens can work both on weeknights and weekends so
they can get their z’s.
Take a hot bath. This is a good way for your teen to relax
before bed. It can also provide your adolescent an extra 20
minutes of sleep in the mornings by getting the bath or
shower out of the way the night before.
Seek medical advice. If you’ve tried everything and your
teen still isn’t getting enough sleep or feels sleepy during
the day, talk to your doctor. Several sleep disturbances
such as insomnia, sleep apnea, or a sleep movement
disorder can contribute to the problem. Certain mental
health conditions, such as ADHD, depression, and
bipolar disorder, can also lead to sleep James disturbances.
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The Orator
By: Andrew Peeples
With permission from his Daugher
Mildred Peeples Pemberton
The formula for this story is quite simple. Just put one
funeral oration, one gasoline water pump, and one
electric generating motor together for 10 minutes. The
result will be either a tragedy or a comedy, depending on
how you look at it.
The day I tried it I had no intention of getting everybody
excited. I chose the most private place I could think
of — the engine room in one end of our barn. It was a
windowless room with only one door and it was closed.
To explain why I was conducting an experiment, I must
go back to certain events that led up to that memorable
occasion. I say memorable because the hullabaloo it
brought forth almost threw me into a case of shock.
Right here it should be noted that I wasn’t the sort of boy
who steps out of his cradle, announces that he is going
to be a lawyer, doctor, or dog catcher, and starts right
off toward his life’s ambition. I was the sort who has
to grope around for years, feeling his way along, until
finally, through trial and error, he gets a clear vision of
what he is supposed to do in life.
One day I looked into the mirror and took stock of my
qualifications. My hair was sadly in need of scissors. My
eyes were set far back in my head and misty bright. My
face was thin and my skin had the sickly pallor of a dying
ghost.
Andrew Peeples
“Surely,” I said to myself, “you’re a born poet.” I got a
pencil and a piece of paper and went down into the
cove back of the barn. There, in the quiet seclusion of a
scuppernong vine, I waited for the heavenly muse. While
waiting, I munched a few grapes.
A mockingbird sang in a dogwood tree. Silvery minnows
flashed in the stream below. A bullfrog sat and winked
on the opposite bank. The setting was perfect for an
immortal poem. But the only inspiration I felt was for
more grapes.
I decided to try a new locale. I got up and took a walk.
I walked until I was in the beautiful woods back of the
Martin Home on the river front. I paused to sit down
and rest in the shade of an old oak. Almost instantly the
muse was there pushing my pencil. The following words
fairly flowed on to the paper held in my lap.
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Peeples Home on Calhoun Street
Peeples Store on Calhoun Street
James Madison Inn

Calhoun Street
Tails tell a Tale
MARTIN’S OAK
Across the cove in Martin’s wood
An anciente oak renowned
A thousand years or more has stood
The noblest all around.
Through all the years no wind or storm
nor lightning’s fearful stroke
Has ever wrought a mortal harm
Against the giant oak.
Upon its limbs so wide and strong
Gay squirrels chase and play
And happy birds with joyful song
Praise the glorious day.
For this old tree by God was made
A haven from despair
And all who seek its sacred shade
Will find sweet solace there.
So may in each succeeding year
God find it in His will
To add another thousand here
And yet another still!
I got up and walked home on a cloud. I was, without
question, a great poet. I would have to let my hair grow
down to my shoulders. I would have to live without
food or water. Inspiration would appease my hunger.
Adoration would quench my thirst. I would have to speak
to my father about setting me up in an ivory tower.
When I entered the yard, I saw my brother Mark burning
trash behind the store. I went to him and showed him
my poem. He read it. He read it several times. Then he
handed it back to me.
“Don’t show it to anyone else,” he whispered
confidentially. “Just go to your room and get your things.
I’ll take you. It’s a long way up there, but I’ll take you. Just
promise you’ll go quietly.”
“Go where?” I asked.
“To the asylum, you nut!” he shouted.
Thus ended my career as a poet. But it didn’t keep me
down for long. I knew the Lord had something on earth
for me to do. I had to find it. One day I was reading a book
about old Demosthenes. It told all about how he became
a great orator. It said he could sway a city with his tongue.
But as a boy he had to overcome an impediment in his
speech. He would go down to the seashore and practice.
He would put pebbles under his tongue and talk above
the roar of the waves.
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“Bluffton Boy” learns to his sorrow that his idol has feet
of clay.
Artist unknown: Editor surmises Andrew or Luke
Peeples. Image printed with the story.
I saved every penny, nickel and dime I could get my
hands on. I accumulated three dollars and ordered the
book, requesting that it please be sent by return mail.
It came in about three weeks. I took it to my room and
examined it carefully. I selected the famous oration at
the grave of a child as best suited to my purpose. It was
a real tear-jerker and wasn’t too long. I sat up all night
memorizing it. The next morning before I left my room,
I hid the book under my mattress. I didn’t want to share
it with anyone until I had tried out a certain experiment.
Suddenly I realized that my talent was in my mouth. I
didn’t even have an impediment. All I had to do was
open my lips and talk. With a little practice down on the
beach, I would be a second Demosthenes in no time.
My mother was delighted to learn that I was going to be
an orator .She had visions of another Dwight L. Moody or
Charles Spurgeon. “You’ll make a wonderful preacher,”
she said. She presented me with a new Bible and a copy
of Pilgrim’s Progress.
Pilgrim’s Progress was too slow for me. I wanted
something with fire in it, like Patrick Henry’s “Give me
liberty, or give me death!”
I hunted around in the Bible. I found John the Baptist.
There was a man after my own heart. He could turn
words into weapons that put his enemies to flight. “O
generation of vipers, who warned you to flee from the
wrath to come?” was something I could really shout
across the river. I memorized that famous passage and
headed for the beach. I preached to great throngs of
fiddlers. I preached to marsh hens and sandpipers. I even
preached to an old poor-Joe. But he couldn’t take it. He
rose from the mud with a vulgar rasping in his throat and
flapped himself as far away as he could go.
Then one day I read an advertisement in a magazine.
A copy of orations by Robert Ingersoll could be had for
three dollars cash. The orations, the ad said, were so
beautiful people couldn’t read them without shedding
tears.
