Archive for October, 2016

Silhouettes and Such

October 6, 2016

When I was growing up, every summer there was an Arts and Crafts Festival.  You wouldn’t believe all the creative people showing their wares. It was a welcome breath of artsy-craftsy-ness. 

The festival still takes place, but this little memory is about one specific time. 

One year, there was a little man sitting in a chair, maybe like a director’s chair, cutting silhouettes. He wore dark framed glasses and a black beret, and he cut a silhouette as quick as you please. He started with a black piece of paper that looked like construction paper and a little pair of manicure scissors. He seemed to love what he did. He talked to each child, and delighted in the conversation. 

*****

Sugar was doing a little bit of research a few years ago and found that he was related to a famous silhouette artist, Carew Rice. He was telling me about what he had found online, and that Carew would go to local festivals and cut silhouettes. 

I said, “Wait a minute. Did he wear a beret?”

*****

Carey’s grandson cuts silhouettes now. He was at a bookstore in Charleston when Sugar’s little grandchildren were here for a visit. 

Plus he writes books. And just happened to have some for sale. 


Another silhouette memory was made. 

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Scott’s Neck

October 1, 2016

Today we went to Scott’s Neck. It’s hard to find even with a map, and Sugar and I had several. He had an atlas and a South Carolina back roads map, and I had 2 custom-created map overlays, a link to a topography map, and the iPhone map app, plus the 1825 Mills Atlas. We are ridiculous sometimes. No map left unturned.

We turned in first at the Stoney Creek Cemetery Road because it was on the way. There’s a rice trunk at the entrance, and some very nice folks were there fishing, and the ebbing tide was rushing through the trunk, headed back out to sea. I asked one of the women if I could take a photo of the water, but I wouldn’t show her face. She agreed that it was okay.


Sugar and I had seen the boat ramp icon on the map at the south end of Scott’s Neck, so of course we imagine that this might be a historically correct place to put in a boat, even during the Revolution.
He thought that we could get to where we wanted most easily by turning on William Campbell Road. That ended at the entrance of a gated community on an island, so we backtracked and cut across  to get to another northish-southish road which would lead to another road at the south end to the boat ramp.

How perfect was the day.


From the embankment, we watch a fellow interact with his boat and trailer.


Then we head down to the dock.


Across the way, we see a highway, which turns out to be Trask Parkway. I have traveled Trask literally dozens of times, without knowing that a possible distant cousin was stationed here on Scott’s Neck about 238 years ago. Even if he isn’t a cousin, he’s a Rawls, and the name is rare.

Y’all, I’m terrible swimmer and a bit leery of water, but I think I’m going to have to get a kayak.


Which is a blog for another day…

And we head over to Coosawhatchie, which is pronounced Koo-sah-HATCH-ee. Because Sugar found, in Hugh M’Coll’s “History of Georgia”, that William and his brother Cotten Rawls provided supplies for the wounded, hidden on an island at Coosawhatchie. I scanned the pages with my CamScanner app, and outlined the relevant parts.


Doesn’t this support my theory that William and Cotten lived in the area, since William entered the service as his father’s substitute, and they had a place close by, close enough to lend aid and supplies to the wounded?

Now at Coosawhatchie, where basically there is a church, some houses, and a railroad crossing…


William later relocated to a place in South Carolina along the banks of the Savannah River, which could possibly be Purrysburg, since he had been there during the Revolution. It’s possible that he was in Robertville, since his associate Leonard Tanner was affiliated with Tanners that married into Robertville families, and also some Tanner and Robert and other associated families moved to Louisiana.

Good-night, Rawls family. We’re thinking of you.