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October 2015 Priceless

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The only difference between an extraordinary life and an ordinary one is the extraordinary pleasures you find in ordinary things.

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October 2015

Volume 14, Issue 9

Publisher Delores Blount

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Featured DIY or HAP? by Ann Ipock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 Sarah’s Garden by Catherine Gigante-Brown . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12 2015 Fall Bridal Guide . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19-36 Dog Days of Summer by Diane DeVaughn Stokes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38 Powwow at Camp Smooshabosom by T’Mara Goodsell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 37 Enough Stuff by Melissa Face . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40 Halloween Cats on the Prowl by Linda O’Connell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 44 Notes for Newcomers by Phil La Borie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 52 The One Euro Bin by Celina Colby . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54

In This Issue Read It! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 Urban Interiors: Robin Johnson . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 14 Southern Snaps: For the Love of Georgetown by Leslie Moore . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26 October Calendar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43 Hammock Shops: Jean Rothrock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46 Plain & Fancy: Linda Rogers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 Sassee Kids: Throw A Boo Bash . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 56


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Pen & Brush readers’ comments RE: “In Perfect Harmony,” by Rose Ann Sinay I can’t tell you how thrilled I was the see the article [by Rose Ann Sinay]…I have always loved those boys and “Bridge Over Troubled Waters.” Thanks… for writing the article. It was awesome! - Leslie RE: “When Skies are Grey,” by Melissa Face With a tear in my eye, I have to tell you, once I had a special needs student who could not speak much, but when I sang that song, he sang with me. Your story was great. -Rose Ann

letter from the editor We all have things that we love in our homes – some have tangible value and some are only important to us. After years of living in the same house, I have accumulated much more than I need and am ready to do some serious clearing away of unnecessary items-- for honesty’s sake, I’ll admit I’ve only just started and only one load has gone to the donation box. My little house is not ridiculously cluttered, but recently I’ve felt the need to lighten my load. In researching the best way to manage my “stuff,” I came across an article with some interesting advice to make the process much simpler. The author advises us to take each item we own, really look at it, and then decide if it brings you joy. If so, keep it, if not, then you can toss, donate or give it away. I decided to try this technique recently while cleaning bureau drawers and it really works! It made getting rid of the things I no longer need much easier. As I look around the rooms of my house, I can find a lot of things that bring me joy – photographs, my collection of green glass, the pieces of furniture that belonged to my mother, a pretty rock I found while on a fun mountain vacation; the list goes on and on. But, really, all of those “things” bring me joy because they invoke a good memory about where I was when I got the item, or who gave it to me, or who I was with when I bought it. It dawned on me that my favorite things are not really “things” they are memories – memories that are all associated with people I love.

RE: “Like a Rolling Stone,” by Erika Hoffman An experience vividly told that took me to a concert I would not have been able to attend. Erika’s charming essay is a delightful read. -Ann RE: “Singing from the Heart,” by Diane Stark What a great lesson your mom taught you, and what a great message you conveyed to us readers. You point out so eloquently that what really matters in any interaction with others is how you make the others feel. -Erika

Cover Artist Dmitry Spiros Waiting, by Dmitry Spiros Dmitry Spiros, a Russian contemporary impressionist artist, was born in Tashkent, one of the former USSR republics, and lived there until 1998. From 1998 through 2010, Spiros lived with his family in Russia, in the city of Samara. The artist currently resides in the popular resort city of Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico. He is married with two children. The subjects of his paintings are mostly city scenes, genre paintings, the sea, flowers, and portraits, created using the medium of the palette knife, oils, and acrylic paint. The artist is constantly finding new themes, subjects and creative approaches to use in his art. Today Spiros’ art is well loved and appreciated by the public. His paintings are in private collections in many countries of the world. To see more of his work, visit his Etsy shop,,, or find him on Facebook.

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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.”

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DIY (Do It Yourself) or HAP (Hire a Professional)? By Ann Ipock “Yarden” is a term my sister, Cathy, made up because the two things -- yard and garden -- are almost indistinguishable at her home -- and mine, for that matter. We often share pass-along plants, news of plant sales and unusual plant finds. I’ve always loved gardening -- I once wrote a column titled “The $$$$ Salad” for Sasee -- but this summer I’ve gone beyond the usual potted cukes and tomatoes, rescued $3 plants and transplanted passion vine babies. In fact, this summer I’ve nearly lost my mind -- or pretty nearly -- on the largest gardening project of my entire life! The problem was I had faith in DIY, followed by Pinterest, followed by giving full attention to well-meaning store clerks. But what started out as a simple idea in theory exploded into a dragon-breathing octopus; each tentacle representing a new problem created by an existing one. Are you with me? Why didn’t I leave well enough alone? I mean, last summer my DIY project was a complete failure (but I had forgotten about that, evidently). Convinced I could once again have the lush green yard surrounding our brick bungalow when we moved in almost nine years ago, the one that stopped traffic -- wait! That was me who stopped traffic: butt up in air, wearing a pink visor, tank top, short-shorts and flip-flops. Yes, I look like a fool when I garden. Duh. In my quest a year ago to rebeautify our home, on my hands and knees and using lots of elbow grease, I single-handedly “plugged” centipede grass in all the spots that were bare. About 90% of our yard. This was due to a season of unusual menaces: heavy snowfall, prolific weeds, multiplying moles and feisty fire ants. But y’all, this was not my first rodeo, er, repair, either. I’ve done it successfully in other yards we’ve owned. Plus, way back in the 1960s, working side-by-side with my avid, yard-man father, who was just trying to keep me out of trouble, I persevered. All I remembered then was it was hot as blue blazes, and the job was back breaking. All I remembered last summer was the exact same thing. The main difference: the results. One worked, and the other one didn’t.

So I cut my losses, learned my lesson and kicked the DIY idea to the curb. Temporarily, that is. I hired an experienced landscaper to lay centipede sod. Though it was terribly expensive and the first water bill equaled a car payment, it was well worth it. And now, boy, do our flowers “pop” -- yellow black-eyed Susans, purple lavender, red gerbera daisies, pink salvia, and pink and purple coneflower. Especially since having a beautiful English cutting garden and a neglected dying yard is like wearing $3 thrift store jeans, torn and faded, with $400 Manolo Blahnik heels. Come to think of it, that’s the latest style. Never mind. But back to this summer’s DIY failure. Two words: brick patio. That’s right. Sounds simple, rolls off your tongue. Heck it’s an American icon, and I wanted one. So, hub Russ and I did our research. We actually watched a DIY video together. Twice. Then we drove over to Lowe’s and made a deposit of several hundred dollars. We followed the instructions. Russell raked up all the old mulch, pine straw and debris. But guess what was lurking underneath? Hint: it was at least 81” in diameter. (No. Not really. That’s my dyslexia kicking in). It was at least 18” in diameter. A huge pine tree stump. Back to Lowe’s to buy an axe. No can do, Russell said. Even our son-in-law, who is quite muscular, worked on it. Back to Lowe’s for a chisel. Still no progress. Back to Lowe’s for a small electric chain-saw. That did the trick. Stump gone. Next, twenty bags of sand were spread, then leveled (ahem!) by Russell. Next, brick pavers were laid and finally, he finished it off with red bricks on all four sides. More sand was swept in at the cracks. Beautiful! We stood back and admired our handiwork. Took pictures. Accepted congrats from the neighbors. Then we realized it was not level. It was cockeyed, sort of like ocean waves, uneven and undulating. After that, we came to our senses and hired the aforementioned landscaper to, basically, (I hate to say this) redo the patio. Now it’s perfect. As we sit at our new table and chairs from Lowe’s (lovely red seats against our rust-stained privacy fence), red geraniums in a clay pot atop the table and sip Mimosas, we absolutely agree on one thing: paid professionals are used for a reason. I’m now a converted fan to Hire a Professional!