All morning while working at the yard chores assigned
to me, I kept repeating the oration over and over in my
mind. I repeated it at the woodpile. I repeated it in the
stable while milking Daisy. By the time I was ready to
go to the engine room for my duties there, I knew every
word perfectly. I was ready for the great experiment. For
the first time, I was going to deliver a great oration.
One of my chores was to run the gasoline water pump
every day to fill our 600-gallon storage tank. It was a
one-cylinder Fairbanks-Morse engine that had replaced
the hydraulic ram. It was noisy, but it could fill the tank
in about 10 minutes.
Keeping the storage batteries in the engine room
charged was another chore of mine. There was no
public electric service in Bluffton. We operated our own
generator. It was installed right next to the water pump.
So every morning while the pump engine was running,
I would start the motor and charge the batteries at the
same time, killing two birds, as it were, with one stone.
I turned on the light hanging from the ceiling in the
engine room. I closed the rolling-door. Then I cranked
the engine and got it running smoothly. Then I started
the generator.
I moved to the rear of the room, as far from the door
as I could get. With the noisy putt-putt of the gasoline
engine, and the roaring whir of the motor, I felt that my
voice would never be heard beyond the door, no matter
how loud I shouted.
I imagined a baby’s coffin at my feet, waiting to be
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lowered into an open grave. A minister was standing
beside me. The deceased child’s parents were seated
directly in front of me. Scores of relatives and friends
were standing around the grave. All eyes were focused
on me, the great orator, as I began to speak.
“My Friends: I know how vain it is to gild a grief with
words, and yet I wish to take from every grave its fear.”
I paused and smiled tenderly at the bereaved mother.
Here in this world, where life and death are equal kings,
all should be brave enough to meet what all the dead
have met.” I saw a sea of heads nodding approval.
“The future has been filled with fear, stained and
polluted by the heartless past and from the wondrous
tree of life, buds and blossoms fall with ripened fruit, and
in the common bed of earth, patriarchs and babes sleep
side by side.”
The nods were repeated. I began to warm up. “Why do
we fear that which will come to all that is and is to be? We
cannot tell, we do not know, that the grave is the end of
this life, or the door of another, or that the night here is
not somewhere else a dawn. Neither can we tell which is
the more fortunate: the child dying in its mother’s arms
before its lips have learned to form a word, or he who
journeys all the length of life’s uneven road, painfully
taking the last slow steps with staff and crutch.”
Tears filled every eye. Mouths were expectantly open,
waiting for more. I looked down at the little grave.
Compassion was in my eyes. “Every cradle asks us,
whence? And every coffin Whither? The poor barbarian
weeping above his dead can answer these questions just
as well as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.”
Amens rippled through the crowd. I lifted my eyes. I
began to shout, defiantly.
had been helping him in the store, and about a dozen
customers who had followed them into the back yard.
They were staring at me with mingled pity and alarm. It
was obvious that they all thought I was a raving maniac.
My father cut the engines off. Then put his arm around
my shoulder and gently led me toward the house.
“I know you’re all right, son,” he said. “But I think you
had better lie down and keep quiet a while.”
My mother and Liddy, our colored cook, were standing
at the foot of the kitchen steps. “You poor boy,” my
mother said, putting her arm around my waist and
helping me up the steps. “It’s your liver. I know it’s your
liver. A good dose of calomel will set you straight.” I was
too embarrassed to open my mouth. I went quietly to
my room and lay on the bed. Liddy brought me a cup
of tea. “Drink this,” my mother said. “It will help some.”
I drank the tea. It revived me enough to enable me to
speak. “I was just practicing a speech,” I said. “I told you
I was going to be a great orator.”
I reached under the mattress and pulled out Ingersoll’s
book. “This is where I got my oration,” I said, handing her
the book. She stared at it for a moment. Then she flung
it into the fire place, as though it had been a poisonous
viper.
“Burn it!” she cried. “Burn it, before your soul burns in
hell! Robert Ingersoll was a child of the devil! He was an
infidel! Didn’t you know that? Never read a word of this
again as long as you live! Promise me, my son! Promise
me!”
I promised. And thus ended my career as a second
Demosthenes.
“No man standing where the horizon of a life has
touched a grave has any right to prophesy a future filled
with pain and tears. Maybe this common fate treads
from out the paths between our hearts in the weeds of
selfishness and hate. I would rather live and love where
death is king, than have eternal life where love is not. We
are all children of the same mother, and the same fate
awaits us all. We, too, have our religion. It is this: help
for the living, and hope for the dead.” I bowed my head
and stepped back, so the minister could take over with
“ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.”
At that moment, the door to the engine room was rolled
back, revealing my father, several of my brothers who
Demosthenes bust in Trinity College
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DREAMS COME TRUE
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Who loves to dream? Who would love to live
their dream life? Sometimes we just close
our eyes and imagine our dreams. Dreams
are what motivate people. Anything is
possible, and if you believe, it will come true!
By: Kasia Pawalek
While writing about my life, it seems that I am writing
fiction rather than the true story. What does an elegant
young lady, always smiling and happy, know about life
and its hardships?
Just over 14 years ago I came from a quaint town in
Poland where everyone knew each other. I vividly
remember an event from middle school when one of my
classmates stole a sandwich from my lunch, and because
my grandmother knew his grandmother, he was in a
world of trouble. The following day he was instructed by
his grandma to bring an apology fruit basket which he
offered with a heartfelt apology. I walked to school every
day and often played with other kids after dark since it
was always safe. That life falls under the definition of a
safe-haven. I loved that part of it.
However, my life in Poland was a boring reality in which
going shopping was a predictable event, and normal
life with a career just like everyone else’s was expected,
almost a copy of my parents’ life. It was nothing short
of the definition of being a miserable life for me. I was
trying to please everyone and be a typical good teenage
girl for years, and I could not stand it any longer. I had
a strong desire to break free and be able to travel the
world, to have a career that would be extraordinary and
one in which I would be making a difference. Dreaming
about it every night, this was all I could think about.
My dreams may have attracted the reality because
an opportunity appeared and I moved to the U.S. The
dream was to let life’s adventures begin and let there be
no more boring days.
The journey began by waking up to a harsh reality in the
downtown Detroit surrounded by pathology and crime
scenes only seen in gangster or apocalyptic movies.
Seeing people’s broken dreams, drug addicts, alcoholics,
and abused women and children became the reflection
of my life. However, this would only be the first chapter.

