Archive for October 4th, 2015

The Best Fruitcake in the World

October 4, 2015

Sometimes life is strange.

Take fruitcake. It’s an abomination. We’ve all eaten it, in spite of our best judgment.

My mom made fruitcake. It wasn’t awful. But it was fruitcake.

There’s no good way to store fruitcake. You peel away the sticky packaging, cut off a piece, and then what do you do with the rest of the block? Put it in the fridge and wait for spring.

I’m here to tell you that those days of fruitcake-hating are over. All because of one Sugary cousin.


So tenacious family researcher Julie in Belgium found that Sugar has cousins in South Africa.

SOUTH AFRICA? That’s as far away as the moon from South Carolina. And said cousin-in-chief has assigned Sugar to her fruitcake list.

Now Sugar can be as nutty as last year’s fruitcake, but this is not a commentary on his mental health number. This is a big deal to be on LaRoy’s fruitcake list.

Mail in and out of South Africa is as slow as proverbial molasses. It might take 3 months for delivery from one continent to the next. So planning to get your Christmas presents delivered on time might mean mailing in July or August. Now suppose you wanted to send a home-baked fruitcake to the U. S.?  Figure in more planning, shopping, and baking.

No doubt this fruitcake is for someone special.

A bit of fruitcake and a cup of tea? Come on over. We’ll save a bite for you.

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Hamilton Ridge

October 4, 2015

Clever reader Leo, who is a fellow Lawton researcher, saves photos, digital and otherwise.

I do not. I have had enough loss in my life where I say “easy come, easy go”. However, when I am needing a photo (or photos!) that I know were lost in a computer meltdown, Leo is my go-to guy.

Another Lawton researcher was asking questions about Hamilton Ridge near Garnett, SC. I knew that the photos that I took perhaps nine years ago were lost. But it was worth a shot to ask Leo, because I remember that I emailed the photos to him. Leo came through once more.

Sugar and I and Mama Florrie’s daughter Rose had gone on a day excursion. I’m pretty sure that this was the same day that we went to the Black Swamp Cemetery, because the only other time that we went out with Rose was also with Miss Yvonne, and Miss Yvonne is not in my memory or in these photos of the day.

I will say here that Rose was hesitant to go into the Black Swamp Cemetery. You see, it’s a white cemetery, and Rose is not white. She most probably has white heritage, but it is of an unknown origin. However, she’s not a young person and she knows that bad things can happen to people who step outside their usual paths. I’m the same way for socio-economic reasons, but not for racial reasons. Sugar and I were pretty sure that no bad end was going to come to our Rose for stepping into a white cemetery with us, and there were no issues. It did open my eyes a bit wider that Rose had never been to this cemetery less than a mile from her home, no one in her family had been, and that she had no reason to go and was a bit worried that she might be targeted as an outsider.

I’ve loaded all those cemetery photos to Sometimes you can see Sugar and/or Rose in the background, which tickled me to no end. There’s my Rosie Rose and Sugary Sugar, anonymous and present forever.


Off to Hamilton Ridge!

I can’t find out very much online about Hamilton Ridge, just that it was built about 1830, and now is on protected land. It was not burned during the war, and neither were the Pineland and Mistletoe Grove. Hamilton Ridge is dreadfully remote. You can do a little googling, and if you learn more, I’d be interested to know.

The front. The house is surrounded by a tall chain-link fence without a gate.

The front. The house is surrounded by a tall chain-link fence without a gate.








We're now at the opposite end of the front. A large addition was added perhaps 100 years ago. You can see it here and in the following photos.

We’re now at the opposite end of the front. A large addition was added perhaps 100 years ago. You can see it here and in the following photos.








Interesting how the cypress shingles on the front are silvery, but not as much on the back. The sun is a powerful thing here.

Thank you, Leo, for always saving history! (Your check is in the mail.)