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Ann Ipock, the first Sasee hat recipient, is the author of the “Life is Short”humor trilogy. She currently writes for four publications and lives in Wilmington, North Carolina, with her husband, Russell.

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message. The story is told by switching between the letters from Khaki and Jodi, flowing eloquently and revealing how Carolina came to be and even what may be in store for their future. This is my first book narrated through letters from the main characters. The premise of this story intrigued me, and I really enjoyed this fast, delightful read. The affection that Khaki has for everyone in her family shines through the pages. Dear Carolina is Kristy Woodson Harvey’s debut novel, and hopefully it won’t be her last. If you enjoy Southern Literature as much as I do, you’ll want to make note of this author.

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Sarah’s Garden

By Catherine Gigante-Brown On the surface, Sarah and I were the most unlikely of friends. Born in Wisconsin, a pastor’s kid, Sarah was brand new to my high school when we first met. Me, I was a lifelong Brooklynite, full of sharp edges. If we were flowers, I would be a rough, rugged rose, growing defiantly in a concrete garden, complete with thorns and a bad attitude, while Sarah would be a carpet of well-tended marigolds: sweet, sunny and kind. For some reason, Sarah and I gravitated toward each other at Fort Hamilton High School. Apart, we were misfits, but with each other, all of the missing pieces mysteriously fit together. I taught Sarah how to navigate the neighborhood with a native’s no-nonsense, stern, set jaw. She taught me how to embroider daisies onto my faded cut-offs. I taught Sarah how to eat Napoleon pastries on subway platforms with grace. She taught me how to make soup with herbs and tomatoes from her mother’s Brooklyn garden.   Yes, Sarah and I were very much like flowers; most young women are. But she was -- and still is -- the far nobler of the pair. She had a way with flowers and with people.   Somehow, in spite of ourselves, Sarah and I kept in touch over the years. I stayed in New York, attended a local college and learned how to be a writer. Sarah went to Midwest universities to learn how to help people walk again.   Physical therapy is the perfect career for Sarah: teaching school kids how to use their bodies after accidents or illnesses. They’re like the sprouts she so carefully tended, at first, in her little city garden outside of Madison, then on the land she and her husband Jim now have in the hills near Baraboo. I imagine the same determination goes into her work as Sarah puts into the things she grows.   Over the years, Sarah has sent me photos of her garden, and it’s always vibrant. She has a knack for helping things grow. When I moved into a row house, Sarah sent me bulbs to plant in my postage-stamp-sized

backyard. To my surprise, they flourished. Every winter, I think they’re lost and every spring, they return. When my mother died, Sarah sent me a heart-shaped wreath made of flowers from her garden. She even dried them by hand. Her note explained that the wreath was created both in memory of my mother and in celebration of my new love. Sarah’s wreath hung in the entrance of Peter’s and my new home until it literally fell apart.   Whenever we see each other, it’s like Sarah and I never left each other’s side. Many things have changed in the 40 years since we first met in high school -- including us -- but our friendship has only grown stronger, like thick-barked trees that get better with age.   Before my birthday in October, or sometimes around Christmas, a long, slim box arrives by FedEx. I immediately know what it is: big, fat, cloves of garlic from Sarah’s garden, braided at the stems. To an ItalianAmerican like me, it’s manna from heaven. Every time I peel and chop the pungent garlic, I think of my old friend. I love the feeling that I’m taking all of that Wisconsin love and goodness deep inside, adding it to my spaghetti sauces, stews and casseroles, and feeding my family and friends with it.   When I started chemotherapy after my mastectomy two years ago, Sarah emailed me each and every morning to see how I was feeling. Even if it was just to say “Hi” or “Hang in there.” Sometimes the only thing that got me up and out of bed was the thought that there would be an email from Sarah waiting for me.   And after chemo was over, Sarah and Jim came to New York. She said it was to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, but I think it was mostly to celebrate my life and my health with me. While Sarah was here, hair began sprouting on my bald scalp, as delicate as new grass. That’s when I realized that I was one of the flowers in Sarah’s garden, too.

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Catherine Gigante-Brown is a freelance writer of fiction, nonfiction and poetry. Her works have appeared in Ravishly, Industry, Time Out New York, Essence and Seventeen. She cowrote two biographies for Prometheus Books and her short stories appear in fiction anthologies. Catherine’s first novel, The El, is available from Volossal Publishing.

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Tell us a little about yourself. I’m originally from High Point, North Carolina, but moved to Murrells Inlet seven years ago after marrying my husband, Winfield, who is an attorney with Bellamy Law Firm. We started our family immediately after we married and now have a gorgeous six year old daughter, Hanna, in first grade at Waccamaw Elementary. We’re also members of Belin Methodist Church in Murrells Inlet. Most of my family still lives in North Carolina, and I go back a good bit for holidays and furniture market. Winfield and I were married outside, on the water, in McClellanville, one of our favorite places. I love fabric and had Amy Butler prints made into table runners to add a modern twist of color for the big day. Several of the photos were published in two bridal magazines! When we can, we spend weekends in McClellanville and love to spend Thanksgiving there.      What is your favorite way to spend your birthday? What was one of your best birthdays? I love spending my birthday surrounded by family, crab legs and lemon icebox pie – occasionally the festivities will extend to an entire birthday week!  The best birthday ever was the year I found out I was going to be a mom.     Do you collect anything?  What?  Tell us about your collection. I don’t really collect anything, but I do have a soft spot for hand painted Italian dishes. I have my grandmother’s collection that she had shipped back from a trip to Italy, and I cherish them. She also passed along her family genealogy research that she had worked on for years. I have some wonderful old family photos and letters dating back to the 1800s. These are some of my favorite possessions.   What’s your favorite photograph in your home?  That’s easy -- a beautiful black and white portrait of Hanna taken around the age of four.   What’s your favorite thing about creating beautiful design? Why do clients keep coming back to Urban Interiors? For me, interior design is a creative outlet that when executed correctly thrills me on every level. There is no better feeling than seeing an excited client who enjoys the design process and loves the results. I think a lot of women today feel pressure to have the perfect home reflecting a catalog or website page they see on Pinterest or Houzz. As design ideas have exploded on social media, so have our expectations. My job is to create a space that meets the client’s design aesthetic while also considering kids, pets, husbands and budgets! With so many design choices in the market, I source products from all over to meet my customer’s needs. In addition to interior design, I also love event design – to me, creating the perfect dinner party or special event is very rewarding. These special occasions are memories that will last a lifetime. 


I started Urban Interiors in 2003 after spending the first ten years after college working for large furniture and textile companies and have learned that design is a very personal process. I do have a lot of repeat business, and I think clients keep coming back because I have earned their respect and trust for a job well done.    To see samples of Robin’s work, find her on Pinterest or Houzz, (a social media interior design site), or visit her website at To schedule a consultation, call 843-209-7851.