at school, while waiting in
the store. It was stimulating
to read tons of books on
how to expand my skills
and mind. To become a
high achiever, there is a
need to practice excessively
to reach extreme levels,
just like Michael Jordan or
Serena Williams once did.
The dream was to live my American Dream, and I knew I
would not stop searching and striving for it! Wait! Stop! I
had no car, no money, and no connections to people that
would pull me up. How was this skinny girl that barely
knew English going to make it?
My English was not good enough to even identify a
hair conditioner, so I bought a body lotion in CVS by
mistake. I finally figured out it was supposed to be used
on the body and not on my head. I felt at the bottom
of the food chain, and for some reason, it excited me
that life could be built from below ground zero. You
would think that my hopeful attitude would have come
crashing down after my shoes were stolen from my
feet, and I had to walk barefoot home through an entire
downtown, when I almost got killed by a gang chasing
me to steal my tennis racket, or when I was just a
nobody to everyone that had money or was from a good
family. That didn’t bother me, and I grew in stamina,
strength, and perseverance. The mission was to change
my situation despite all obstacles. At that time, I wanted
to be part of that society of families of lawyers, doctors,
and intellectuals. However, learning English and the
customs of a new country had to occur first.
I studied 24/7 in libraries before it got dark and then
would come home and continue studying in my room.
At the same time, because of shyness and fear of talking
to strangers, I had to work on my interpersonal skills.
For those of you who know me, you probably could not
even imagine that. But to overcome shyness, I started
making small talk with random people on the streets,
People respected me
for my work ethic and
perseverance. Fast forward
a couple of years and I
had decided to go for an
undergraduate degree.
Then, one day, a professor
stopped me and told me
that I had great potential.
He had heard of me
from students and other
professors. He gave me an
application to apply for a
Graduate Assistant position at school. I got into graduate
school, got the position and started doing exceptionally
well. Money started coming my way because I had a
couple of jobs that started at a minimal wage, and all
of a sudden everyone was offering me better positions
and more money per hour. It was all hard work, and
nothing was given, but I’m grateful because it shaped
and conditioned my character for what was to come. I
began receiving the highest awards and recognition for
my work at the university and colleges. Before I knew it
I had received a Breakthrough Star award as a professor
and was a part of many government grants, and national
and international projects. I wrote scientific articles, and
traveled all over Asia, Europe, North and South America,
as well as part of Africa.
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That’s a story for another article about how challenging
it was to get where I am, a journey that almost broke
me many times. There were also moments when I had
to stand for the right thing when no one was watching,
and there was no trophy in the end. I am proud of these
things that I fought so hard for in a field for other women,
minorities, and everyone that needed my support –
that’s what matters.Through hard work, I was able to
rub shoulders with the greatest minds and geniuses that
were leaders in their fields. I became a vital and valued
member of their world. All of that is great; however,
the piece that holds my heart is helping people make
a difference in their lives. It’s my true passion and not
the awards and recognition or trying to be part of a high
society. I found my passion, and I know that is something
I am great at because an immigrant life starting at below
ground zero conditioned me for it. It is true that dreams,
hard work, perseverance, and a good heart will make a
person successful, genuinely happy, and fulfilled.
Now, in addition to being a Professor, I am also a
REALTOR® at eXp Realty LLC, Team Leader, and
businesswoman. I am tapping into all of what I have
learned to be the best that I can be to help others.
Someone asked me, “Is it about money that I am doing
all of those things?” No, it is about a desire to be free, it
is about the ability to help others, and money is just a byproduct.
I’m grateful for this journey as it has made me
a strong, diligent, and appreciative person. I found what
I was searching for – my American Dream of success,
a good work ethic, perseverance, a good heart, and
freedom. I also learned a valuable lesson: be yourself and
not only believe in your dreams but most importantly
take action and go for it! Be consistent; hard work is
required to get there, and success is around the corner.
Money comes and goes; eventually, it is just a number on
your account. Be prepared for when the success arrives
and help others because that will bring you the greatest
joy. Build a legacy that you can be proud of.
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31

FOOD
A Lowcountry Backyard Restaurant
By Louise Lund
Dave Peck, owner with his wife Raina Peck, of
A Lowcountry Backyard Restaurant, grew up
on Hilton Head Island, moving here as a boy in
1977. “Those were completely different times
and we enjoyed the simple life. There was
only one flashing light here, no stoplights and
traffic circles. We had a swing bridge that got
stuck all too often. Highway 278 and Palmetto
Bay Road were only two lanes, and there were
no fast food restaurants.” They had oyster
roasts on the May River and cookouts in the
woods in the Forest Preserve in Sea Pines. “A
Lowcountry Backyard Restaurant brings back
those simpler times and the great food we
grew up on,” Dave said.
The Backyard Restaurant has been serving
Lowcountry grub for the past 10 years. They
were featured on the Travel Channel for their
house specialty Shrimp and Grits - fresh
shrimp, smoked sausage and shaved green
onion over applewood bacon cream sauce
with the best grits you’ll ever taste!
Trip Advisor voted them Best in the State
for their Potato Chip Meatloaf, which is
ground pork and beef, seared and brushed
with moonshine BBQ Sauce and topped with
caramelized onions. The Island Crab Cakes,
sautéed lump crab cakes topped with a lemon
dill sauce, are the best you’ll find anywhere!
Dave said his chef training is from the sandbar
of May River and the woods of Sea Pines. “I
grew up exchanging recipes with locals and
with chefs and practiced those dishes until
they were perfect.”
“We have a full bar, complete with beer, wine,
and cocktails. We feature South Carolina
Moonshine. Try the Moonshine Punch,
or Lemonshine, which is moonshine and
lemonade!” Live entertainment is offered 6
nights a week in the backyard. The Lowcountry
Backyard Restaurant serves lunch and dinner
and Sunday Brunch, and is located at 32
Palmetto Bay Road, in the Village Exchange.
Dave and Raina have recently opened another
restaurant, Bad Biscuit. Decide if you want
a biscuit sandwich or a smothered biscuit.
They offer a variety of toppings – sausage
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gravy, pot pie filling, bacon gravy, and
shrimp n crab stew, to name a few.
