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March 2015 Priceless

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Featured New Years Dance by Diane DeVaughn Stokes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 Eat Up by Annie Stopyro . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 A Member of the Club by Patricia Wahler . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 14 In the Meantime by Diane Stark . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18 Just Call Me Grandma by Rose Ann Sinay . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 22 Southern Snaps by Leslie Moore . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26 The Grandma Angels by Katie O’Connell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30 A Motherhood I Never Saw Coming by Kate Callihan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32 Big Families and Chicken Legs by Janey Womeldorf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36 Notes for Newcomers: Birds of a Feather by Phil La Borie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40 Sasee Kids . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42

In This Issue Read It! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12 Local Style: Julie Almeida, Seaside Furniture Gallery & Accents . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16 Break Free: Louis Murden, L.I.S.W.-C.P., M.A.C, Quit Smoking Myrtle Beach . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 20 Local Treasures: Donita Johnson, Homespun Craft & Antique Mall . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34 Color Fun: Allyson Good, Paint With A Passion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38 March Calendar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46


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Pen & Brush readers’ comments What can I give my sister for her 90th birthday?…Coming to Myrtle Beach for many years, I always looked forward to finding Sasee at one of my favorite stores. I didn’t have to think any more, problem solved. I know she will read it cover to cover as I do for the three months I am here. Thank you for

publishing such a great magazine!

– Madeleine RE: February Sasee I thought this month’s issue was exceptional. Congratulations! – Phil RE: “Sometimes It Just Adds Up,” by Beth Wood Beth, your story proves that age is merely a number, and you’re as young as you feel. Enjoy every moment of your wonderful relationship. This sounds

like a match made in heaven.

– Linda

letter from the editor I was talking with a friend of mine recently, and as the topic moved to our children, she told me, laughing, that when her children were young she always said, “It will be easier when they’re 18.” Now that all of our children are well beyond that magical age, we know that nothing really changes for mothers – no matter the age of her children. Their pain is our pain, maybe even worse now than when they were young because we can no longer “fix” our adult children. But, still, their happiness can change a humdrum day into a celebration. My children have made me a stronger and more capable person, if for no other reason than because I had them to care for and love. Those messy, loud little people do change us for the better. I hope you enjoy this month’s Sasee! We were thrilled to interview the two leaders of this year’s Plantation Tours in Georgetown, held the last weekend of this month. If you’ve never been, get your tickets and enjoy touring some of the most beautiful homes in our community, plus learn a little about the rich history of Georgetown County. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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RE: “Young at Heart,” by Mary Ann Crimi Your wonderful, wise Grandmother was young at heart and you have her genes! Loved this essay. – Rose Ann

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Debbie Kalinowski Mom and Daughter in Flowers, by Debbie Kalinowski Inspired by Robert Hagan Debbie Kalinowski describes herself as a “late starter.” Her favorite class in college was History of Art but she never took an art class, instead she spent hours in art museums. After Debbie retired two years ago, she began oil painting, and has so far painted 78 different canvases while developing her personal style. The artist also works in soft pastels and pastel pencils – which she finds easier when doing animal paintings. Some of her favorite artists are Pino and Daniel Gerhartz, and of course, Richard Schmid. Living in Illinois, Debbie doesn’t have the beautiful landscape of the South Carolina coast for inspiration, but has 13 grandchildren and dogs as willing subjects. After experimenting with various styles, she has now found her artistic direction and wants to paint all the time! To see more of Debbie’s work, visit her at Artbydebbiek or in her Etsy shop,


New Years Dance by Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Have you ever been out somewhere and the smoke was so bad that you had to take your clothes off in your garage so you did not get the smell in the house? That has been my life story because I am allergic to cigarette smoke. Not only does it make me teary eyed and sneezy, but it also makes me froggy for the next couple of days, and for someone who talks for a living, that is not pretty! Let’s face it, the situation used to be far worse before all the smoking ordinances, but now it is easy to check places out before you go. However, recently I went to a New Year’s party that was supposed to be smokefree, but that was only the case in one room. The other two were loaded with carcinogens. Obviously, I stripped down in the garage when I got home, and then put all my clothes out on the back porch to air out. After all, I did not want my washing machine to smell like smoke! Two days later, I grabbed my dressy black pants off the patio chair to wear them one more time before laundering them. I slipped them on, zipped them up, and put on my new Santa boots, as my husband calls them, when I felt a strange sensation. Something I had never felt before in all my life. There was a slight wiggle in the crotch. I first figured I must have imagined it. Then I felt it again. OMG, I couldn’t get my pants unzipped and down fast enough. I was trying to get them off, but that’s impossible while wearing high top boots. I was screaming and scooting around while my cats stared at me, stunned because they’ve never seen their mom jerking around so ridiculously. Then I saw the culprit. A little green lizard flung to the floor more scared than I was. The cats began to chase it from one room to another, while I clumsily chased after them with my pants down to my ankles and my boots still on. I surely did not want them to kill it. I don’t even kill spiders. I prefer to catch them and send them back outside to live out the rest of their lives.


Finally, Tosca my darling calico slapped her paw down on the tiny critter to stop him, and I was able to save his life before he became her dinner. That’s when my husband came home to find me on the floor with my pants down, surrounded by two feisty cats and a frantic lizard. It was quite the scene. Then again, nothing surprises Chuck about me anymore after thirty years of marriage. Next time I will surely give a hard shaking to all aired-out, smoky clothes before putting them back on. Having a lizard in my pants was not a good way to start off the New Year. Even though I’m sure Geiko would disagree.

Diane DeVaughn Stokes Diane is the Host and Producer for “Diane At Six” on EASY Radio and “Inside Out” on HTC channel 4. She and her husband own Stages Video Productions in Myrtle Beach. Diane is also the author of Floating on Air – A Broadcasting Love Affair, found on

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Eat Up

by Annie Stopyro

There’s nothing more annoying than kids that won’t eat, mostly because the little ingrates have the metabolism to devour whatever they want and burn it off, but choose to waste this enviable opportunity. If you raise picky eaters, you run the risk of doubling your work load to get two dinners on the table every night: the regular meal with flavors and nutrients and another that’s taste-free and probably in the yellow family, something like chicken nuggets. And after all that, the mini food snobs only rearrange it on their plates. Entire dinner conversations can revolve around what constitutes a bite. If you want to avoid the food fuss pitfall, you’re going to need a plan. These downright deceptive and manipulative tactics could trick your child into eating all sorts of healthy things, even the “grossest” grown-up fare. First of all, never say, “Eat your vegetables,” a dead giveaway to a child that they’re being served something inedible. Instead treat the trouble foods as delectable and scarce. When you gather at the table, dish up the green beans sparingly and to adults only. You might say under your breath, “You won’t like these. They’re for grownups.” As you slip the first one in your mouth, exchange eye contact with the other adults, while emitting the same low “mmmm” you might if you were enjoying flourless chocolate torte. When your kid clamors for some, give them reluctantly, as if it pains you to share. Wipe your vocabulary clean of any key trigger words that kids learn about in their secret underworld: healthy, vitamin, vegetable and salad. Be inventive or create new words to make any dish sound desirable. Instead of saying vegetables, call them sides, in the same way that French fries are sides. Squash should be upgraded to the more appetizing butternut candy. Anything crunchy can be called crisps. Serve the most formidable of foods known to children all across America, Brussels sprouts, under the tantalizing moniker, giant peaberry. At least once, your child should wander into the kitchen and “catch” you red handed, secretly noshing on broccoli or quinoa. Some children decline food as a way to get control, since no wellmeaning parent can stand to see their little dumpling starve to death. Don’t let this happen to you. The minute little dumpling pushes his plate away, move in


