|Pam Grier, Dining out for Life, Charleston, SC|
Thanks to all of my friends who then joined me for a delicious dinner at The Gathering Cafe. They also supported the cause with a donation of 15%. We had a great time!
|Pam Grier, Dining out for Life, Charleston, SC|
|Huey Cooper, Lake City, SC|
The statue, created by Florence’s resident sculptor Alex Palkovich, is a bronze, larger than life portrait of Huey Cooper based on photographs of the man sitting in one of his favorite spots. Cooper became a Lake City icon with his lucky rabbit’s foot and walking cane, his requests for nickels and his whistling invitations.
Originally hailing from Williamsburg County, Cooper made Lake City his home and lived in many places throughout the town: in the shed at the back of one couple’s yard, in another behind one grandmother’s home, in a small home built for him by the city’s police department behind the now-gone Dairy Queen.
A familiar face in Lake City for decades, several generations of those growing up in Lake City have a story or two to share about Huey Cooper. Most can recall giving him nickels to rub his lucky rabbit’s foot – something today’s visitors can now continue. His statue proudly offers a rabbit’s foot for luck just as Cooper once did and a small coin slot in his pants pocket allows nickels to be deposited.
|Artfields, Lake City, SC|
|Lake City, SC|
Artfields: An annual, nine-day art competition in Lake City, South Carolina – and the largest competition of its kind – Artfields awards more than $120,000 in cash prizes to artists from across the Southeast. And, it’s also infused new energy, creativity, and growth into Lake City and its surrounding communities.
|Colonial Lake, Charleston, SC|
|West Ashley garden, Charleston, SC|
|SK8 Charleston, Oceanic St., Charleston|
|Francis Marion tomb, Pineville, SC|
Marion's role in the war changed course after an odd accident in March of 1780. Attending a dinner party at the Charleston home of a fellow officer, Marion found that the host, in accordance with 18th-century custom, had locked all the doors while he toasted the American cause. The toasts went on and on, and Marion, who was not a drinking man, felt trapped. He escaped by jumping out a second story window, but broke his ankle in the fall. Marion left town to recuperate in the country, with the fortunate result that he was not captured when the British took Charleston that May.With the American army in retreat, things looked bad in South Carolina. Marion took command of a militia and had his first military success that August, when he led 50 men in a raid against the British. Hiding in dense foliage, the unit attacked an enemy encampment from behind and rescued 150 American prisoners. Though often outnumbered, Marion's militia would continue to use guerilla tactics to surprise enemy regiments, with great success. Because the British never knew where Marion was or where he might strike, they had to divide their forces, weakening them. By needling the enemy and inspiring patriotism among the locals, Busick says, Marion "helped make South Carolina an inhospitable place for the British. Marion and his followers played the role of David to the British Goliath."In November of 1780, Marion earned the nickname he's remembered by today. British Lieutenant Colonel Banastre Tarleton, informed of Marion's whereabouts by an escaped prisoner, chased the American militia for seven hours, covering some 26 miles. Marion escaped into a swamp, and Tarleton gave up, cursing, "As for this damned old fox, the Devil himself could not catch him." The story got around, and soon the locals—who loathed the British occupation—were cheering the Swamp Fox.The quote that earned him his title was after Colonel Tarleton had chased him through swamps for over 26 hours and cursed, "As for this damned old fox, the Devil himself could not catch him."
|U.S. Post Office, Pinopolis, SC|
Pinopolis Post Office: Mr. Ravenel left the house to Miss Elizabeth Ravenel and Miss Margaret Deas Ravenel. Elizabeth was affectionately known to all as Miss Bessie. Miss Bessie lived in the house and was the first Postmaster for the post office, remaining so until her death in 1935. It was a gathering place for the village women in the morning to exchange plans, gossip, news of the latest baby, and things of interest to the ladies of the day. During World War I, it also served as a place for the ladies of Pinopolis to make bandages, knit socks and mufflers, and make other needs for the soldiers. Miss Bessie ran the post office as she wanted, and paid no heed to directives from Washington. Customers were allowed to charge stamps and pay for them when able. She was well respected and as such, likely never lost a penny. In 1975, the United States Post Office Department decided the facilities should be modernized, and the old post office building was put out of service. This beautiful heart pine furnishing was made from wood that was recovered when the building was renovated in 2007.