Dave said he loves biscuits and he likes
to make what he loves! They serve an
amazing breakfast – Cracka Dawners
– with sausage, bacon, and house
made chopped country ham spread. In
addition, they serve hot soups, always
Creamy Tomato Basil and Today’s Bad
Soup! They also offer a Mean Green
Salad with arugula, carrots, beets,
brussels sprouts, tomatoes, crumbled
blue cheese and house-made apple
cider vinaigrette. The Street Corn Salad
is the best I’ve had. Desserts include
cinnamon biscuits with caramel and
rum cream. The menu says it best - Put
on your rain suit, grab a spoon, and
prepare for droolin’ and scarfin’! Bad
Biscuit serves breakfast and lunch and
is located at 19 E Dunnagans Alley.
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BLUFFTON
May River Grill**
1263 May River Rd.
(843) 757-5755
Toomers’ Bluffton Seafood
House
27 Dr. Mellichamp Dr.
(843) 757-0380
The Village Pasta Shoppe
10 B, Johnston Way
(843) 540-2095
Agave Side Bar
13 State Of Mind St.
(843) 757-9190
Alvin Ord’s of Bluffton
1230 A, May River Rd.
(843) 757-1300
Bluffton BBQ
11 State Of Mind St.
(843) 757-7427
The Bluffton Room
15 Promenade St.
(843) 757-3525
British Open Pub
1 Sherington Dr. #G
(843) 815-6736
Buffalo’s at Palmetto Bluff
1 Village Park Square
(843) 706-6630
Cahill’s Chicken Kitchen
1055 May River Rd.
(843) 757-2921
Calhoun’s
9 Promenade St.
(843) 757-4334
Captain Woody’s
17 State Of Mind St.
(843) 757-6222
Corner Perk
1297 May River Rd.
(843) 816-5674
The Cottage
38 Calhoun St.
(843) 757-0508
Downtown Deli
1223 May River Rd
(843) 815-5005
Farm
1301 May River Rd.
(843) 707-2041
Fat Patties
207 Bluffton Rd.
(843) 815-6300
Giuseppi’s Pizza & Pasta
25 Bluffton Rd., Ste. 601
(843) 815-9200
Grind Coffee Roasters
7 Simmonsville Rd. #600
(843) 422-7945
HogsHead Kitchen • Wine Bar
1555 Fording Island Rd., Ste. D
(843) 837-4647
Jim ’N Nick’s Bar-B-Q
872 Fording Island Rd.
(843) 706-9741
The Juice Hive
14 Johnston Way
(843) 757-2899
Katie O’Donald’s
1008 Fording Island Rd. #B
(843) 815-5555
Local Pie Bluffton
15 State Of Mind St.
(843) 837-7437
Longhorn Steakhouse
1262 Fording Island Rd.,
(843) 705-7001
Mellow Mushroom
878 Fording Island Rd.
(843) 706-0800
Mulberry Street Trattoria
1476 Fording Island Rd.
(843) 837-2426
Okatie Ale House
25 William Pope Ct.
(843) 706-2537
Old Town Dispensary
15 Captains Cove
(843) 837-1893
Pinchos
30 Malphrus Rd #102
(843) 757-4599
The Pearl Kitchen and Bar
55 Calhoun St.
(843) 757-5511
Pour Richard’s
4376 Bluffton Pkwy.
(843) 757-1999
(843) 837-1893
Red Stripes
Caribbean Cuisine
8 Pin Oak St.
(843) 757-8111
Salty Dog Bluffton
1414 Fording Island Rd.
Tanger Outlet ll
(843) 837-3344
Sippin Cow
36 Promenade St.
(843) 757-5051
Southern Barrel
Brewing Co.
375 Buckwalter P
lace Blvd.
(843) 837-2337
Squat ’N’ Gobble
1231 May River Rd.
(843) 757-4242
Truffle’s Cafe
91 Towne Dr.
(843) 815-5551
Twisted European Bakery
1253 May River Rd., Unit A
(843) 757-0033

Blanco Burger
Michael Hrizuk
HILTON HEAD
Alexander’s
79 Queens Folly Road
(843) 785-4999
Annie O’s Kitchen
124 Arrow Rd
(843) 341-2664
Beach Break Grille
24 Palmetto Bay Rd, #F
(843) 785-2466
Bullies BBQ
3 Regency Pkwy
(843) 686-7427
Charbar Co.
33 Office Park Road, Ste 213
(843) 785-2427
Charlie’s L’Etoile Verte
8 New Orleans Road
(843) 785-9277
(843) 681-2772
CQ’s Restaurant Harbour Town
140 Lighthouse Rd, Unit A
(843) 671-2779
Dough Boys Pizza
1 New Orleans Rd
(843)-686-2697
Ela’s On The Water
1 Shelter Cove Lane
(843) 785-3030
Fat Baby’s Pizza and Subs
1034 William Hilton Pkwy
(843) 842-4200
Fishcamp at Broad Creek
11 Simmons Road
(843) 842-2267
Flora’s Italian Cafe
841 William Hilton Pkwy, Ste 841
(843) 842-8200
Frankie Bones
1301 Main Street
(843) 682-4455
The French Bakery
28 Shelter Cove Lane
(843) 342-5420
Gringo’s Diner
1 N Forest Beach Dr, Unit E-5
(843) 785-5400
Hudson’s Seafood House
on the Docks
1 Hudson Rd
Java Burrito Company
1000 William Hilton Pkwy, Ste J6
(843) 842-5282
The Jazz Corner
1000 Williamn Hilton Pkwy, Ste C-1
(843) 842-8620
Lucky Rooster Kitchen + Bar
841 William Hilton Pkwy
(843) 681-3474
Michael Anthony’s Cucina Italiana
37 New Orleans Road
(843) 785-6272
Old Oyster Factory
101 Marshland Road
(843) 681-6040
Ombra Cucina Rustica
1000 William Hilton Pkwy,
Suite G2
(843) 842-5505
One Hot Mama’s
7A Greenwood Dr
(843) 682-6262
Palmetto Bay Sunrise
Cafe
86 Helmsman Way
(843) 666-3232
Pomodori
1 New Orleans Rd
(843) 686-3100
Porter & Pig
1000 William Hilton Pkwy
(843) 715-3224
Red Fish
8 Archer Rd
(843) 686-3388
Relish Cafe
33 Office Park Rd, Unit 216
(843) 715-0995
Ruby Lee’s
19 Dunnagans Alley
(843) 785-7825
Sage Room
81 Pope Ave., Ste 13
(843) 785-5352
Santa Fe Cafe
807 William Hilton Pkwy
(843) 785-3838
Skull Creek Boathouse
397 Squire Pope Road
(843) 681-3663
The Studio
20 Executive Park Rd
(843) 785-6000
Sunset Grille
43 Jenkins Island Rd
(843) 689-6744
Trattoria Divina
33 Office Park Rd, Ste 224
(843) 686-4442
Vine
1 N. Forest Beach Drive
(843) 686-3900
Watusi Cafe
71 Pope Ave
(843) 686-5200
Wise Guys
1513 Main St.
(843) 785-8866
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The dog days of
summer are over
& I’m ready for
school!