and devour everything that’s left. Act thrilled to have scored a PB & J sans crust. Soon your child will be eating with a protective arm around the plate, which will be licked clean. Other adults may refuse to play along, but this too can go in your favor. At a holiday dinner, my daughter decorated each of her ten fingers with a pitted black olive, ready to savor them. A relative protested, “Kids don’t eat olives! What’s wrong with you?” But this only encouraged my daughter, who felt she’d gained entry into the world of prohibited adult food. I have to warn you about one grave parenting error: taking a child out for sushi. If you’ve ever had sushi, you know that the delicious little morsels disappear in an instant, and when the bill comes, the topic of refinancing the home might come up. If there’s any chance he or she will like it, do not feed sushi to your kid. It can be habit forming. Next thing you know, Chuck E. Cheese is out for birthdays, and sushi is in. Sometimes chicken nuggets are just the way to go.

Annie Stopyro Annie Stopyro was a Top 10 Finalist in the 2014 Erma Bombeck Writing Contest. Her work has appeared in several newspapers and is forthcoming in Defenestration. She blogs at and has a life story writing business, Real Live Story. She is a proud survivor of Minnesota’s 2013-14 Polar Vortex.

Single in Myrtle Beach? Michelle is an attractive, 40-something professional woman. Recently divorced, she’s decided it’s time to meet new people. Excited for a night on the town, early Saturday night Michelle calls up a few of her girlfriends to make plans. The first call is Jill, married with two kids. “Sorry, Michelle,” she says, “I am just so exhausted from work this week! Thanks, but I’m settling in for a quiet night with the husband.” Undeterred, Michelle makes a second call to her old college friend, Anna. Anna says she would go out but these days she is caring for her elderly mother and cannot afford the expense of an adult sitter. Okay, Michelle thinks, one more try – Sarah! Sarah is sure to be up for it because she is also divorced and her children are teenagers. But once again, “I’d love to, but both girls are home tonight and I haven’t spent much time with them.”

It occurs to Michelle just how much things have changed in the dating scene. Her friends have moved on and going out just isn’t the same as it was in her 20s. She pours herself a glass of wine and wonders she’ll ever meet someone.

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The Art of Arranging Flowers revolves around Ruby Jewell, the town florist. She has owned her shop for a couple of decades and is the go-to person to solve any situation that life may bring. Using flowers and colors, Ruby provides a holistic approach to help aid the members of her community, all while still suffering from the loss of her sister many years ago. As new people begin to enter Ruby’s life, she realizes she can’t hide behind her flower counter forever.

by Nicole McManus

This book screams unique, from the old fashioned cut pages to the plot lines, and it won’t let readers down. Short, easy to read chapters will have readers turning the page quickly. Though some may expect this to be just another sweet romantic story, this book covers a wide range of topics from cancer and alcoholism to abandonment. The author uses Ruby’s own inner pain and her uncanny knack of reading people to help bring light to these sensitive topics.

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The poetic prose brings a bit of majestic beauty that matches the eccentric characteristics of this small MKTG122062_GRADYS_N.indd 1 2/11/2015 4:17:27 PM town. Fans of Southern literature will want to take note of this author and this book. This month’s issue of Sasee is all about growth and gardening, so how could I not pick up a book with the word “Flowers” in the title. As I started reading, I embraced how each of the characters not only grew in the story, but also in my heart. While reading, I took a ton of notes on what colors and which flowers I needed to incorporate into my home. I used to volunteer making flower arrangements in a hospital where I grew up, but I never knew the meaning Nicole McManus loves to read, to the or “usage” that each special bloom had. After reading this point that she is sure she was born with a book, I can’t wait to get my hands in the dirt this spring book in her hands. She writes book and put my newly found knowledge into action. reviews in the hopes of helping others

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A Member of the Club by Patricia Wahler

When yet another friend announced she would soon be a grandmother, I forced a smile. She was only the latest in a list of people bursting with similar news. Sometimes it seemed as though every acquaintance of my generation had become a grandparent. Some of them wore necklaces that sparkled with the birthstones of each grandchild, while others plastered social media with shots of darling newborns and toddlers wearing cherub smiles. Veteran grandparents detailed the excitement of a calendar filled with Little League games, camping trips and school plays. It was as though they all were members of some private club that I hadn’t been invited to join. You see my husband and I could only claim two grand-dogs and three grand-cats. Even though I’m definitely an animal lover, this development was not exactly what I had in mind for my golden years. We have two grown children, and at times it’s been hard to prevent myself from tapping my foot. Would they ever start producing kids? Our son married a few years ago. He and his bride both have careers requiring more travel than time at home. Consequently, we were informed early on that this would be a childless-by-choice marriage. Time has not changed their opinion. This knowledge left us with only one other hope for potential grandparenthood…our daughter, Jessica. Jessica became engaged fresh out of college. We planned a large and beautiful wedding. But as is often the fate of young marriages, the union swiftly dissolved. Time went on, and Jessica became a little older and wiser. When she met someone else, things progressed slowly until they both decided making the relationship a permanent one felt like the right thing to do. Yet this time there was an added twist. He had two children from a previous marriage. At this news my eyes widened, and my spirit soared. On the day I got to meet the 11 and 9 year old boys for the first time, my grandmotherly instincts nearly ran wild. I ached to grab them both up into a huge bear hug. However, I knew such obvious tactics would never work. It takes patience to build rapport. At the beginning, our conversations were mostly one-sided. They didn’t know me well enough to do a lot of talking. But it wasn’t long before I discovered Austin liked to play hockey, and Landon loved to fish. I knew our relationship was heading in the right direction when Jessica told me the boys had approached her wondering what to call us. She asked them what names they wanted to use. The boys thought about it and finally came up with G-pa and G-ma. Given they already had two sets of biological grandparents I


couldn’t have been more thrilled they had decided to give us titles of our very own. With no experience to rely on, we dived in and started to behave exactly like what we felt we had become…instant grandparents. So we attended Austin’s hockey games. We took Landon fishing in the lake behind our house. I no longer held back from bestowing grandmotherly hugs and kisses. In every way we interacted with them as though they’d been ours from birth. I felt like a full-fledged, card-carrying grandmother. People claim it’s a challenge to become either a step-parent or a stepgrandparent. They warn there won’t be as close a bond. That it’s not possible to feel the same way as you would with biological children. My experience has been quite the opposite. I’m proud of the two wonderful youngsters who came into our lives and love them just as fiercely as any biological grandparent would. The boys are smart, funny and, by all indications, seem to like us too. After all, how could it be anything but a bonus and a blessing to have a few more people in your life to love and who love you in return? There’s no way of knowing whether or not Jessica’s marriage will bring any additional children, but it really doesn’t matter. I’m now officially a member of the club. I have two grandchildren to love, spoil and enjoy. And for the record, I never insert the word “step” when talking about my grandchildren. That’s because the only kind of steps we’ll ever Patricia Wahler is an award winning writer have at our house are the ones with work appearing in many national and connecting the family room to local publications. She ponders the world of the basement. critters, writing and life’s little mysteries at