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Planning a destination wedding or having a lot of out of town guests? You’ll want to fill your welcome bags with the perfect gifts that reflect your wedding and let your guests know how much you appreciate their presence. Here are a few ideas:


Your Itinerary – Make sure your guests don’t miss one second of the fun you have planned. A detailed itinerary is a must! A Map of the Area – Sasee suggests using Strand Map Guide, one of the best area maps in print. Slip a copy into the bag and your guests will thank you! And, don’t forget a copy of Sasee!

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A Pashmina – Even the beach gets cool and an inexpensive pashmina is a great gift for the women on your list. Locally Made and Delicious – The Grand Strand has so many wonderful bakeries and sweet shops – treat your guests to something they can’t find at home.

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Aches and Pains – Include sample packs of aspirin, allergy medication and something for tummy upsets. Your guests will thank you.

Quench Their Thirst – Include something to drink – from sparkling water to a bottle of wine or locally brewed beer. A Great Tote Bag – Put all your goodies in bags that your guests can use again and again. While it’s not a good idea to put your name or date on the bag, you can find cute totes that match your wedding colors.


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For the Love of Georgetown: Nat Kaminski & Frankie Hills

Walking into The Kaminski House Museum feels like stepping back in time – the antebellum home has been preserved exactly as it was when Julia Kaminski donated it to her beloved City of Georgetown in 1972, giving residents and visitors a priceless gift, and one that thousands continue to enjoy every year. The Kaminski House Museum is much more than a museum; it is a gathering place for the town to enjoy concerts and special events, as well as an exquisite riverfront site for the many weddings held on the lawn each year. The rich history of Georgetown has been entwined with the Kaminski family since well before the Civil War. A member of the Kaminski family, Nathan “Nat” Kaminski, shared some of the fascinating history of this family the day we visited. Nat, a retired attorney, and his wife Marcia, also retired from a career in nursing, moved back to Georgetown after many years in Columbia, South Carolina, and have become involved with the Friends of the Kaminski House, the non-profit arm of the museum. Marcia serves on the Board of Directors and Nat donates his time and legal expertise as the non-profit’s attorney. “My great-grandfather, Hyman Kaminski, emigrated from Prussia in 1855,” began Nat. “One of thirteen children, he was sent to the United States at only 15 because he was thought to have the best chance of succeeding.” A Jewish family in Charleston took in young Hyman, and after working for merchants in Georgetown and Conway, Civil War broke out. “After the Civil War, my great-grandfather returned to Georgetown with one silver dollar in his pocket, one of only 80 men from the Georgetown Unit to survive.” Hyman Kaminski stayed in Georgetown and became a very wealthy merchant and property owner, with a dry goods store on the site of the Rice Museum that shipped goods throughout the state. He and his wife,


Charlotte, had four children and one is Nat’s grandfather, also Nathan. “Charlotte died when Hyman was in his 50s, and he remarried another local woman named Rose. They had one child, Harold, my great halfuncle. Harold and his wife, Julia bought the Kaminski House in 1938 and brought it back from disrepair,” Nat related. This wealthy Georgetown businessman served in WWII and as Mayor of the town. “My great-uncle died in the ‘50s from tuberculosis, but I remember spending time there as a child – Julia would have big dinner parties, and I had to sit quietly on a stool!” Nat’s family continued to thrive in Georgetown. His father, another Nathan, was actually born and raised in New York City, but when the Depression affected the family’s finances, Nat’s father came home to Georgetown and eventually restored a 1770s home in the historic district, the same house that Nat and Marcia live in today and the home where Nat spent his childhood. “I was raised in Georgetown and love living here.”

Southern Snaps The Kaminski House’s rich history attracts a strong and dedicated group of citizens who work tirelessly to preserve this house museum for generations to come. President of Friends of the Kaminski House, Frankie Hills, is a native of Georgetown, and has a passion for the history and beauty of the area that led her to become involved with the non-profit. “My husband, Jim, and I grew up here and were high school sweethearts at Winyah High School,” Frankie told me with a smile. After I graduated from college, we were married, and I moved to Clemson and taught school while Jim finished.” Frankie’s father worked for the town’s largest employer, International Paper. “Most of the people I knew growing up worked there.” Her mother worked for the county as the Delinquent Tax Collector and the family lived in the Maryville section of Georgetown. “In the ‘60s, people were leaving the Historic District, it wasn’t even called that then, and building ranch-type houses in the outlying areas. Front Street was mostly closed – I believe that’s why the Steel Mill was put where it is – and it offered so many jobs.” Frankie remembers her childhood years fondly, saying, “It was a wonderful place to grow up – we could walk everywhere, no one locked their doors and everyone knew everyone. It really was idyllic.”

Frankie and her husband lived away from Georgetown while they were raising their family and pursuing their careers, but the small town was always home. “After our two sons graduated from college, both went to Clemson, of course, Jim told me he was ready to go home.” The couple bought a home in the Historic District, built in 1765, and moved back to the place they both love. “I’ve always enjoyed history – we redid our home and tried to leave as much as possible of the original construction.” The couple love their home and community. “I have seven grandchildren living in the Charleston area, and when they visit, I like being able to let them play in the yard without worrying.” One of Frankie’s neighbors, Marcia Kaminski, asked her to serve on the Friends of the Kaminski House Board, and she agreed. That was four years ago, and now Frankie is the President, leading a hard-working, devoted group of volunteers in the preservation of this important piece of Georgetown’s history. “I’ve always had a passion for the downtown area of Georgetown and felt I could really help this wonderful House Museum.” While the house is owned by the City of Georgetown, there are no public funds for maintenance and restoration. “The house had not been maintained,” began Frankie, “and we started working with the City in finding ways to fund these projects.” With the help of grants, fundraisers and a skilled restorations contractor, a brick façade was removed that had

been added many years after the house was built, and a plan was devised for future restorations. The next restoration project is the back garden, a small and lovely niche that will be used for smaller weddings and events. Today, the Kaminski House is the site of weddings, events and a popular stop for visitors in Georgetown. Assistant Director, Kim Leatherwood, said that the number of Kaminski House weddings planned for 2015 has tripled from last year. “This House Museum is exactly like Julia left it, nothing added, nothing taken away. It was such a gift to the City,” Frankie told me. “The hours we spend working to protect it are truly a labor of love.”

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Powwow at Camp Smooshabosom By T’Mara Goodsell