OVER THE BRIDGES
BLUFFTON
Aug 1-29: Farmer’s Market of Bluffton 1pm - 6pm;
Every Thursday; Carson Cottages in Old Town Bluffton
40 Calhoun Street; (843) 415-2447
Aug 1: The Chiggers Live 6pm - 9pm; Join us for live
music! $5 cover charge, located at Rose Hill Plantation;
1 Rose Hill Way
Aug 3: Bluffton Lutzie 43 Road Race 5K 7:30am -
10:30am; 5k through Bluffton’s Historic District to
raise awareness and educate the public on the dangers
of Distracted Driving. Some of the proceeds will go
towards giving one student a $4,300 scholarship
towards college; 63 Wharf Street
Aug 3: Back to School Fun Day 11am - 4pm; The
Bluffton Area Community Association is hosting its
9th Annual Back-to-School Fun day for our families in
the community. Free event! If you would like to donate
money, supplies, or volunteer your time, please call
Sharon Brown at (843) 368 - 6755; Oscar Fraizer Park
Aug 3: National Mead Day 5pm - 6pm; Come
celebrate National Mead Day with Savannah Brewers
League, American Homebrewers Association, Bee-
Town Mead and Cider, and some fun-loving locals as
we visit the Pit of Misery; 1230 B May River Road
Aug 17: The 9th Annual Bobcat Scorcher 5k 8am;
Enjoy the scenery while racing on a flat and fast allroad
course within the Hampton Hall Community.
Proceeds will not only benefit the BLHS Cross Country
Team, but will also contribute to the Grace Sulak
Scholarship Foundation, and to the Scorcher Senior
Student Scholarship Fund; Hampton Hall Clubhouse,
170 Hampton Hall Boulevard
HILTON HEAD ISLAND
Aug 1, 8, & 15: Movie Night in the Park 9pm; After
the sun sets over Broad Creek, join us waterside at
Shelter Cove Community Park for a summer full of
blockbuster hits! No admission fee. Aug 1 - The Parent
Trap (1998), Aug 8 - Monsters, Inc., Aug 15 - Indiana
Jones Raiders of the Lost Ark; 39 Shelter Cove Lane
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Aug 1-4: Legally Blonde: The Musical 8pm; A
fabulously fun award-winning musical based on the
adored movie. Legally Blonde: The Musical follows
the transformation of the beautiful and popular Elle
Woods as she tackles stereotypes and obstacles in
pursuit of her dreams. Visit artshhi.com for ticketing
information; 14 Shelter Cove Lane
Aug 3, 10, & 17: Sunset Celebration Concert Series
7pm - 10pm; Join us on the banks of Broad Creek for
a picnic and sunset serenade at the pavilion in Shelter
Cove Community Park. No admission fee. Aug 3 -
Headliners, Aug 10 - Deas Guyz, Aug 17 - Cranford
Hollow; 39 Shelter Cove Lane
Aug 6 & 13: Summer Jams 5pm - 9pm; The Island
Recreation Association is proud to bring you a funfilled,
festive atmosphere with the highlight of the
night fireworks which starts around 9pm. Kids of all
ages can enjoy inflatable bounce houses and face
painitng for a minimal fee; 39 Shelter Cove Lane
Aug 8-11: The Wizard of Oz 7pm; Presented by Bluffton
Youth Theatre. Join Dorothy Gale and her dog Toto as
they journey down the Yellow Brick Road through the
Merry Old Land of Oz! Visit blufftonyouththeatre.org
for ticketing information; Hilton Head Preperatory
Main Street Theater; 3000 Main Street
Aug 22: Carolina Dreamers Car Club Cruise-In 5pm
- 8pm; Takes place on Shelter Cove Lane waterside
overlooking Broad Creek. No costs, open to all
automotive enthusiasts. Plenty of shopping and dining
withing a two block radius; 39 Shelter Cove Lane
BEAUFORT
Aug 3: Refresh Women’s Day Retreat 10am - 4pm;
Join us for a day of encouragement, worship, teaching,
and fellowship to get your school year off to a great
start! The guest speaker is Ruth Chou Simmons - an
artist, aurthor, and mother of si; Praise Assembly; 800
Parris Island Gateway
Aug 5: Movie Night - The Biggest Little Farm 7pm;
Every Monday night enjoy a wide variety of amazing
independent films; University of South Carolina
Beaufort Center for the Arts; 805 Carteret Street
Aug 6: An Evening with Jessica Handler, Author
of “The Magnetic Girl” 5:30pm - 6:30pm ; The Pat
Controy Literary Center will host Handler for a book
discussion. “The Magnetic Girl” has been named one
of Wall Street Journal’s Ten Books You’ll Want to Read
This Spring. The discussion will be followed by a book
signing; 905 Port Republic Street
Aug 10-11: The 22nd Annual Beaufort City Golf
Championship 9am; This is a 36 hole individual
medal play tournament that is broken down into two
divisions. Tournament will be held at Ocean Point Golf
Links on Aug 10 & Ocean Creek Golf Course on Aug 11
Aug 24: 3rd Annual STEAM Festival 10am - 3pm;
STEAM, which stands for Science, Technology,
Engineering, Art, & Math, is an innovative movement
that has been taking root over the past several
years. Vendors will show how one or more of the five
categories are utilized in their line of work. It is free &
family friendly; Maritime Center; 310 Okatie Hwy
Aug 30 - Sept 1: 10th Annual Edisto Beach Music &
Shag Festival 11am - 7pm ; Over 30 arts and crafts
vendors, food vendors, and three days of entertainment
and family fun; Bay Creek Park; 3706 Docksite Road
SAVANNAH
Aug 1-4: Gourmet Seafood & Spirits Festival Various
Times; Annual food and drink festival at the Westin
Hotel on Hutchinson Island, to benefit the Savannah
Harbor Foundation, with chef’s table, lowcountry
picnic, brunch, mixology contest and more; 1 Resort Dr
Aug 2: First Fridays in Starland 6pm - 9pm; First
Fridays in Starland is a community event featuring
art, music, food, and shopping in Savannah’s coolest
neighborhood; Bull Street between Park and Victory
Aug 3-25: Savannah Voice Festival Various Times;
Dozens of classical voice performances across the
city, including concerts, opera, theatre and food and
wine events; Event is held at various venues, visit
savannahvoicefestival.org for more information
Aug 3-31: Forsyth Farmer’s Market 9am - 1pm;
Weekly farmer’s market in the southern part of Forsyth
Park, every Saturday morning
Aug 8-25: 9 to 5: The Musical 3pm & 8pm; 9 to 5 The
Musical, with music and lyrics by Dolly Parton, is based
on the seminal 1980 hit movie. Visit savannahtheatre.