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Julie Almeida: Seaside Furniture Gallery & Accents

Give us a few sentences about YOU. I grew up in North Myrtle Beach and went to high school here. I played on the soccer team and still love the game. After I married, we moved to Atlanta – I was working for Damon’s Restaurant. From there, I was transferred to Massachusetts and finally made it back home.

Both of my parents have passed away, but my brothers and sisters still live in the area. There were six of us – three boys and three girls. We were like the Brady Bunch! One of my brothers works with me today – he is the reason I got into this business in 2001. Outside of work, what do you most enjoy doing? I enjoy crafts and being creative when I have the time. I paint furniture, and there are several tables in the store that I painted and decorated. My sons and I like going to the movies, and I try to take them snow skiing when I can. What is your favorite flower or plant? Why? I love bearded iris, the colors, the appearance, everything about this flower appeals to me. I also love Boston ferns; they are messy, but so gorgeous. My mother used to divide them every year and start new pots, so now I do the same. Do you have children? What’s your favorite thing about being a parent? I have three boys: Marcio is 20, Brandon is 18 and Christian is 16. The boys’ father is from Brazil, and all three have spent time there learning the language and culture.


I love watching my children grow and seeing the decisions they make. I used to hold them in my arms, and now I can barely fit my arms around them they’re so big. Being called Mamai, which is Mom in Portuguese, is very special.

Seaside Furniture Gallery & Accents has been serving the Grand Strand since 2001. What keeps your customers coming back year after year? Our customers love our personal service: we always say “Hey” when they come in and thank them for their business. Also, I’m fortunate to have the best staff on the Grand Strand. Seaside Furniture originated in Calabash in 2001 and soon after we opened a store in Myrtle Beach. Then, in 2006, we consolidated the stores and opened here in North Myrtle Beach. In 2010, we became Seaside Furniture Gallery & Accents, and two years ago, we added an additional 5,000 square feet of showroom. Our customers have fun coming in and seeing what’s new. We get new merchandise nearly every day! I especially love when repeat customers bring in family and friends. We have the best prices for the highest quality products, and everything here can be delivered to you on the same day. Seaside Furniture Gallery & Accents is located at 521 Highway 17 N. in North Myrtle Beach and is open Monday - Saturday 9 am-6 pm and Sunday 1-5 pm. Contact Julie and her staff at 843-491-5553 or visit


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In the Meantime by Diane Stark

“Mom, can we get a box of mini muffins?” My daughter, Julia, asked during a recent shopping trip. “Jules, that box is over three dollars and there aren’t enough packages for everyone in our family.” She sighed. “I wish we had fewer kids in our family. My friend’s mom buys these muffins for her breakfast all the time.” “But if she’s an only child, that box lasts a whole week. It wouldn’t be enough for one morning at our house.” “Like I said, I wish we had fewer kids.” Her statement is an often-repeated one in our home. A few weeks ago, my other daughter, Lea, wanted to invite a friend to go to the movies with us. “I’m sorry, Honey, but there’s not room in the car for anyone else,” I said. “We have a seven passenger SUV, and there are seven people in our family.” “Why can’t we drive two cars?” “Because that’s not very convenient. We’re going to make it just us this time.” She sighed. “I wish we had fewer kids in our family.” My kids aren’t the only ones who occasionally feel this way. A few days before my last birthday, my husband, Eric, asked me what I wanted for a gift. “Oh, the thing I want most is something I can’t have,” I said. Eric’s expression turned to one of horror. “Please tell me you don’t want another baby.” “Oh, no, five kids is enough.” I smiled wistfully. “The thing I want most is my own office, but there’s not room in the house for that.” Our family is blessed with a large home, but we’re also blessed with a large family. Our house has four bedrooms, plus a large loft area. Right now, my two older sons have their own rooms and my daughters share a room. Eric and I have a bedroom, of course, and right now, our youngest son sleeps in the loft. (Well, that’s where his bed is. All too often, his body finds its way into our bed, sometime in the wee hours of the night.) Eric nodded. “I know you want your own space to write, Honey, and it will happen in a few years.” Our oldest son is almost 20 and the next oldest child is 16, so we could have some free bedrooms in the house in the relatively near future. But if our oldest moves out, my daughters would want their own rooms. And Nathan can’t sleep in the loft forever. Having my own office, it seemed, was still a long way off. I dreamed of decorating my space with inspiring writing quotes, and I imagined the amazing things I could produce if I only had my own office in which to work. (Right now, I am sitting in bed, typing on a lap top, which is propped up with my husband’s pillow. And I just know this essay would be far more fabulous if I had my own office in which to write it.) But, for the time being at least, my dream would remain just that. Recently, the DJ on the radio was talking about a smart phone app he’d just


downloaded. It was called “The Legacy Countdown.” You enter your child’s graduation date, and it counts down how many days or weeks until that date. It is designed to help parents remember that our time with our children is finite. They won’t live under our roofs forever, and our time to influence them is fleeting. The non-techie version of this is to count how many weeks until graduation and then put that many marbles in a jar. When you remove a marble each week, it will remind you that we don’t have forever with our kids. As I listened to this, I thought about my own children. I’ve got one child in college, two in high school, one in middle school, and my youngest is in kindergarten. That means I’ve got roughly 120 weeks left with my high schoolers before they graduate. It might sound like a lot, but time seems to slip through my fingers like sand. How many times had I wished away the days until the weekend? Allowed a Tuesday to pass in a blur of laundry and errands? How many Tuesdays did I have left with them? In 120 weeks, three of my children may no longer live under my roof. (They are more than welcome to, but the reality is that they may not.) In 120 weeks, I might not see them every day. They won’t come in from the school bus, anxious to have a snack and share their days with me. They won’t leave their socks on the floor and ask me what’s for dinner. They may not be here to tuck in at night. Suddenly, I didn’t want any empty bedrooms in my house. I didn’t care about my office. I just wanted more time with my babies. A few nights later, I found my husband rearranging our bedroom furniture. He’d created an empty space in the corner and placed a small desk there. On the desk sat my lap top, a jar of my favorite colored pens, and a framed picture of us. A corner office. Just for me, in the corner of our bedroom. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him. “Thank you, Baby.” “I won’t be able to give you a real office for a few more years,” he said, “but I thought this would be nice in the meantime.” In the meantime. He was talking about my 120 weeks. The phrase “in the meantime” is often used to describe a period of waiting for something better to happen. But I can’t spend mine just waiting. It’s too important for that. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my little corner office. I’ll make memories with my children. I’ll remove a marble each week and remember to make the most of each day. No, each moment. In the Diane Stark is a wife and mom of five. She loves to write meantime. about her family and her faith. Her essays have been published in over 20 Chicken Soup for the Soul books.