Thanks to the upcoming holiday weekend, there are a lot of us. Thanks to HIPAA laws, we are random numbers now. I am given a little card that renames me 83. We’ve progressed through the check-in process, the outer waiting room and the changing rooms. We have stored our clothing in small lockers, and now we are sitting in the inner waiting room in a rough circle like campers, wearing our matching pink print gowns from the waist up. Like members of a club: A girls’ club -- one with really bad uniforms -- The club of We-Possess-Breasts-That-Have-The-Potential-to-Kill-Us-So-We-Have-ThemMangled-And-Irradiated-in-a-Big-Cold-Machine-Once-a-Year. That club. We are all shapes and colors and ages over forty. I look around at the gowns to see if I’ve tied mine right and notice we’ve all managed the curious array of snaps, wraps and ties a little differently, and I wonder if one could glean insights about our personalities from the way we’ve tied ours. Number 44, a petite, bubbly woman of about 50 who hasn’t bothered to tie hers at all, but merely wads it closed in front of her, asks the other campers if they know how we get our results. “Do they call? Send a letter?” “Letter,” Number 29 says. She’s a texter who is maybe in her mid-40s, but she stops texting long enough to tell us. Her gown is snapped and tied neatly, but not wrapped. Bubbly 44 asks if people have been waiting long. Nervous. Maybe she got a bad tech last year. I had one of those once. I screamed, undoubtedly scaring the other campers half to death. On second thought, I hope that’s what she’s nervous about. “Anyone here a breast cancer survivor?” Bubbly 44 asks. A hand goes up. Number 75. Her gown is tied neatly, but not wrapped or snapped, as if she is resigned to the process and ready to get it over with. “Double breast cancer survivor,” she says, non-proudly. “Two different breasts. Two different kinds.” She has beautiful skin and is maybe in her late 50s. No history of breast cancer in her family, no genes for it and then BOOM! Found a lump. The second time, no one thought it was cancer again. “One was hormone-receptive and the other not.” Whatever that means. I don’t want to find out. Bubbly number 44 slides over and gives 75 a hug. The texter, 29, tells 75 she can tell she is a fighter. A fighter who wins. She could tell from the cute outfit she noticed in the outer waiting room, the brightness of the colors. 75’s over-washed pink gown replaces part of the outfit and covers some of the rest, but it’s clear she has on Caribbean-colored jewelry and pretty coral shoes. Encouraged, 75 tells more of her story. Intravenous chemo for one, and

not for the other, because the nodes they removed were clear that time, thank heavens. At some point during her treatment -- the second, not the first time -- her 21-year-old son died. Killed. It was a car accident. “What do you do? You survive. That’s all you can do.” I can feel the mothers in the room cease to breathe for a moment. Bubbly 44 is called in, gives another hug on her way, but we are all rendered speechless except for 75. For her, it’s as if something has been uncorked. She is talking now to the room in general. “You survive, right? Just get through it. That’s all you can do.” Several more numbers have entered: 62, who looks shockingly young to me, quietly says she has the gene for breast cancer. She has to deal with it. Doesn’t say what that means. She is wrapped snugly or maybe defensively, and snapped and tied. For some reason, 62 gets called in right away, ahead of all of us. Then 29, the texter, goes in. My own gown appears to be tied all catawampus. I threw it on, pretending that my lack of care would somehow make the experience equally insignificant. I’ve learned to be Play-Doh in there. Face this way. Chin here. Grab the bar. Closer. Lift. Deep breath. And hold. Step back. Other side. Uncomfortable, awkward, assembly line poses for the camera. Our club photos. And then I will escape into the bright sunlight. I have a reward set up: I’m meeting a friend for lunch. Mold. Compress. Go. Pray “The Letter” bears good news. Hope they don’t call you to come back. “83,” the tech calls. “What can you do?” Number 75 is still asking. You do this, I think. Exactly what she is doing. Exactly what the others did. They make me proud to have been allowed in, however briefly. I squeeze her shoulder on my way to face the machine and wish her all the best. She will be in my prayers, and also 62 and her time bomb-genes. Both have said their names: Barb. And Lisa. Uttered like secret passwords to our club. Because we really are a club, aren’t we? The club of people who struggle sometimes through life on this earth, loving our families and trying to find happiness in spite of the bad things. This is how we survive. This is how we thrive. When we do this -- hold hands around the campfire -- we make each other stronger. And we do it by stubbornly refusing to be just numbers waiting to be called.

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Dog Days of Summer by Diane DeVaughn Stokes

I have always heard the term “Dog Days of Summer” and

I knew Cagney had a sad start in life. Bill’s daughter found

knew it had to do with the hottest time of the year which

her and another dog wandering a parking lot and took them

supposedly is a result of the Dog Star “Sirius” and its placement

home, naming them Cagney and Lacey. However, Cagney did

in the heavens near the sun. That was all I knew, until this

not like the other two dogs in the household, so Bill’s daughter


convinced Bill to take her to live with him while she kept Lacey. Cagney thrived on being the only dog in the household and

Then it happened. Our lives were forever changed by one

adored Bill who fed her table scraps and weekly steak dinners.

short phone-call. One moment in time that took our normally organized life and set it in a “tail” spin. Sometimes I wake up and think I have dreamed the entire thing.

When I arrived to pick her up, she recognized me and gave me a few kisses, but I could tell she was incredibly sad, missing Bill for the past four weeks, mopping around his empty bedroom

And then I feel her licking my face.

waiting for his return and wondering what her next life would be like.

Yes, it’s our first dog. As most of you know who read Sasee regularly, we have two beautiful rescue cats, Tosca and Sonya, we dearly love. We have had cats our entire married life, as Chuck was kind enough to adopt my four felines thirty-one years ago when he married me. It was a package deal. Friends referred to us a “cat people,” a term I have always hated because we love dogs too, but we never owned one because we work full-time and love to travel. Sadly, an elderly friend in Florence, whom I have known for forty-five years, had some health issues which forced him to move to a retirement complex. He was unable to take his adorable dog Cagney, a Border-Collie- Australian Shepherd mix, and no one in his family could take her either. We have spent time with Bill and Cagney over the years and knew she had the sweetest temperament and disposition. So, when Bill’s sister called and asked us if we would consider taking Cagney for a trial-run to see if she would get along with the cats, I said yes, knowing how much Chuck and I both loved her from our first meeting and agreed to pick her up the next day.


Little did she know she was going home with me. Bill’s sister had sweetly prepared a doggie care package: dog food, dog bowls, leash, toys and her favorite blanket was freshly laundered and smelled brand new. When it was time to head back to the beach, I asked Cagney if she wanted to go home with me. She seemed to understand and went to the door and followed me to my car. I actually could see a smile on her face. My mom had ridden with me, and we were both thrilled at how eager Cagney was for her new adventure. Yes, I knew the cats would be furious when I got home. They were simply appalled, totally disappointed in me and threatened to run away from home. Okay, I imagined the last part. I had brought home turtles, fish and even two bunnies in the past but never a dog! They hid under the bed for over a week, sneaking out to grab a bite to eat and use the litter box when Cagney wasn’t looking. And yet, as the weeks went by they would sneak out and hiss at Cagney who was more afraid of them than they were of her, sending her scurrying into my lap for protection. Keep in mind this isn’t a lap dog. She weighs fifty pounds!

They soon recognized that they had the upper hand and ruled the house. They have not started playing together, but they all sleep in the sunroom while we are at work, watching the birds and squirrels frolic outside. Just yesterday, the cats allowed Cagney to enter our bedroom for the first time where she slept on the floor next to the bed, while the cats slept at the foot of the bed. They have each found their space and safe haven, and there is peace in the valley. However, life as we knew it is over. There have been walks in the dead heat twice a day; let’s hope we lose some weight. We have made the rounds to the doggie spa and the doggie park


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on our precious days off from work, neither of which she likes. She finds other dogs to be obnoxious and does not like all that butt smelling stuff. I have come to learn she does not like chewing on bones or antlers like other dogs, but prefers dried cow or pig’s ears from the pet store. At first I thought they were just made to look like them and grossed out when I realized they are the real thing. We live on a lake, and Cagney is afraid to go near it, but loves

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drinking water from the hose or sprinkler in the yard. Go figure! And after taking up residence with us, we have yet to hear her bark. She talks to us with a slight howl when she first sees us in the morning, but seems to love everyone who comes to our door and prefers to lick them rather than protect us. Frankly, she is the perfect first dog for us. She’s gentle and affectionate, and as you can tell, we simply adore her. She has changed our life, but for the better. She came to us in the “Dog Days of Summer” and like the “Dog Star” and its placement in the heavens adding warmth to the earth, Cagney, our “Dog Star” has added warmth to our home and to our hearts.