com for ticketing information; 222 Bull Street
Aug 17: Leopold’s Ice Cream 100 Year Birthday Block
Party 11am - 7pm; Come help us celebrate 100 years
of tasty memories with music, games, dancing in the
street, and our largest “I Pledge for Ice Cream” event
ever; 212 E Broughton Street
Aug 30 - Sept 1: BBQ & Wings Festival Various Times;
Festival brought to you by Savannah Waterfront
Association for Labor Day weekend; River Street
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Seasons Change
By Gene Cashman
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Bill stared at the map in front of him. He studied it hard, or pretended to, even though he knew it by heart. The reality
was he wasn’t much in the mood for talking. There was a long journey ahead and he was ready to get back on the road.
Bill watched for his son, Kyle, to emerge from the gas station. He impatiently tapped his fingers on the wheel. It wasn’t
as much frustration as it was just nervous energy. He hadn’t anticipated this day would come so soon, but it had. Heck,
he could remember back to when Kyle couldn’t go to overnight summer camp without calling home the first night. That
seemed like such a long time ago in the present moment. He observed a hand written sign advertising “live-bait” in the
gas station window. It reminded him of that one trip, perhaps when Kyle was eleven or twelve. It was when they went
fishing in Louisiana. He smiled remembering their laughter playing cards late into the night. It had been a core memory
trip for Kyle, as he frequently brought up remembrances from that week together. Kyle finally emerged from the gas
station talking a mile a minute. “I got us refills on the drinks and more sunflower seeds.” Bill nodded a fatherly nod. All
that was left to do was to get moving.
“Mom said she and the littles would be about an hour behind us” Kyle enthusiastically offered as he piled in the passenger
seat of his Ford Explorer. “She called my cell. They just left the house.”
“How was she” Bill inquired, knowing full well his wife would be a mess for a week.
“Oh, you know mom” Kyle shrugged as he popped a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth. “She wanted to make
sure I remembered who I was and where I came from.”
“And, do you?” Bill offered to keep the conversation grounded.
Kyle slapped his father’s shoulder with a smile, “Dad, you know I do. I have only been in training for this for the last
eighteen years.”
Bill gripped the wheel and put the truck into drive. He knew his son was a good kid. He worried about everyone else.

“How about we put on some good music?” Kyle scrolled through his phone. “Enough of the Allman Brothers Band already.
We’ve worn them out.”
Bill smiled. “In my day, we would dance all night to live music at the fraternity house. You interested in anything like that?”
Kyle shrugged “You remember Jack Sutton? He went to State last year and pledged. He said it was okay, but most of his
friends weren’t in a fraternity.”
There was a pause in the conversation before Kyle offered “Jack didn’t really fit in that scene and I sort of feel like I won’t
either.”
“You carve your own path son,” Bill reminded. “You don’t have to do it the way me and your mom did. It’s a different world
now.”
Kyle found the music he liked and turned up the volume. To Bill’s delight it was one of their favorites, Paul Simon’s
Graceland.
“Great road trip song, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bill nodded, grateful in that moment he’d taken Kyle on enough father and son trips for him to form his own opinion on
the matter. And for a while it seemed like just another road trip.
“Dad?” Kyle asked inquisitively after a period of silence “what if this doesn’t work out? I mean what if I get there and
totally bomb out and have no friends.”
Bill watched the bumper of the car in front of them and searched his mind for some fatherly wisdom. “Son” he finally
offered clearing his throat, “me and your mother love you no matter what.”
“Yeah, but what if?”
Bill abruptly interrupted, “No what if. It is totally normal to be nervous, but be confident in who you are. Our love is there
regardless.”
The campus had changed so much since Bill had been a student he’d had a challenging time finding his old haunts. When
he and Kyle toured the campus about the only recognizable landmark was the football stadium. Even still, Kyle fell in
love with the engineering program. Now here they were pulling into campus for one last father and son dinner before
unpacking for college. Bill pulled into the parking lot of the one restaurant that remained from his time there. The sign for
The Flush beckoned them to come inside. “We can take a load off here” Bill offered. “Your dorm is just around the corner.”
“Mom called again” Kyle offered. “They will meet us at the dorm and help unpack. They are about an hour out so we have
plenty of time for a bite to eat.”
Bill studied the menu. The lump
in his throat had returned. Being
back in that diner flooded him
with memories. “Burger is solid”
he offered, “or it used to be.”
A waitress sauntered up to the
table “best dang burger in the
state, best shakes too.”
Kyle beamed “I’m starved. Give
me a cheeseburger and chocolate
shake.”
The waitress looked at Bill.
“Side salad is fine with me.”
“Dad, I cannot believe you aren’t
hungry. This place looks great.
That is probably why it has stayed
open so long.”
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Bill rubbed his cheeks with the palm of his hands. “Yeah, we used to call them gut bombs. We’d pile them in after a late
night or during finals.”
Kyle flipped the menu over and looked at the beer selection.
“You party a lot when you were in school?”
“Yeah, I suspect I did” Bill offered candidly, “until I met your mother. She helped me grow up quite a bit. Good thing for
you, she’s been working on you all these years so you don’t make the same mistakes I did.”
Kyle smiled. “Yeah, I guess.”
Bill spoke up quickly. “No I mean it, and as a compliment. You are a much more mature young man than I was at your age.
I am really proud of you.”
“What mistakes did you make?”