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“When are you two going to have a baby?” I asked my son over the phone, unable to keep from voicing the urgent question in my mind. I had just returned from lunch with my friends. They all had grandchildren – adorable, sweet infants and toddlers. One grandbaby had his grandfather’s eyes; another had her grandmother’s smile. And then there were the twins – twins! I was just asking for one cute, healthy, cuddly, little baby! “When WE decide, we will let you know,” my son replied with obvious irritation. I backed off, embarrassed. But, not embarrassed enough. I called my daughter. “We have two dogs and two cats. That’s all the kids we need right now. Just think of them as your grandchildren. Herbie got all A’s on his doggy daycare report card. Winston needs improvement. There. Does that fill the void a bit?” No, I thought, but I knew I might have to live with it. “I’ll send you some new pictures of them.” I could hear the amusement in her voice. So, I continued to look at and admire my friends’ cell phone pictures and video clips, “oohing” and “aahing” over their pride and joys, wishing I could whip out a photo of my own. Finally, one day, the call came from my son and his wife. A baby was on the way. They sent an ultrasound image – the gritty gray screen showed only a body part, but it was beautiful! I couldn’t wait to pull out my cell phone to show the ladies a sneak preview of the gift that was to arrive. After the initial excitement, a frightening medical problem presented itself. There were months of anxiety, day to day, week to week. We collectively held our breath, afraid to exhale. Our granddaughter arrived early…and perfect. Ten beautiful fingers and ten beautiful toes. In the words of William Shakespeare (quoted by my daughterin-law), “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” It became our mantra. When Addie turned four months old, I flew to Boston to get my baby fix and, of course, as many pictures as I could take. As it turned out, our blue-eyed, red headed wonder was a happy baby, crying only when she was wet, hungry or ready for bed. A cry because of a wet diaper turned to a huge smile the moment she was placed on the changing table. She knew! Have I told you that she is brilliant as well as adorable? I pushed my son and daughter-in-law out of their house for dinner and a movie. I couldn’t wait to get them out the door so I could have my granddaughter to myself. I tucked her into the nook of my arm and traced her tiny features. She


wrapped her hand around my finger and held on tight. I gave her a bottle and told her stories of her daddy as she gazed into my eyes. She stopped sucking from time to time to smile at me, pulling those heartstrings that would tie her to me forever. My last day with them, I dressed Addie in her cutest outfits and took pictures. I filled my camera with her face from every angle. Leaving her was so hard. How I wished I could see the myriad of changes to come, first hand. On the plane home, I clicked through the pictures over and over again, holding on to that warm, fuzzy feeling. Now that I had this precious gift, how was I going to nurture our special relationship long distance? I adored her before she made her entrance into this world. How would she get to know her grandfather and grandmother if we only saw each three or four times a year? It made me sad. What were we going to do? I just received an email, and I can’t wait to open it. My granddaughter’s face will cover the screen. My son sends pictures of Addie on the computer and texts them to our cell phone. I get those coveted videos I have watched on other people’s phones. I could just burst with joy when I hear her giggle, see her crawl, and watch her turn the pages of her favorite books. We frequently FaceTime so we can see her and, she can see us. She seems to recognize our voices and reaches for the screen as if to touch our faces. We babble back and forth, and we always end our sessions with her smile. The wonders of technology! I think I have even seen a difference in my daughter’s attitude about babies as she gushes over her only niece. There’s a spark that wasn’t there before. I haven’t given up hope! And I have joined my friends, cell phone in hand, as we share the most recent photos of our favorite little people. But there Rose Ann Sinay is a freelance writer typare a few pictures with that look in ing away in sunny North Carolina. Her her eyes – the one she had when articles/stories have been published in she was cradled in my arms. I The Carolinas Today, The Oddville Press keep those – just for me. and The Brunswick Beacon.

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Bringing History to Life: Prince George Parish Plantation Tours

Lee Jones & Anne Hartis by Leslie Moore

Early in 1947, plans for the first Plantation Tours were being finalized by the women of Prince George Winyah Episcopal Church. For $1.50, tour goers departed the church’s Parish House at 3 pm on Friday, April 11th to walk the grounds of nine different Georgetown County plantations set on the Black and Pee Dee Rivers. This year’s co-chair, Lee Jones, said, “The women took some of the guests around in their cars during that first tour, due to the shortage of automobiles after WWII.” The founding committee raised $321, used for church repairs, and it was decided to continue the event the following year. In 1948, the tour was expanded to two days, set the last weekend in March and ran 9 am-5 pm both days. By 1950, guests could purchase box lunches prepared by the women of the church. (Think homemade pimento cheese and turkey salad sandwiches served with a generous slab of homemade pound cake!) Today, 68 years later, the Plantation Tours are an annual tradition for hundreds in our area and the only opportunity to see the grounds and interiors of some of Georgetown County’s most beautiful plantations and town homes. This year, 32 sites are on tour – 17 on Friday, March 27th and 15 on Saturday, March 28th. Some were on the first tour in 1947, a testament to the love our community has for this wonderful event. Putting the tours together is an enormous amount of work and requires dozens of volunteers, from the 15 committee members to docents for each home. Each year a chair is appointed, and last year’s chair serves as co-chair. Anne Hartis and her co-chair, Lee Jones, sat down with Sasee to talk about the tours and even gave us a sneak peak at a couple of this year’s tour sites. Georgetown resident, Anne Hartis, is an interior designer with 30 years of furniture and design experience. Originally from Winston-Salem, North Carolina, Anne did not begin her career as a designer. “I majored in math in college and my graduate degree is in counseling,” she began with a laugh. “I taught school at a military academy near High Point, North Carolina, and then I went to work as Director of Admissions for another school. When I lost my job, one of the school’s board members encouraged me to go to work in the furniture industry and helped me get a job.” Anne had been helping friends “fix” their homes for years, and her creative spark thrived in her new position. “I learned so much and was able to work with internationally known designers from all over the world.” Anne, then a single mom with one daughter, Kristen, moved to our area in 1989, two weeks before Hurricane Hugo. She eventually bought a house from Centex Homes and by chance met the area manager, Bill Hartis. Sparks flew, and the two were married in 1998. The newlyweds worked together renovating homes for resale until the building boom collapsed. At the time, Anne and Bill attended church in Murrells Inlet, but had recently moved from Pawleys Island to an older