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



Enough Stuff by Melissa Face

My friend, Dawn, put her house on the market last month. In order to prepare it for showings, she had to make a few repairs, do a bit of painting, and most importantly, get rid of some stuff. Dawn cleaned out her son Reid’s room and put a few things in storage and tossed a few in the garbage. When she was finished, her preschooler looked at his room and exclaimed, “Mommy! This is the best room ever!” Instead of being sad that some of his toys were gone, Reid was thrilled that he had more room in which to play. I wasn’t at all surprised to hear that he was ecstatic. I know how I feel when I clean out a closet, organize a drawer or purge an entire room. It’s cathartic. It’s incredible. It’s like losing 20 pounds without having to diet. Why would we think children would feel any differently? Too much stuff clutters our homes, overwhelms our minds, and it certainly interferes with a child’s play. In recent years, my husband and I have become very aware of the negative effects of too much stuff and have been fighting the impulse to buy. It’s not an easy battle; messages to accumulate more pervade our lives. There are ads on TV, catalogs in the mail and worst of all… adults! WE are the ones who ask children what they want for their birthdays. WE encourage them to write a detailed list for Santa. WE take them to toy stores and gift shops and then act appalled when they throw their little bodies in the middle of the aisle because we told them they couldn’t get anything. I don’t intend to live my life acquiring stuff – not for my children or for me. And in order to fight the stuff battle, I have had to be creative. It was very easy when my four-year-old was a toddler. Evan and I would spend an hour or so perusing the trains on the toy aisle. When he asked for one, I’d tell him, “If we buy it, you won’t have anything to look at the next time you come here.” He was fine with that rationale. For the next few trips, he was content just looking. As he has grown older, he has become more aware of what daycare buddies and school friends own, so I have to be even more inventive.


Earlier this summer, Evan and I met my friend Sherry and her son Thomas at the movies. Afterwards, we walked to our cars and Thomas climbed in his mom’s new vehicle. “Want to see our new DVD player?” Thomas asked. “Sure!” said Evan. “What are you watching?” “Tom and Jerry. Do you have a DVD player in your car?” “No,” Evan said with regret. I’m not opposed to DVD players. We just don’t have one in our current vehicle and buying one is not in the plans right now. That afternoon, Evan and I had a lengthy conversation about why we don’t have some things and other people do. Finally, I thought to remind Evan about how much he enjoys pretending. “We may not really have a DVD player, but you can pretend we do,” I told him. “You’re right, Mom! Will you turn on the DVD player?” I pressed the button for the interior lights, and Evan quickly thanked me. “It’s Rescue Bots!” he said. “Thanks for putting it on my favorite show.” I realize that not all children enjoy pretend play the way my son does. There will come a time when my creative responses will turn into something more practical. I am prepared to eventually tell him that we don’t have some things because we can’t afford them or because we simply do not need them. Please don’t think that I deny my children their every request. I don’t. We are not moving to Walden Pond anytime soon. I’m not even a true minimalist. I own more than one pair of jeans and more

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We took our first beach trip as a family of four this summer. We stayed in an older, modest, oceanfront cottage on Topsail Island. I informed Evan before we left that this was not a souvenir-buying trip. The kids spent the week playing in the sand and collecting shells. When they weren’t on the beach, they played with play-doh and blocks. It was perfect and completely relaxing. One day we needed to take a break from the sun, so we spent a few hours at an aquarium. The children enjoyed the jellyfish and seahorses. As we were leaving, we walked past the gift shop.

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“Please, mom?” Evan begged. “Can we go in?” “We can go in, but we aren’t buying anything,” I reminded him. “I don’t want anything,” he told me. “I just want to look.” And that is exactly what he did. Evan looked at books, plastic sea creatures, stuffed turtles and aquatic drinking glasses. He admired it all, and we left. On the way home, we talked about our favorite things we saw. Evan was really excited about the sharks, but wished there had been some larger ones. I enjoyed the starfish; my husband liked the stingrays. The baby just said, “Fish. More fish.” We left without buying a thing, nothing to clutter up the house, nothing that will end up in an eventual yard sale. Other than a bag of shells, we brought back nothing tangible. We just carried home an abundance of memories, something we always have room for.

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Halloween Cats on the Prowl By Linda O’Connell

“Why should the kids have all the fun?”I asked my neighbor that Halloween. Although we were opposites, my neighbor, Rose, and I became fast friends. I was a goody-two-shoe who had married the only boy I’d ever dated, right out of high school. Rose had a colorful dating history before she married. I lived vicariously through her titillating stories and past experiences. Two pots of coffee past noon, we’d still be crabbing about our husbands or joyfully reminiscing about our youth and old boyfriends, as we waited for our young children to come home from school. We derived great pleasure from dressing up at Halloween and going trick-or-treating with our kids. There was something freeing about pretending to be a princess or a super hero, having control over every imaginary aspect of our lives. We made fabulous costumes each year and pounded the pavement with our youngsters. We snickered when our kids received a Mr. Good Bar, and when someone dumped a Snickers in their goody bag, we acted nutty. We robbed our kids of Butterfingers and Mounds. Eventually the children would ask for an extra candy bar for us. Some years we collected as much as the kids did. The Halloween our girls outgrew our nonsense, and begged to go to a party instead, Rose and I decided to hit the streets ourselves. We had an ulterior motive; we were on the prowl for candy: Eye candy. We told my six year old son we would take him to a wealthy neighborhood where he would receive fullsized candy bars instead of snack-size ones. Rose and I were on a mission to get up close and personal with one of the unmarried staff members at the kids’ school. He was drop-dead gorgeous and looked like a model. All the moms fantasized about him. Bored housewife crushes are the worst. We had overheard him in the office say that he was going to dress as a pirate and give out candy at his mother’s home on Halloween night. He mentioned the intersecting streets.


Rose and I looked at one another and cooked up a plan. “How hard will it be to find a grown pirate on a front porch? You want to?” I asked. Her giggle ricocheted. When I got home, I asked my little boy, “How about being a pirate with an eye patch and a sword? I have a red bandana, and you can growl, ‘Argh!’ “ When he said yes without hesitation, I high-fived him and said, “Aye matey!” Rose and I both had zipper-front, leopard-print jump suits. I painted thick whiskers on my cheeks and blackened my nose with mascara. Then I stepped into my outfit and zipped it to my chin. I grabbed my daughter’s oversize fuzzy house slippers with bear claws and called Rose. “Are you ready yet? Won’t the swashbuckler be surprised when we show up with a little pirate?” She giggled and said she’d be right over. When the doorbell rang, my little boy opened the door and shouted, “Mom, there’s a big cat coming in.” Rose and I wore the same outfits, but I did not recognize my best friend as she stood swinging a sock tail in her hand. Her giggle gave her away. She looked like an adult film star teetering on spike heels with her cleavage spilling out of her plunging neckline. Her makeup was heavily applied; she had red pouty lips, thin wispy whiskers, cat-eye shaped liner and her lids were shaded in gold. Talk about opposites. I looked like a stuffed animal, and she looked like a sex kitten. She drove her brand new car, a large white sedan. We were off to get a glimpse of the guy we drooled over, although he was unaware that he was the object of our fantasy escapism. We agreed not to say one word in his presence, so he wouldn’t recognize us.