Bill poked at his salad. “Wasted a lot of time I suppose, drinking beer and playing darts. Certainly, those things are okay.
I just didn’t really have a rudder or a sail. I was stuck in neutral. I wasn’t in church. I wasn’t hitting the books. As we have
always told you, we don’t expect you to be perfect. My version of imperfect was a lot about a lack of direction. I got lost
in the shadows.”
Kyle listened. He had asked and heard this all before, but there was a certain reassurance in that the story and the
expectation on him had never changed. He too had made his share of mistakes in high school but the doorway home had
always remained unlocked and open.
The bell above the door chimed and a bunch of kids piled through talking and laughing loudly. They looked so young to
Bill, but in actuality they were probably juniors and seniors. Kyle’s attention perked up and he studied them intently. The
conversation dropped while Kyle observed their every movement.
“Guess it is getting to be that time” Bill prompted, his eyes fixated on a faded picture of the 1985 conference champs that
hung over the juke-box.
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Kyle stood up first. “This is going to be awesome! Let’s
get unpacked!”
The dorm smelled like a tortured mixture of body odor
and body spray. Bill smiled realizing that his wife would
instantly work to sanitize what young men wouldn’t even
remotely appreciate for years to come, namely a clean
and sanitary place to live. Music blared and kids darted
up and down the long corridor. The excitement of a new
semester was in full bloom. Kyle’s room was empty. His
roommate had not arrived yet. Bill was relieved for a few
more minutes alone with Kyle.
“This is great” Kyle exclaimed dropping his duffle on
the single bed closest to the window. “Put the box over
there. Oh boy the mini-fridge can fit right under there.”
Kyle darted about the tiny room.
Bill remembered when his father had driven him to
college. They had gone to the hardware store and bought milk crates and an unfinished
door to make him a desk.
“So, your mom just texted and she will be here with the hugs and your little brother and
sister. You know she will want to fluff. Just let her do what makes her feel like you’re tucked
in and make it your own later. Okay?”
“No problem dad,” Kyle said with his head buried in the box of knick-knacks he had brought
along. He paused and held up a thick white envelope.
“Read it later son. It’s just some words from me and some rainy day cash. Read it again if
you ever doubt yourself or forget that you are loved.”
Kyle stood up and gave him a huge bear hug.
“I love you dad.”
Bill held onto his son and let the memories flow down his cheeks, grateful the roommate
and his wife were still not there.
“I’m not crying because I worry about you, son. I just have such a full heart.”
Kyle patted his dad on the shoulder. The two men dried their eyes.
“It’s just the beginning of another great chapter” Kyle reassured.
Bill smiled, “I look forward to putting those words to paper.”
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Golf Guide
Golf Courses- Bluffton & Okatie
Belfair Golf Club
200 Belfair Oaks Blvd, (843) 757 0715
Berkeley Hall Club
366 Good Hope Rd. (843) 815 8494
Colleton River Plantation Club
60 Colleton River Drive, (843) 837 3131
Crescent Pointe Golf Club
1 Crescent Pointe Dr, (843) 292 7778
Eagle’s Pointe Golf Club
1 Eagle Pointe Dr, (843) 757 5900
Hampton Hall Golf Club
89 Old Carolina Road, (843) 837 3131
Hilton Head National Golf Club
60 Hilton Head National Dr, (843) 842 5900
Moss Creek Golf Club
1523 Fording Island Road, (843) 837 2231
Island West Golf Club
40 Island West Drive, (843) 689 6660
Oldfield Golf Club
9 Oldfield Way Okatie, (843) 645-4600
Pine Crest Golf Course
1 Pinecrest Way, (843) 757 8960
Rose Hill Golf Club
4 Clubhouse Drive, (843) 757 9030
Sun City Golf Club
672 Cypress Hills Dr, (843) 705 4057
Designer, Course
Tom Fazio: East
West
Tom Fazio: North
South
Yds*
6,936
7,129
Rating*
74.4
75.3
75.1
75.2
Jack Nicklaus
6,936 76.1
Pete Dye
7,129 74.7
Arnold Palmer 6,733 n/a
Davis Love III 6,738 73.1
Pete Dye
Gary Player
Bobby Weed
George Fazio: South
Tom Fazio: North
Clyde B. Johnston
Fuzzy Zoeller
7,503
6,885
6,555
76.9
73.4
72.5
Greg Norman 7,142 75.4
Rocky Rocquemore
Mark McCumber: Hidden Cyprus
Mark McCumber: Okatie Creek
7,204
7,254
6,731
7,489 n/a
6,946
6,724
72.7
6,803 73.2
Gene Hamm 6,961 74.1
73.2
71.9
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*Ratings for the longest tees

Golf Courses- Hilton Head Island
Designer, Course
Yds*
Rating*
Atlantic Dunes
Sea Pines
Davis Love III 7,000
74.3
Bear Creek
237 Whooping Crane Way
Country Club of Hilton Head
70 Skull Creek Drive
Dolphin Head
56 High Bluff Road, Hilton Head Plantation
Rees Jones 6,804 75.2
Rees Jones 6,919 75.2
Gary Player 6606 72.7
George Fazio
2 Carnoustie Court , Palmetto Dunes
George Fazio
6,873
73.9
Golden Bear
100 Indigo Run Drive
Jack Nicklaus
7,014
74.9
Harbour Town Golf Links
Sea Pines
Heron Point
100 N. Sea Pines Drive
Oyster Reef Golf Club
1555 High Bluff Road
Pete Dye 7,099 75.6
Pete Dye 7,103 74.9
Rees Jones 7,005 74.7
Robbers Row
Port Royal Golf & Racquet Club
George W. Cobb &
Willard C. Byrd
6,657 73.3
Robert Trent Jones
7 Trent Jones Lane, Palmetto Dunes
Trent Jones &
Roger Rulewich
7,005
74.7
Shipyard Golf Club
45 Shipyard Drive
George W. Cobb 6,878 73.2
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Feeling Good Turns Into Looking Good
I have grown up in Bluffton. I have always been one to try things. Something trendy? I’ll
try it. A one wheeled skateboard? Bamboo underwhear? Crazy diet....? One thing that
I have always been into is being athletic, I guess. But then I had kids and stuff got wierd.
This month I am here to tell you some of the pitfalls of getting older, lazier, and a few
tricks I am implementing right now to beat the bulge and still have fun with the fork.