home on Front Street in Georgetown, planning to rebuild their business. In the wee hours of the morning, not long after the couple had settled into their new home, an electrical malfunction caused the house to catch fire. Anne and Bill barely made it out alive and lost everything in a matter of minutes, including their beloved dog trapped in the sun room where the fire started. “A friend of mine went to the priest’s office at Prince George and asked him to come over to help,” Anne began with tears in her eyes. “We had just lost everything and were completely devastated. He gathered us in a circle in the front yard and had prayer. The entire community rallied around us – I was overwhelmed with gratitude.” Anne and Bill soon joined Prince George. “This church felt like home from the minute we walked in the door.” Today, Anne is firmly planted in Georgetown. Her work schedule allows time for volunteering, playing tennis, enjoying her rescued pets and, of course, spending lots of time with her three grandchildren, Nixon, Beleu and Knoles. When she was asked to chair this year’s Plantation Tours, she jumped at the chance to give back to the community and church she loves. Lee Jones, a teacher at Prince George Preschool, and her husband Lee (yes, you read that correctly) are both Carolina natives – she’s from the North state and he’s from the South. Affectionately known as “She Lee” and “He Lee,” the couple met through a friend when She Lee was a sophomore at Converse College, and He Lee was attending the Citadel. She transferred to the College of Charleston for her junior year and the couple married after graduation. They stayed in Charleston for He Lee to complete medical school and then spent three years in the Air Force. “We came to the area in 1990 when Lee joined a local medical practice and settled in Pawleys Island,” Lee began. “Another doctor’s wife brought me to church here, and I knew immediately this is where I belonged. We’ve been active members ever since.” The two Lees have two children, Tripp and Anne. While the children were growing up, Lee worked with the church to plan a preschool, and when the school opened in 1997, she took the job teaching the 4 year olds. Both children are now married, and Lee has one grandson, Maxwell. “I spent six weeks with my son and his wife in their home in Denver, Colorado, after Maxwell was born. They are both in the medical field and needed to go right back to work, so I was able to help. I really didn’t want to come home! Anne and her husband live in Monterey, California, so now I travel quite a bit!” Lee became involved with the Plantation Tours soon after joining the church, when she was asked to sell tickets. “This committee has become a generational thing; the older ones pass down the knowledge to the younger ones. We’ve come a long way – we now have our own website and again this year, an Oyster Roast and Pig Pickin’ on Friday night.” As we walked through the elegantly furnished Charlotte Ann Allston House, circa 1815-16, Lee and Anne shared a little information about this incredibly ornate home. It had deteriorated almost beyond repair when Mr. and Mrs. Steve Rothrock bought the property and did an extensive renovation of this “Folk Style” Victorian home. The original house had many additions and changes between 1899 and 1908, changing it from a modest early 19th century home to the Victorian style favored at the turn of the 20th century. We were also able to visit the beautiful Rosemont Plantation, owned by the Right Reverend and Mrs. C. FitzSimmons Allison. Rosemont was a part of the original Georgetown tract granted by the Lords Proprietors to the Perrie family, but changed hands several times before being bought around 1825 by Benjamin Alston for his grandson, Joseph Benjamin Pyatt. When Pyatt married, he had his home built on the plantation while away on his honeymoon. That same year, the plantation produced 570,000 pounds of rice. The original house burned in 1894,

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The Grandma Angels by Katie O’Connell

Her fever was high, and I was beginning to worry. It is hard enough comforting a sick child in the light of day, but in the middle of the night when you’re exhausted, your mind fabricates a full buffet of worries. How dangerous was this? What if it went higher? What if…? My daughter was just over two years old. A lively, chatty little thing with wispy blond hair and blue eyes full of two year old curiosity, she expressed herself well for her age. This sickness had changed her whole demeanor, and my spunky girl could do little but whimper and sleep. The fever had come on hard, but my neighbor friend, an M.D. who generously answered neighbor’s questions…especially nervous new mothers’ questions…assured me that alternating the Tylenol and Motrin every few hours should do the trick. That was fine until night fell, and I woke to her feverish crying again. My husband, just off from several days of overtime shifts, was sleeping soundly, so I turned off the baby monitor, grabbed my robe, and rushed to her side, fear jolting me awake. Fear seemed to be my dominant emotion during this new adventure called motherhood. Our dream of a child had taken many years to become a reality, and my husband and I traversed through some heartbreaking terrain before our daughter arrived. Cancer had taken both of our mothers by then, and age had taken our grandmothers as well. I’d taken to calling all of the women we had lost our “Grandma Angels.” I wanted my daughter to know the women who had shaped us, so I’d compiled photos in a brightly colored “Who Loves Baby?” book and carefully pointed out my mother, my husband’s mother, our grandmothers, telling stories about each one and referring to them as the Grandma Angels. When I was at a loss in parenting, I’d call out to them. “Please Grandma Angels, I don’t know how to calm this crying baby!” or “Send me strength, Grandma Angels. I am so exhausted.” These were private pleas, said in my heart, but they made me feel supported. Between my worries and our heavily dog-eared copies of every babyraising tome on the market, we felt we were parenting a bit by the seat of our pants. It felt good to know there might be some angels on our side, too. That night when I raced to my daughter’s room, she was shivering and perspiring at the same time. My hand shook as the thermometer registered 103.4. It was an hour before her next scheduled dose of medicine. Should I wake my husband? Do we need to go to the ER? What if, as my What to Expect book said, she had a seizure? Holding my limp little girl in the rocking chair, I poured over my baby books, trying to read the tiny print in the nightlight’s glow, but there wasn’t any new information. Not knowing what else to do, I wrapped us in a blanket, and started singing, rocking and praying. Sitting in the nights’ darkness, feverish daughter on my lap, I called to the Grandma Angels with all my heart. To my daughter, I sang lullabies, to the wise women who’d gone before me, I prayed, “Please. Please


help me know what to do. Please send me your wisdom and courage!” My daughter drifted back to sleep, and at some point, I did as well. I woke in the chair to my daughter’s voice, loud and clear. “Look Mama! Grandma angels!” My little sweetheart, so limp with fever earlier, was sitting upright in my lap, eyes bright and clear, pointing toward an empty corner of the room. I shook my head to clear it. “What, honey?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep and my mind racing to understand where I was and why. “Grandma angels! Look, mama!” Her pudgy little finger kept pointing while I struggled to understand. More concerned about the fever, I felt her forehead. Cool and dry, not the clammy dampness I last remembered. Her cheeks weren’t as flushed, and the only thing out of order was the crinkly crease imprinted on her soft baby cheek where she’d slept against my pajamas. “You see the Grandma angels, honey?” I asked. She nodded, smiling, looking at the same corner, not me. Just as quickly she lost interest in her pointing, looked back at me and smiled. It was the first real smile I’d seen in a couple of days. I had my happy little girl back. Her fever was completely gone the next day. In the morning she excitedly told her Daddy all about the visit from her Grandma Angels and how they made her better. I asked questions, but her story never changed, and she always had the sweetest look on her face as she recalled it. As time passed, I periodically asked her if she remembered when the Grandma Angels came to see her, and for a few years she could retell it. But somewhere around age five she said she couldn’t remember the story and asked me to tell it to her. It was a sad moment for me, but I knew the story well, even if it was now told from my perspective. I can’t, after all, understand what she saw or felt during that dark night, but know in my heart the Grandma Angels gave both of us the love and care we needed, first by visiting my daughter, but Katie O’Connell is a former middle school teacher and more importantly, a mother of two who lives and writes in the Chicago affirming to a area. Her work can be seen in the Chicken Soup for the frightened new Soul anthologies, as well as local newspapers and publimother that she cations. Katie also has a children’s book in development. wasn’t truly alone.