Halloween Cats on the Prowl By Linda O’Connell

“Why should the kids have all the fun?”I asked my neighbor that Halloween. Although we were opposites, my neighbor, Rose, and I became fast friends. I was a goody-two-shoe who had married the only boy I’d ever dated, right out of high school. Rose had a colorful dating history before she married. I lived vicariously through her titillating stories and past experiences. Two pots of coffee past noon, we’d still be crabbing about our husbands or joyfully reminiscing about our youth and old boyfriends, as we waited for our young children to come home from school. We derived great pleasure from dressing up at Halloween and going trick-or-treating with our kids. There was something freeing about pretending to be a princess or a super hero, having control over every imaginary aspect of our lives. We made fabulous costumes each year and pounded the pavement with our youngsters. We snickered when our kids received a Mr. Good Bar, and when someone dumped a Snickers in their goody bag, we acted nutty. We robbed our kids of Butterfingers and Mounds. Eventually the children would ask for an extra candy bar for us. Some years we collected as much as the kids did. The Halloween our girls outgrew our nonsense, and begged to go to a party instead, Rose and I decided to hit the streets ourselves. We had an ulterior motive; we were on the prowl for candy: Eye candy. We told my six year old son we would take him to a wealthy neighborhood where he would receive fullsized candy bars instead of snack-size ones. Rose and I were on a mission to get up close and personal with one of the unmarried staff members at the kids’ school. He was drop-dead gorgeous and looked like a model. All the moms fantasized about him. Bored housewife crushes are the worst. We had overheard him in the office say that he was going to dress as a pirate and give out candy at his mother’s home on Halloween night. He mentioned the intersecting streets.


Rose and I looked at one another and cooked up a plan. “How hard will it be to find a grown pirate on a front porch? You want to?” I asked. Her giggle ricocheted. When I got home, I asked my little boy, “How about being a pirate with an eye patch and a sword? I have a red bandana, and you can growl, ‘Argh!’ “ When he said yes without hesitation, I high-fived him and said, “Aye matey!” Rose and I both had zipper-front, leopard-print jump suits. I painted thick whiskers on my cheeks and blackened my nose with mascara. Then I stepped into my outfit and zipped it to my chin. I grabbed my daughter’s oversize fuzzy house slippers with bear claws and called Rose. “Are you ready yet? Won’t the swashbuckler be surprised when we show up with a little pirate?” She giggled and said she’d be right over. When the doorbell rang, my little boy opened the door and shouted, “Mom, there’s a big cat coming in.” Rose and I wore the same outfits, but I did not recognize my best friend as she stood swinging a sock tail in her hand. Her giggle gave her away. She looked like an adult film star teetering on spike heels with her cleavage spilling out of her plunging neckline. Her makeup was heavily applied; she had red pouty lips, thin wispy whiskers, cat-eye shaped liner and her lids were shaded in gold. Talk about opposites. I looked like a stuffed animal, and she looked like a sex kitten. She drove her brand new car, a large white sedan. We were off to get a glimpse of the guy we drooled over, although he was unaware that he was the object of our fantasy escapism. We agreed not to say one word in his presence, so he wouldn’t recognize us.

Rose turned off the headlights and eased her new car to the curb mid-block. I ushered my son out of the car with his sword and trick-or-treat bag. Rose looked like a cat on the prowl, and I scuffed along like an alley cat. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the buccaneer on the porch. My bored housewife crush sent heat waves crashing through my body when he stood and peered curiously at us as we approached. There were no other children in sight. Our adult pirate raised his eyebrows with interest as Rose strutted her stuff. I, being too shy, pushed my little guy forward. Black beard swash buckled with my boy but kept his eyes on my friend’s treasure chest. My son said, “Trick or treat,” but our guy with the booty ignored him. I nudged my son. “Say it again honey, so the big pirate pays attention.” I spoke. I SPOKE! The big pirate looked at my whiskered face with recognition, and I looked at Rose with horror. He dropped candy into the kid’s bag, and I grabbed my son’s hand. We ran off the porch. Rose, with car keys in hand, shoved the key into the lock of her new car, but the key wouldn’t turn. “Hurry-hurry! Let’s get out of here!” I was dying of embarrassment.

The door wouldn’t budge. I looked down the street and saw the pirate peering around a porch pillar. I looked up the street, and that is when I almost fainted with relief. I grabbed Rose by one hand and my son by the other and off we ran the half a block to her car, which was identical to the one we had been trying to enter. We howled like two wild cats on the prowl and laughed all the way home where my little boy filled his loot bag in our own neighborhood. The pirate? Well, we soon discovered that he was interested in a younger wench, so Rose and I were off the hook and back to pilfering kid’s candy.

Linda O’Connell Linda O’Connell is an accomplished writer and seasoned teacher from St. Louis, wMissouri. Her work appears in several issues of Sasee and 22 Chicken Soup for the Soul anthologies. A positive thinker, she writes from the heart, bares her soul and finds humor in everyday situations. Linda enjoys a hearty laugh, dark chocolate and the beach. She blogs at http://lindaoconnell.



Outdoor Beauty Jean Rothrock

Waccamaw Landscaping for The Hammock Shops Village Tell us a little about yourself. I live in Georgetown with my husband of 21 years, Steve, but was born in Greenville, South Carolina, and grew up in Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. My family vacationed here while I was growing up, and I always loved the area. I studied Landscape Architecture at the University of Georgia and had to do a graduate project to complete my studies. Most of the students just created something, but I wanted real work that might make a difference, so I asked a family friend, Foster McKissick, if he had something I could do. He gave me a project in Litchfield by the Sea, came to my presentation and offered me a position after graduation. Thirty years later, I’m still here. I started Waccamaw Landscaping in 1985 and have been blessed with steady growth since we started. We are a design and build firm, meaning we can carry you through the entire project from design to maintenance. My extremely talented partner, Chad O’Brien, and I specialize in unique residential and commercial work that allows us to express our design and construction techniques, such as The Hammock Shops Village. What is your favorite way to spend your birthday? What was one of your best birthdays? I like spending my birthday surrounded by family and friends – usually it is very low key. But, my most memorable birthday was my 50th when my college roommate, and very good friend, got us tickets to the Opera Festival in Verona, Italy – needless to say, we had a wonderful time. Do you collect anything? What? Tell us about your collection. I actually collect a number of things – houses [laughing] and pets (I have three dogs I take to the office every day, three cats and two dogs that live in our home in Scotland). My husband is passionate about antiques and has been in the antique business, so I also collect antique glass paperweights (I have about 75), and antique crystal scent bottles (I have about 50-60). What’s your favorite photograph in your home? It’s not anything anyone else would love, but I snapped a photo with my phone of my three dogs and Otis the cat, on the couch, waiting for me to go to work. This photo makes me happy every time I see it.