You thought I was gonna start talking about dieting? Keto. Nah. I think the biggest
problem we have as human beings [who are more similar than we are different] is the
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lazy factor. When you’re young you are always moving. As we get older we all just wanna relax when we aren’t
working. Ok. Some of you out there are walking, running or walk - run - walking or biking around or just ‘walkin
the dog’. I see you out there behind the boat doing the ski thing. Cool. Then there are some of you that say “I wait
tables and I get my cardio that way.” NO!!!! Heart rate needs to get up there before you are gonna start burnin
them calories. I see alot of you when I’m running, then later you say “I can’t do that!” like I am so much different
than you. When i got into running 6 years ago I was 210. Big boy. You have all seen bigger versions of “je-VON”,
don’t act like you haven’t. I just made some small goals and stuck with my little program. I am definetly never
going to be able to hang with “Parkway Jesus” but when I run I have fun . People yell at me from their cars-
“speed up old man!” I love it.
I feel this way about the body. The body needs to get beat up a little. Get out of your comfort zone and ditch
the scone. The body needs to stay hydrated too. When it’s super hot, like it is now, you gotta make sure you are
keeping the fluids comin in. But I think you can skip that extra slice of pizza and see what happens. Why not try
some little moves instead of some crazy thing you won’t be able to sustain. A young girl the other day said to
me “I wanna lose 20 lbs this summer”......I just turned to her and nicely barked “GIRL THAT’S DANGEROUS!”.
Besides, it probably is dangerous and you gotta feel good while you are shedding. You ever skip breakfast and
lunch then wonder why you turned into that HANGRY girl? Well. Same goes with the way you will feel if you stop
eating carbs. Or stop anything cold turkey for that matter. Little changes are the secret to big things happening.
Making some small goals. Set some attainable, easy ones. As we hit our 30’s we kinda let ourselves go while we
are trying to brand ourselves or come up with that million dollar business idea. Plus, we get stressed out trying to
get ahead, and we let our behinds grow in the process. Then we say “I don’t have time”. We tell ourselves theres
no time. That is crap. You will feel better once you get moving. If you had to start wearing that one pair of “big
boy” jeans, just wait till you get back to your 34”s....or 32”s......Your knees and feet will thank you later. Then you
can have your knees write me a personal thank you note. On some nice stationary. Please tell your knees that
snail mail is so much more personal than an email. A card is always gonna make someone smile.
Maybe your knees can include me in their will. We all wanna get rich or at least buy that boat or go on that trip,
but sometimes we neglect our bodies working extra hours and pulling double shifts. Treat Yo self by taking care
of your ‘temple’. Your body is yours. Love yourself a little more. Make up a funny recipe that is healthy and call
yourself Beyonce while you are making it. Feeling good turns into Looking good. Oh ...and one more thing....
Tony Little Rules!!!!
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Change Your Latitude

If you are like me, either in Hilton Head or Bluffton, anywhere in the Lowcountry, I’m sure you have heard
about this Latitude Margaritaville place. You know there are a lot of Parrotheads out there. Jimmy Buffett
said “Where is Margaritaville? It’s in your mind.” I wandered around the Visitor’s Center, there were no walls!
All glass offices, open, unconfining, relaxing – colorful beach chairs, fun little vignettes giving one a hint of
cookouts, bike riding, kicking back, putting your feet up and taking it easy.
I think that was the way they planned it! A feeling of comfort from the get go.
My host and long time friend John Strother greeted me and instantly you could tell he was a happy person that
knew how to truly enjoy life. Smiling from ear to ear, a great tan, and sporting a colorful Tommy Bahama silk
shirt. John is the Broker-in-Charge, a true poster child for the way of life that that his prospects are looking for.
We jumped into a golf cart for a tour – not any golf cart – the roof was a surf board with a skeg as large as a
shark-fin.
By Tim O’Neal and
Randolph Stewart
Latitude Margaritaville Hilton Head is the newest of the popular adult Margaritaville-lifestyle active adult
communities and promises to bring the iconic island lifestyle to life through its plentiful amenities, architecture,
entertainment and good vibes. Although it is just beginning, and new homes are filling up, there are hundreds
of workers and machines building amenities, paving new streets, dozens of houses under construction,
landscapers everywhere, you can already sense that this a special place. The first thing that they finished is
the Barkaritaville Dog Park. Resort level amenities will include a state-of-the-art Fins Up! Fitness Center with
aerobics studio, indoor lap pool, spa, group fitness classes, wellness and community programs and more.
Additional amenities include a Paradise Pool with beach entry, cabanas and tiki huts; tennis, pickleball and
bocce ball courts; Workin’ N’ Playin’ Center for arts, crafts and other programs, and a Coconut Telegraph Business
Center. Residents can relax at a Latitude Bar & Chill Restaurant, Changes in Attitude poolside bar and Last Mango
Theater for dances and banquets. They are even building The Hanger, for residents golf cart tune ups.
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Retirement is an oxymoron at Latitude Margaritaville. After working so hard for decades, now is the time and
here is the place to enjoy the best years to come. New friends, a wide choice of homes and villas, did I mention
low maintenance, you never have to mow your grass again, daytime and nighttime activities and music – you
think of it, they have it, and more to come. Here is the good news – HOA fees are under $250 per month!
Latitude Margaritaville, a Minto community, is around 2,700 acres and there will be 3,000 homes and villas.
When you look at the land plan model at the Visitor’s Center you see that clusters of neighborhoods are
scattered around the community bordering and woven around preserves, lagoons and natural resources. You
are a short walk, bike or golf cart ride to your friend’s home or all the amenities in the Town Center. You will be
smack dab in the middle of Hilton Head Island, historic Old Town Bluffton, Savannah and Beaufort.
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The homes are most affordable and are built with low maintenance and energy conservation in mind. The light
open floor plans and airy screened patios face undisturbed nature. The multi-pastel color palette, and if I may
say, non-traditional styling, gives each street a personality not found in the Lowcountry - Key West with a blend
of Southern charm.
Along with the many in-community amenities Latitude Margaritaville will have 72-acres of retail, dining and
entertainment right outside the gate, and it’s golf cart accessible.
Driving through the gates headed back to the studio, I thought that us baby boomers may be getting older but
that doesn’t mean we stop enjoying our lives. At Margaritaville attitude adjustments are available daily.
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