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A Motherhood I Never Saw Coming by Kate Callihan

Thinking about the experience now conjures up all kinds of emotions, both joyful and ones of sorrow. You see I’m a mere eight weeks into a motherhood I never saw coming. My sweet little boy dealt his daddy and me the surprise of a lifetime. Our son, Pace, was diagnosed at birth with Down syndrome. While my pregnancy was by no means uneventful, we fully expected a perfectly healthy little boy when I went into labor on the last Friday of this past summer. When I pulled his body from mine later that night I was instantly hooked. For a girl who didn’t always think of herself as mother material, I had a fierce connection to this tiny human from the get-go. I used to say that motherhood, for me, began when the heartbeat in my belly became infinitely more important to me than the one in my chest. That only became truer when I saw his face for the first time and held him in my arms. We were completely in love and ecstatic to finally meet him. But I knew something else was coming for us. Sure enough, just twelve hours later , we were left sitting on my hospital bed, heartbroken and more terrified than we could process. We were given the news of Pace’s diagnosis and then sent home to begin our new life. What should have been a time of joy and excitement was also dark and stormy. The next week or two would bring the kind of tears I’d never cried before. Never in my life had my tears taken my feet out from under me, taken the breath from my lungs to the point that I could only sink to the floor of the shower and weep. I was grieving for a son I had not actually lost, but letting go of the baby I had always imagined. Would my baby never be the captain of the football team? Would my son never drive or get married or have babies of his own? My heart broke over and over again to think of such things that might no longer be in store for him…for us. Rest easy, this part didn’t last too long in the grand scheme. It would take me a few weeks to really see the light, to begin to understand that I had known this little boy all along. The tears dried up, and the drama of it all settled down. In the place of fear came the realization of the beauty that he brought with him into the world. His arrival, along with his diagnosis, showed me sides of myself and my loved ones I’d otherwise never have known. He would bring forth courage and resilience to us all. He would call upon us to show support to each other like we’d never had to do before. In two short months he has changed my family for the better. Holding Pace softens my mother like little else can. She and my sister and father, along with so many other friends and family, showed up for us so quickly; we had a world of help before we’d even asked. My admiration and respect for our “village” is enormous. And my loving husband. Pace showed me just what kind of man I had married. My son allowed me to see that I had married a hero and a man


born to be a dad. His calm spirit and gentle strength picked me up off of the shower floor. He held me up until I could do it myself. And I did. With each new morning I’d pick up that sleepy baby and fall more in love with his face, his hands, even his cry. Less and less I cared about what might be down the road. All that mattered was his smile, and the way he made me feel when we locked eyes. There was no drastic turning point in the way that I felt, just a quiet venture down a sunnier road to a destination of hope and optimism. Before I even stopped to think about the change that was happening, I was smiling and laughing and enjoying motherhood more than I could have ever dreamed. After all, we had a beautiful baby boy to love and cherish. What more could any mother ask for than that? So he will have challenges to overcome and special needs of his own; who doesn’t? Our family will have hardships and triumphs; whose won’t? You see, I came to understand that Pace’s diagnosis didn’t change things all that much. A child’s birth most certainly changes everything you thought you knew, but Down syndrome doesn’t. The truth is we can never know what is around the corner for us. We will all have events which will alter our lives that we could not possibly have expected. That’s okay. All we can do is live for each day and truly be where our feet are. Be thankful for your child and for the love of your family. Appreciate those who show up for you and for the things that life throws your way. Whatever those things are…say yes. What once seemed scary and difficult will soon be beautiful again. Give it time. Let the emotions come that must. Cry out the tears as there is nowhere else for them to go. Motherhood is probably never quite what we think it will be. For me it’s better than I thought. Perhaps walking through darkness allows us to appreciate the light. Would I have asked for a child with Down syndrome? No, probably not. But would I trade him? Not for the whole world. This motherhood was a surprise, that’s true. But also a true gift.

Kate Callihan Born and raised in Richmond, Virginia, Kate is a 29 year old new mother of a two month old boy with Down syndrome. She loves coffee more than wine, running more than shopping, and her little family more than life itself. Contact Kate through her blog,

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Donita Johnson: Homespun Craft & Antique Mall

Give us a few sentences about YOU. I am originally from North Carolina, but I’ve lived here for 36 years. This is home. We always had a place here while I was growing up and as soon as I graduated, I moved to the beach. I’ve been married to my husband, Nathan, for 14 years – he and my brother run an HV/AC business.

Outside of work, what do you most enjoy doing? I love sewing, crocheting, crafts – and taking care of my grandbaby! In the summer we enjoy boating and fishing –we usually go out from Murrells Inlet. What is your favorite flower or plant? Why? African Violets are my favorite. Did you know you can start a brand new plant from a leaf? I love that about them, and they’re beautiful. I have other house plants I love, too. We do have a vegetable garden every year. Nathan does most of the work, and he cans and preserves the vegetables we harvest. Do you have children or grandchildren? What’s your favorite thing about being a parent? I have one daughter, Kodi, and one son, Aaron. Both of them live in the area. Kodi has a daughter, Ella, who is three years old, and we all adore her. Nathan and I are able to babysit a lot; she goes to preschool every morning, but we keep her in the afternoons while Kodi works. It’s like raising my daughter all over again. If we don’t


see her for a couple of days, we really miss her. Of course, when Nathan’s around, her Poppy, no one else exists. Ella really loves her Poppy!

Homespun is one of the area’s favorite shopping spots –what keeps customers coming back time after time? Do you have a lot of new vendors coming this spring? Homespun changes all the time – every day actually! You could come in one day and think you’ve seen everything and come back the next and find all kinds of things you didn’t see! We are always getting new vendors and products, and have a huge variety from antique collectibles to handmade artisan items to beauty products…you name it. People love our fabric collection, and now one of our vendors sells Wood Wick Candles; they are very popular. I worked for a Podiatry Group in Myrtle Beach for years, and ten years ago this business became available. My mom had operated a booth here from the time it opened, and we loved the place. I was so excited to operate my own business and have always loved crafts. It’s been so much fun – I never get tired of it! Homespun Crafters Mall is located at 114-A Hwy. 17 Business in Surfside. Contact Donita at 843-238-3622 or stop by the store Monday through Friday, 9 am-6 pm; Saturday, 10 am-5 pm and Sundays 1-5 pm. Homespun is closed on Sundays January through March.