Waccamaw Landscaping has done a wonderful job with the improvements at The Hammock Shops Village. What’s your favorite thing about working with this property? What’s upcoming with the project? Chad and I started this project a year and a half ago and have really loved working with the owners, the Truluck family, and admire their commitment to this property and its importance to our community. Originally, The Hammock Shops were called The Hammock Shops and Nursery, so landscaping has always played a huge part in its design. Three generations of Trulucks are involved in restoring The Hammock Shops and they have made a long term commitment to the property which really is the heart of Pawleys Island. I am honored to be able to take their vision and make it a reality – it really has become my favorite project. We have tried to capture the essence of The Hammock Shops and the Pawleys Island lifestyle, preserving the history of the area while updating the grounds and infrastructure so it will be sustainable for many years to come. We started by updating all the construction services – adding sidewalks, burying all power lines, adding new paving, parking etc. Then, we started on the pretty part! This is a family friendly, dog friendly environment with a state of the art playground, lots of seating throughout the area and gorgeous plantings that reflect the traditional southern palette – azaleas, camellias, sasanquas, hydrangeas, magnolias, etc. There should be something blooming every time you visit. The Trulucks are positioning The Hammock Shops Village to take its place as the center of our community with events planned throughout the year and wonderful public gathering spaces. We want people to come back over and over, to enjoy what’s here and see what’s new. More enhancements are currently in progress– new walkways, plantings and more. Please stop by and let us know what you think! The Hammock Shops Village, located at 10880 Ocean Highway in Pawleys Island, just north of the North Causeway traffic light, is open seven days a week and has a variety of shopping and dining options. To learn more, visit


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Stylish & Fun Linda Rogers Plain & Fancy

Tell us a little about yourself. I grew up in Charlotte, North Carolina, met my husband, Charles, here at the beach and will be celebrating 48 years of marriage this month! I am a proud parent of two beautiful children – Charles, Jr., is a chiropractor in Murrells inlet and married to a very special young lady named Liz. They gave us our one and only grandchild, Alexandra, who can do no wrong – you might say she took after her grandmother. My daughter, Jessica, lives in Atlanta where she is a sous chef for an upscale restaurant and loves what she is doing. Last, but not least, I have a lovely stepdaughter, Roxie, who manages the store. She does not leave a stone unturned when she helps our customers with their wardrobe. What is your favorite way to spend your birthday? My favorite way to spend my birthday is doing exactly what I want to do, which is an absolute luxury. Having a celebration dinner, with my family, at one of our great area restaurants is the best! Do you collect anything? What? Tell us about your collection. If I had to say what I collect, it would have to be plants. I love the outdoors and gardening. I tell the people working in the garden centers that I have to put on blinders to keep from buying another plant. Just gotta get one more! What’s your favorite photograph in your home? I have many favorite photos in my collection and absolutely love looking back at childhood photos of my children. Love pictures of my granddaughter Alex -- it’s just so much fun to see the changes from year to year. She is a wonderful young lady with a strong Christian faith. If I had to choose one favorite, it would be one that makes us double over laughing – a photo of my husband and me one Halloween. I was dressed as a lady of the evening, and he was my man. It was a blast and even our best friends in Mount Gilead didn’t know who we were! You’ve had Plain and Fancy for 37 years – what is your favorite thing about owning this wonderful shop? What keeps your customers coming back year after year? Being in the clothing business for 37 years has taught me so much. I have seen many manufacturers come and go – great ones, but this industry can be a hard one. The people in the industry become your family, and you all work together to produce the right product. Companies depend on buyers for their input and reaction to their line. Love, love, love it all and expect to have many more years in the business. Making our customers happy and well dressed is our pleasure and is extremely rewarding. And, I know how blessed we are to have such lovely ladies working with us.


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Voice Notes for Newcomers: Come to the Church in the Wildwood by Phil La Borie

The melody and lyrics to “Church in the Wildwood” have stuck in my head ever since I first heard them as a child. The lyrics go: Come to the church in the wildwood, Come to the church in the vale. No spot is as dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the vale. For me, this simple tune creates a unique feeling that only certain pieces of music can invoke: it makes you listen with your heart. The tune was written by Dr. William S. Pitts in 1857 and could easily refer to the St. James-Santee Parish Plantation Church (it’s officially known as the Wambow Church and is also called The Brick Church). While St. James isn’t brown, (it’s actually red brick), it certainly is in the middle of the wildwood. The 257-year old church sits at the end of a four-mile dirt road surrounded by some very extensive and somewhat lonely piney woods. But back when it was built in 1768, it was the center of a thriving community of wealthy plantation owners and their families from up and down the Santee River. St. James was certainly a remarkable building then, and today “The little church in the wildwood” is still well worth the trip to see it and experience its unique spiritual qualities. A little history: The church was originally founded at the request of Huguenot families in the area and understandably, the services were conducted in French. Then English settlers arrived and attended the church. Now St. James was bi-lingual, sort of. For a while, services were conducted in both French and English, which caused some problems, but eventually the French settlers (who were older) passed away and the problem resolved itself. By the way, the Huguenots used the church’s back door, the English entered through the front. The story is that the French


didn’t want to get their clothing muddy, so they entered through the rear; apparently the English were less concerned and came in the front. In addition to the beautiful old doors, St. James still shows many examples of artful craftsmanship both inside and out. For instance, in most places the pointing that secures the bricks on the church’s exterior is the original mortar and is still in good shape after all these years. Even more amazing, the round pillars that support the church’s front portico are very unusual examples of brick work. I learned from Mr. Bud Hill, the Director of the Village Museum in McClellanville that a bricklayer by the name of Billy Judd created those impressive pillars when the church was under construction. Mr. Hill went on to remark, “The rounded bricks were made in individual molds and fitted together like slices in a pie. It took a master craftsman to do that.” Inside, the soaring ceiling, the very deep and enclosed dark wood pews and remarkable stone floor, which have survived both the Revolutionary and Civil Wars, stand as testaments to the quality of the workmanship that built this remarkable sanctuary. I then asked Mr. Hill what it is besides the architecture that makes St. James-Santee so special. He told me: Visitors to the church have often remarked that they are struck by the complete sense of peace and serenity that the church interior evokes. Remember that you can sit in a pew where the signers of the Declaration of Independence might have been seated. There’s a sense of history and tranquility here that is often hard to come by in our overly busy, digitally-addicted world. Mr. Hall lives next door to St. James in the caretaker’s house. He added, “Sometimes people come here to just sit quietly and meditate or pray. I’ve even had folks drop in to play a little music. Whatever path you choose to take, St. James is the perfect place to find yourself.”

I certainly found it that way. The cool atmosphere on a blazing hot summer day was a welcome relief from the heat outside. Inside, you just want to close your eyes and drink in the atmosphere.

If you’d like to get an even better feeling for what The Church in the Wildwood feels like, listen to the Carter Family’s early, pre-Blue Grass version of the song ( watch?v=D8Ojam9JA7I).

When I asked about the height and size of the enclosed pews, Hall responded, “The pews gave the parishioners a sense of privacy, which was important in Colonial times. And, it can get pretty chilly in here in the winter. Folks attending the services would bring blankets and even little charcoal braziers to keep warm. The benches facing the congregation were where the children sat, right up front so their parents could keep an eye on them.”

Every note they play and every note they sing reflects their complete honesty, sincere faith and a deep-seated belief in a better world to come. I think you’ll find the same wonderful qualities inside St. James-Santee.

