Ear Corn

Ear Corn, St. George, SC   

Well duh me. I thought I was taking a funny sign and that they intended to say Deer Corn. Turns out there is Ear Corn. Apparently I don't know everything after all.

First off, ear corn is just simply kernels of corn still left on the cob, freshly picked from the corn stalk. Essentially, it’s corn on the cob, the same as your sweet corn you eat during the summer. (But it’s not sweet corn.)

Roadside signs

Hwy 176, SC 

The side of this trucking container gets painted periodically. None of the messages have been cheerful but this is the saddest. Poor pup. 

Just the facts, ma'am

Heriot St., Charleston, SC 

For all the backroad sights I look for, I happened on a Roadside America listing right here our own backyard. This one is mentioned on Roadside America and I tracked it down this morning. 

An old cypress tree stood at Grayson S. Carter's lumber business in the 1930s on this land. The "tree" is now a branchless center trunk on a concrete slab, with an embedded wisdom plaque. 

A star is born and died

Cresent Motel, Allendale, SC  

I haven't been posting much downtown Charleston in the Charleston Daily Photo series lately but heck, it's been too hot to walk until right before dark so I run around my neighborhood at dusk. Meanwhile I will try to entertain you with fun shots from my backroad albums. I love these rusty old signs on the abandoned motels up and down the old highways. Seems like someone should be buying them up to refurbish. Not me, but someone.

Edit: Interesting discussion came up on facebook as to whether this was simply a typo that became permanent. I am not the first or last person to get the image. Here is an old postcard when it was in business.

Then I found this key for sale on ebay with Crescent spelled the usual way. Perhaps Room 3 had special meaning for someone and they will turn over $16 for it.

Signed with a paw print

Please Close Gate, Charleston, SC   

Signed with a paw print no less. 

I just finished planting thirty five white caladium bulbs in the dark. Couldn't see what I was doing and came in filthy. We will discover what I did when they pop up. Speaking of which, I've already checked to see if they are growing. I am a very impatient gardener. 

World Peace

Hwy 176, S.C.

I took a picture of the same truck a year ago and it had an entirely different message that seemed full of anger. The artist seems to have had a more peaceful change of heart. World Peace. Who can argue with that?

I hope everyone had a good weekend. As usual I have saved all of my chores for the last hour of my weekend. Wash is in, dishwasher running, bills getting paid while I watch the one night of good tv - Midwives, Selfridges and Mad Men.  

How do you like them berries?

Folly Beach, S.C.

Another fun shot from my Folly Beach walk this morning. Now, it might be time for the first nap of the year. Yawn.

Take only what you need.

Sign, Vanderhorst St., Charleston, S.C.

What they offered must have been needed. Most of the slips have been torn off.

Say "Amen"

Amen Street, Charleston, S.C.

Uhoh. I should be in bed, shouldn't I? I get a second wind around 11 p.m. and want to keep going.

Amen Street is a seafood restaurant on East Bay St. I had to keep clicking until the sign spun so you could read it. I was trying to remember why it was called "Amen St." and came across this bit of history from their website: 

Amen Street and 205 East Bay Street:Amen Street began as Wragg’s Alley, a small passage through Samuel Wragg’s property, running from East Bay to Motte Street (now part of State Street). By 1788, Wragg’s Alley had been extended westward to Church Street and renamed Amen Street. According to tradition this name was given because “amens” could often be heard from two nearby churches – St. Philip’s and the Methodist Meeting House. In 1839, Amen Street was absorbed into the widened and extended throughway, Cumberland Street. Unfortunately from that time until now the colorful name had disappeared.

Go get some oysters, kids! 

The Shrimp King

The Shrimp King, Coming St., Charleston, S.C.

The Shrimp King on Reb's Corner. Who is Reb and how did he get his own corner?

Don't cut the wires

Don't cut the wires, Charleston, S.C.

Found message:

Please, If you don't want it or not going to donate, don't cut wires on electronics. They are those who are less fortunate that TV could have been an update for someone. Thank you. "God loves you, and so do I."