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Dorchester State Park, Summerville, S.C.

I think I walked through a photographer's staged shot without realizing it. I bet there will be a lovely portfolio shot in someone's album with a model sitting on the little log. The park ranger at Dorchester State Park said that was what it was and as soon as he said it, it made sense. There were at least three photographer's in action that sunny Sunday afternoon chasing babies and posing families. He said it was good for the park and encouraged people to come back. That is a very welcoming position since so many places hit photographers with heavy fees.

My picture is not what the park looks like today. It's been a cold and icy spell with a lot of trees down. Schools have been closed and a lot of folks don't have power. I was lucky, got to work easily and have my heat on. I hope things get resolved soon so people can be comfortable for the night.  Take care and stay warm folks!

Amiable Partner

Colonial Dorchester Park, S.C.

Mrs. Louisa C. Houseal, the amiable partner of Dr. John C. Houseal who departed this life on the 7th January 1814 aged 39 years, 2 months & 16 days.

He had her life marked down to the day. Amiable companion. Something very sweet about that. I googled to see if it was a term used and found another here. The interesting thing is that the husband was a physician in that case as well. 

Before & After - Colonial Dorchester Park

Colonial Dorchester, Metropolitan Museum of Art

Colonial Dorchester State Park - Bell Tower

There isn't much left of what was once a lively community. This bell tower was added to the church in 1751. The lengths the settlers had to go to for the freedom to worship in the manner they preferred makes me feel very lucky to live in modern times. These Puritan Pilgrim descendants left England in 1620 to live in this spot only to have South Carolina declare that Anglicanism was to be the official church of the colony. Sigh.

Colonial Dorchester State Park: Abandoned at the start of the Revolutionary War, the town of Dorchester has all but disappeared, leaving only a handful of original structures remaining. Visitors can stand below the towering remains of the brick bell tower of St. George’s Anglican Church, catch a glimpse of a log wharf during low tide or view the fort made of an oyster-shell concrete called tabby.