While The Brick Church is still the official Parish church, St. James gave up holding weekly services more than a century ago. Today, those services are held in the marvelous Chapel of Ease - a lovely house of worship in the heart of McClellanville. To visit St. James, head south on Highway 17 from the Grand Strand. When you pass the turn-off to Hampton Plantation on your right, keep an eye out for Rutledge Road. The turn can be a little hard to see, but it’s just past a large sign advertising BJ’s Sports Bar. Once on Rutledge Road, you’ll see a sign for a left turn on the Old Georgetown Road.

My thanks to Joyce and Frank Luft for their inspiration and transportation and to Mr. Bud Hill for his extensive historical knowledge and gentle guidance.

Phil La Borie is an award-winning writer/artist based in Garden City, South Carolina. His work has been published in AdWeek, The Kaiser-Permanente Journal ,Westworld Magazine and online at Phil is the 2015 winner of the Alice Conger Patterson Award offered through the Emrys Foundation. He can be reached at

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The One Euro Bin by Celina Colby A collection of thin, chain-smoking men and women crowded around the 6’ x 8’ wooden bin. A few women spoke to each other in low, irritated French, the rest were silent. Everyone scoped each other out, throwing professional side eye and death glares that could melt stone. I stood at the end of the bin, a good foot shorter than the genetically blessed glamazons. A large man weaved through the group carrying an enormous canvas bag. Muscles tensed. He opened the drawstrings and out poured pounds of leather, cashmere, and sequins. The thrifters respectfully waited until the man had stepped away from the pile, then they pounced. In two seconds I went from standing in a Parisian thrift store to dodging elbows in a WWE ring. This is the One Euro Bin: The famous, the feared, the worshipped One Euro Bin. For Parisian thrifters this is the Holy Grail. Nestled in a small shop on a side street in Le Marais, the bin is restocked every 15 minutes by the shopkeeper. The store can only fit 20 packed-in bodies at a time, but hundreds of Parisians filter through every day. The appeal is undeniable. In America a one dollar bin is full of plastic princess wands and off-brand chapstick, but here you can find high quality, one-ofa-kind, vintage garments. The only thing you have to do is risk your life for them. My first mistake was a slow start. A woman elbowed me in the stomach reaching for a suede vest, and I came back to my senses. This wasn’t shopping, this was war. And it was going to take every bit of my black belt martial arts training to leave this store with something cute. My first battle was over a red tutu. Tutus are kind of my thing, and this one was perfect, a beautiful, full tutu with an attached silk chemise top. I grabbed for it and locked eyes with a woman across the way gunning for the same piece. I sized her up. She was small but well built and clearly a veteran, she already had a huge pile of garments next to her. For a moment I had it, then a man behind me reached over my head for a gold


belt, smacking me into the waist-high plywood wall. I turned around to glare at him, and when I looked back the woman was triumphantly holding the tutu. She basked in her victory for a brief moment before tossing the piece in her pile and going back in. I contemplated taking it out of her stash, but I wasn’t yet hardened enough for that kind of covert operation. This is the secret side of Paris. You would never know that lurking in these hallowed streets is a veritable fight club for the stiletto set. Just an hour earlier I was sipping espresso at an outdoor café, schmoozing with the cute waiter and smiling at passing children. I went to the Louvre and looked quietly at beautiful Baroque paintings, I walked reverently through Notre Dame and lit a candle for my family, I fangirled over the painters and musicians lounging by the Seine, but I never expected this. Sure there are crowds, tourists, but no one told me a trip to Paris would require heavy-duty weaponry. That night I went home with nothing but a vengeance and a constellation of thigh bruises. But I had one more day in the city, and I wasn’t going to waste it. In the morning I suited up. Flexible leather leggings for maximum agility, spiky stilettos for foot crushing, my sharpest rings, and a fashion girl’s best weapon: my condescending smirk. After all, the key to succeeding in fashion is acting like you couldn’t be more bored if you were reading an encyclopedia aloud in a nursing home. I repressed my gleeful delight at being asked for directions in French and maintained my façade all the way to Rue Sainte-Croix de la Bretonnerie. I strutted into the store; hip checked a teenager out of the way and settled into a spot at the bin. That was when I saw him. A thin man of average height, his hair perfectly styled, wearing aviators, a gold silk shirt and a pair of leather pants. He took a slow drag on his cigarette and glanced at me, unimpressed. I knew then that this man would be my greatest competition, not just because he was directly across from me but because

he had the kind of flamboyant style favored only by pimps, drag queens and myself. This was the Cain to my Abel.

“You shouldn’t even be allowed in this country,” Cain was spitting venom at me,

“Ugh, studded jackets are so ugly,” he murmered to the woman next him who smirked at me. I ignored him, refusing to break psychologically before we even started.

“You’re wearing leggings for god’s sake.” The crowd collectively looked down at my legs.

The woman, realizing his tactic, chimed in, “Americans just don’t know how to dress.” I felt like I was back in the middle school lunchroom, so I responded accordingly.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you’re being so disrespectful on the day Karl Lagerfeld leaves Chanel,” I said, dispatching my greatest weapon. “What?!” Cain yelped. “Karl Lagerfeld is leaving Chanel?!”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were American.” He glared at me, and I knew I’d crossed a line. There was no going back now. At that moment the first canvas bag appeared, bobbing its way through the throng of luxurious fabrics and Chanel No. 5. The first ten minutes were a blur; I snatched up a leather skirt, a chiffon top, something unidentifiable that I just didn’t want another shopper to have. But at precisely eleven hundred hours, time slowed down. That was when I spotted the sartorial love of my life. He was a rich purple mohair jacket, oversized of course, with a silk lining. He had gold and black embroidery embellishing his back in an abstract, almost amoeba-like pattern. He was perfect. When I reached for him, I knocked into Cain. “This is my jacket,” I hissed at him, no time to translate into French. “You can’t even wear purple,” he said, tugging one arm while I tugged the other. “Wait,” I said. “We’re going to rip it. Grab the body.” In a sign of mutual deference to a beautiful piece of clothing, we both stopped fighting momentarily to adjust our holds on the jacket. Then we were back. “You don’t deserve this,” he spat at me. “You’re nothing but an American child.” “Oh yeah?” I fired back. “Well I can tell that shirt is from last season!” He gasped and several people around us turned in horror to watch. We were equally matched in strength; I could tell I was going to have to win this another way.

I took advantage of his moment of weakness and yanked with all the strength I’d built up from toting around Venti lattes and spare shoes. The jacket slipped from his hands. I had won. “HA!” I shouted. “Who can’t wear purple now?” Cain had murder written in his eyes. “Is Karl Lagerfeld leaving Chanel?” he asked me through gritted teeth. I looked him right in the eye. “Don’t be ridiculuous, that’s his life’s work.” Cain looked like he might explode with rage. He lit a cigarette and stared around him at the watching crowd. “What are you all looking at? Go buy some polyester or something.” To this day the jacket sits in my closet. Other people look at it and simply see an eccentric pimp jacket owned by an overenthusiastic fashionista. But I see the spoils of war. I see the biblical victory that never was. “How was your trip?” My friends ask me. I smile. “Just lovely.” Because the first rule of the One Euro Bin, is you don’t talk about the One Euro Bin.

Celina Colby Celina Colby is a Boston based writer and the founder of the style blog “Trends and Tolstoy.”


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Top your favorite deviled egg recipe with sliced pitted olives using one half as the “spider body” and the other as the “legs.”

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Sasee - October 2015  

"Favorite Things"

Sasee - October 2015  

"Favorite Things"