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Big Families and Chicken Legs by Janey Womeldorf

Big families are loud and quirky. You either love it or hate it. I came from a family of six kids, so growing up, shouting was normal. I don’t mean arguing shouting, but shouting because you had something to say and everybody else was talking. With eight people in a household, fast-changing conversations fly across the room in all directions and pauses in conversation are few and far between. You learned to interrupt; if you didn’t, nobody would even know you were in the room. Everybody talking at once about multiple things is normal behaviour and usually happens in the kitchen: “Has anybody seen my glasses? Who ate all the bananas? What did the doctor say? I’m blocked in – you need to move your car. Who wants tea or coffee?” Even if the person you are talking to goes into a different room, you keep talking to them. Walls mean nothing to big families; neither do stairs. You just keep talking – but louder. When my husband first joined our family, he would keep waiting for the break in the conversation so he could share his thoughts. Hours would go by with ne’er a word from my beloved. At first, my family thought he was quiet until I informed them he just wasn’t quick enough. By the time he had thought about what he wanted to say and a break in the conversation presented itself, we had moved on to a different subject. It was such a shame; we’d been married ten years before he finally got a word in. He came from a family that didn’t interrupt: Admirable but conversationally stifling. When you are not used to a big family, if the noise doesn’t do your head in, the lack of privacy will. Our only toilet was upstairs in the bathroom which meant that when you took a bath, nobody else could use the toilet. Lest you wanted to climb out of the warm suds, walk naked across the cold floor, and stand outside, dripping wet in a towel because you could no longer tolerate your brother banging angrily on the door, it was in your best interest to holler down the stairs: “Does anybody need to go to the toilet, I’m having a bath.” I was 16 before I stopped announcing I was taking a bath. Challenges aren’t just limited to noise and privacy. In a family of eight, there is also no fair way to share a roast chicken. My sister still bears the scars of never getting the chicken leg. My Mum never wanted it, so Dad would have one and my eldest brother (and first born) would have the other. When my brother left home, the second leg should have gone to the next in line – my sister – but no, it went to the middle brother. I was fourth child down and a girl, so it never worried me – I knew I was never getting it anyway – but looking back, my older sister did have a point. The problem was that was all she had. We are both in our fifties now, and if we are food shopping and she spies a rotisserie chicken, she can’t resist. I


often wonder whether it’s the mouth-watering aroma of succulent, juicy chicken she finds irresistible or the fact it has two legs and she knows I’m vegetarian. Big families have their perks though: Multiple kids mean you always have enough for a team. This meant rarely having to bother Mum and Dad to play with us. At one point there were only five kids (all under the age of seven – what was Mum thinking?) but fortunately, after a few years’ hiatus, she got back on the reproduction bandwagon and delivered one more – thank goodness. Even at six years old, I knew that trying to make teams out of five people was not going to cut it. The icing on the child-bearing cake though was her final tally: Three boys and three girls. Does it get any better? I don’t remember the boys ever beating us at Mousetrap; they did rule the roost on Battleships though. You also learn to sleep or swim. I shared a bedroom with my two sisters and they could be drying their hair ten feet away, and I would sleep through it. Of course, tuning out noise was probably a self-defense mechanism, otherwise I’d have spent my entire childhood exhausted but even now I can pretty much sleep anywhere. Peace and quiet was not something we knew much about growing up. In fact, I first heard it when I left home, and it spooked me out. Maybe that’s why even to this day, I don’t like total silence. The first thing I do when I walk in the door is turn the radio on. Things are different now that I’m older; I now cherish my peace and quiet. (Is this a normal aging thing or a symptom of growing up in a large family?) But everything changes when we all get together – it’s noisy and I love it. Sleeping arrangements are nightmarish, and there are bags and shoes everywhere but it’s always memorable. It’s manic, it’s loud, mealtimes are madness, and clean up takes hours but underneath the shouting and chaos, a devoted web of love, shared memories, fights, and laughter connects us all. Old stories spill out and suddenly the fact that we had to get out of the bath to let someone use the toilet is hilarious. It’s weird to think how much we used to fight as kids because now I can’t get enough of my siblings. Here’s the thing I cherish about coming from a large family: You never truly feel lonely. In fact come to think of it, other than the fact our house was noisy which probably explains why the TV is always loud and both my parents wear hearing aids, I can’t think of too many downsides. Unless of course you like chicken legs.

Janey Womeldorf

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Allyson Good: Paint With A Passion

Give us a few sentences about YOU. Originally from Greensboro, North Carolina, I’ve been married for 3 1/2 years to Rick Good. We moved here for Rick’s business in 2013. I was an insurance agent and had never painted, but I had always wondered what it would be like to learn, so I went to a class. My first painting was so awful I threw it in the trash!

Outside of work, what do you most enjoy doing? Simple things: spending time with Rick, playing with our dogs, cooking and organizing at home. What is your favorite flower or plant? Why? The tulip is my favorite flower because of its simple, yet complex petals. The tulip shows resilience by continuing to grow even after you have cut its roots right out from under it! Now that’s a determined flower. Do you have children or grandchildren? What’s your favorite thing about parenting? We have three adult children; Ryan, 28, Stephanie, 24 and Ally, 22. Our granddaughter, Leila, is two and we’re expecting a grandson in May. There is not one specific thing I like the best – I think it’s a mixture of everything we experience as a family that makes it sweet. I get more joy watching our kids


achieve a goal or make a good decision than I ever thought possible. I like that I get to watch them live their life. At Paint With a Passion, how many people come into the studio who’ve never painted before? I would estimate that 30% of our painters have never painted on a canvas. About 95% of our classes start with blank canvases, and this is one of the things that make our classes so much fun! We never rush you or tell you that you can’t change a color. This is art, and you’re the artist – we encourage you to put your own special spin on your work. Plus, we want you to relax and socialize while you’re in class… as one of our painters put it, “This is THERAPY; it’s THERAPY!” One way to find out about our specials is to sign up for our newsletter by calling or going to our website – many times we put specials there that aren’t any place else. We’ve just started selling prepaid class packs for adult and child classes. You get discounts for buying five or ten at a time and have 12 months to use them. They make great gifts! Contact Allyson at Paint with a Passion at 843-353-1171 or visit

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Notes for Newcomers: Birds of a Feather by Phil La Borie

I’ve always loved watching birds – especially here in South Carolina, where there seems to be an endless supply of all colors and kinds. There’s also something very remarkable about their flights of fancy; the way they swoop and soar so effortlessly. The long and short of it is that I get a real kick out of looking at them and listening to them. However, since I’m not always certain what birds I’m looking at, from time to time, I consult my ancient bird book, Bird Guide: Land Birds East of the Rockies, by Chester A. Reed. The book was originally published in 1906 in Garden City, New York. (A town I spent considerable time in many years ago, and where I once saw an irate Blue Jay actually peck a lady on the top of her head! Ouch!) Since I’m now a resident of Garden City, South Carolina, it seems only right that I refer to the book once again. Even better than the book’s old green cover with its faded gilt title and bird illustration is the loving inscription, written in pale blue ink on an inside page; “To Anna from Mother, Christmas, 1955.” I can only wonder how much use Anna made of the book, but I like to think of her poring over it on a snowy morning somewhere in New England, perhaps with a brace of bright red Cardinals sitting on some snow-covered Evergreen boughs in the background. Even if Anna wasn’t all that interested, Mr. Reed’s book has been a wonderful help to me in identifying birds over the years. But since it’s seriously out of date, I decided that a trip to Huntington Beach State Park which is billed as “the best bird-watching location in South Carolina” was in order. My park experience was truly exceptional – it’s no wonder that the park plays host to more than one million visitors every year! According to Interpretive Park Ranger Mike Walker, “315 different species of birds have been seen here, that’s more than any other area in South Carolina.” Mike says, “The reason this location is so popular with our feathered friends is the huge diversity of habitat we have in a relatively compact area. We have everything from maritime forests, sand dunes and ocean beach to salt, freshwater, brackish and shrub marshes and even a rocky coastline. OK, so the ‘rocky’ coast is actually a man made jetty with a walkway that offers great ocean views, but the birds don’t care and think it’s a pretty cool spot to hang out.” He added that, “The two bird species we get the most questions about are the male Painted Buntings and the Roseate Spoonbills. They both sport incredible color, and folks want to know when they arrive, how long they’re in residence and where they can be seen. The Buntings arrive between the first and second weeks in April and leave in mid-September. They can most easily be seen at the feeders behind the Nature Center (which is a trip in itself, by the way).” “The Spoonbills usually arrive the first week in July, but sometimes come even earlier. They leave for points further south between September and the end


of November, and when they’re here can most easily be seen from the causeway when the fresh and salt water marshes are at low tide.” If you’ve ever seen these particular species in person or even pictures of them, you’ll understand why folks come from far and near to Huntington to see these and the amazing profusion of other birds in the park. In fact, when I checked out the parking lot, I saw license plates from as far away as Colorado, Iowa, New York, and Pennsylvania, as well as several vehicles sporting South Carolina plates. And it is still winter, also a great time to go birding. Then, armed with all these great facts and an amazing set of easy-to-adjust binoculars (if you’ve ever tried to use this instrument, you know how tricky finding a focus can be), Park Naturalist Danny Susral took me on a golf cart tour of the park. It was quite an experience! While it was freezing cold, the sun was out and so were the birds! I saw everything from a Bald Eagle sitting watch over his or her nest high in a dead tree overlooking the marsh to a Peregrine Falcon swooping low over the channel leading from the ocean to the salt marsh. As we were driving down the long driveway leading to Atalaya, the former winter home of Archer and Anna Huntington who founded the park; Danny told me, “At the right time of year you might even see Green Herons and Night Herons as well as a wide variety of Wood and Teal Ducks.” When I asked why so many folks were so interested in birding, he said that, at least in his case, it could be a once in a lifetime experience. “If you keep your eyes peeled, you might, just might see some species that you’ll never, ever see again. Some of these birds are just that rare.” I could go on and on about Huntington, but better yet, go see it for yourself. If you’re interested birding, the park offers guided walks every Wednesday at 10 am from March through October. If you’d like to learn what birds were sighted recently at Huntington, simply go to You can easily find the latest information. One last tidbit: Motoring down the driveway, I noticed several signs that read, “Feeding Alligators is prohibited!” My guide told me that since alligators aren’t the brightest bulbs in the chandelier, once they get an easy meal, they rather come to expect it. And, a visitor’s failure to produce a little snack on demand can sometimes lead to unpleasant consequences. Just something to keep in mind. Phil is a recent transplant to the Grand Strand; in a former life he was a Connecticut Yankee with a long history as a writer/creative director in the ad biz. He can be reached at

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Long Bay Symphony. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47

The Pink Cabana. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25

Shades & Draperies . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5

WEZV. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47

Millie’s . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29

Pounds Away of Myrtle Beach. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39

Shop the Avenues. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24


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The Art Museum’s 14th Annual Spring Home Tour, 10 am-4 pm, $40 in advance, a

Princess Gala to benefit American Red Cross, 8:30 am, themed breakfast, parade

“Healing Herbs with Medicinal Properties,” program by Patricia Crandall,

buffet luncheon at Dunes Golf and Beach Club is available, tickets for the luncheon are $17. For more info, call 843-238-2510 or visit

through the Market Common, red carpet entrance to princess movie, princess or prince costume required. For more info or tickets, visit

Winyah Bay Heritage Festival, Front St., Georgetown. For more info, call 843-833-9919 or visit



Love Allways, Murrells Inlet Community Theatre. For more info, call 843-651-4152 or visit

Gathering of the Green, 5-8 pm, Downtown Conway, music, games, silent auction, food. For more info, call 843-248-6260 or visit

Annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade and Moveable Feast, William (Billy) Baldwin & Festival, 9 am-4 pm, Main St. North Myrtle Lee Brockington discuss Heaven is a




“Diggin’ It” Spring Garden Festival,

Tea & Symphony, “In the Garden,” benefit-

Brookgreen Gardens, events throughout the day, free with garden admission. For more info, visit or call 843-235-6000.

ting Long Bay Youth Orchestra, 2-4 pm, Art Museum of Myrtle Beach, $40 per person. For tickets or more info, call 843-448-8379 or visit

A Red Cross Affair to Remember, luncheon, 68th Annual Prince George Plantation entertainment and fashion show, noon, Tours, Georgetown County, 9:30 am-5 pm. Dunes Club, Myrtle Beach, $40. For more $40 each day or $70 both days. Advance info about tickets or becoming a sponsor, tickets by mail only, 843-545-8291 or call 843-995-3472.

12-15, 19-22


Beach. Parade starts at 9 am. For more info, call 843-280-5570 or visit

Lowcountry Herb Society, 10 am, St. Peter’s Lutheran Church, Pawleys Island. For more info, visit

20 Beautiful Place, by Genevieve (Sister) Peterkin, 11 am, Tara Ballroom, Litchfield Beach & Golf Resort, $25. For more info, call 843-235-9600 or visit




featuring Jessica Lee, violin soloist SUNday, March 8, 2015 • 4:00 pm myrtle Beach High School music & Arts Center



SatUrday, april 11, 2015 • 7:00 pm myrtle Beach High School music & Arts Center

SatUrday, May 16, 2015 • 7:00 pm Trinity Church, myrtle Beach SUNday, May 17, 2015 • 4:00 pm All Saints Church, pawleys Island

A TRIBUTE TO jOHN DENvER SUNday, april 12, 2015 • 4:00 pm Winyah Auditorium, Georgetown









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Sasee March 2015  

“How They Live” Volume 14, Issue 3

Sasee March 2015  

“How They Live” Volume 14, Issue 3