Thursday, October 20, 2011

For my children...

I loved you as soon as I knew you were there, only a tiny heartbeat nestled within me.

I rejoiced when I felt your first flutter of movement.

I cried when I first held you, first saw your precious face, first heard your cries.

And now, my heart aches, for I know that you are almost grown up, almost ready to make your own way in this world.

But you will always be my babies.

You will always be that tiny heartbeat... that first flutter... that tiny cry.

I love you both, more than words can express.

Mama




Sunday, October 9, 2011

Heaven has another angel...

Today we remembered the life of a wonderful woman who was very dear to our family - I shall simply call her Mrs. Joan. She was loved by all who knew her, especially her children and many grandchildren.

She contracted a terminal illness some years ago, but astounded her family (and especially her doctors) by going over and beyond her "expectancy". She was the recipient, blessedly, of a lung transplant a few months ago. However, complications took her life a couple of weeks ago.

Watching her family today was really something special. She and her husband have five children, all grown, with families of their own. They are spread throughout the United States, yet they always have plenty of time for each other. Their love for each other is obvious, and is heartwarming to see.

My own family is not nearly as close as this. We pretend to be, but we aren't, really. Only this afternoon, I learned that my nephew, born in February, was baptized this morning. I had no idea, as I was not asked to attend. Disheartening, for sure.

But I digress.

Mrs. Joan, I know that you are safe in the arms of the angels, and of God Himself. I will miss you, and hope that you knew how much we all loved you... even if we weren't part of your family.

Pawley's Island

Beach life.

Could there be anything more tempting than lazy days spent by the ocean, basking in the sun, searching for shells and other treasures? I think not. I fell in love with the Carolina coast many years ago as a small child, and to this day, I look forward with anticipation to our yearly beach trips. The beach is a place that resets my soul. It energizes me, yet fills me with a peace and quietness like nothing else.

Our family home is located in Surfside Beach, which lies just a handful of miles south of Myrtle Beach. However, there is a small town just a few miles further south which has captured my heart… it is the town of Pawley’s Island.




A print of this painting of Pawley’s Island by Cherrie Nute hangs in my living room. It captures the serenity and elegance of the oceanside community so simply and beautifully. It will forever be my favorite rendering. [Credit: Cherrie Nute Gallery, cherrienutegallery.com]

The town of Pawley’s Island was first settled in the early 1700’s by the families of rice planters. Most rice plantations were located on rivers, and during the hot, muggy summers, disease ran rampant. As a result, the plantation owners picked up stakes and moved to the coast, where the air was fresher. And there they stayed well into the cooler fall months.

Over the years, Pawley’s Island has become a place to escape, to shop, to dine. One of the most popular items you can find in Pawley’s is the Pawley’s Island Hammock, originally designed by a riverboat captain by the name of Joshua John Ward. His story is below, taken from the Pawley’s Island Hammock website at http://pawleysislandhammocks.com/original-history.php.

It was another muggy Lowcountry night a whole lot of years ago, and weary riverboat captain Joshua John Ward found himself frustrated once more, failing yet again to get a peaceful night's sleep. "Cap'n Josh," as he was widely known, ferried rice and other cargo from South Carolina's inland plantations to port in coastal Georgetown, just north of his home in the popular resort town of Pawleys Island. So he spent a lot of nights out on the water, and the grass-filled mattresses common on working boats back then only seemed to amplify the steamy summer heat. 

Out of desperation, Cap'n Josh figured he'd give sleeping in a hammock a try, though that option didn't bode much better for him, as he was certainly well aware. 

By Cap'n Josh's time in the late 1800s, sailors had already been using hammocks for beds at least since the days of Columbus (who often gets credit for "discovering" the hammock, too, after taking a load of New World hammocks back home with him to Europe). First the British Navy had adopted the practice, followed by many European and American commercial ships and, later, the United States Navy as well. However, those hammocks were small, hard to get into, cramped and prone to tipping. 

They were also made from canvas, which meant they felt rough, and were hot – sweaty hot. Some improvement. 

So Cap'n Josh's mind soon gravitated instead to rope hammocks, which he figured had to allow more air circulation around a sleeper's body, and thus cooler sleeping. However, rope-hammock design of his time produced something that was likewise coarse against the skin, and also wasn't all that sturdy. Not to mention it had bulky knots tied throughout. 

Nineteenth-century rope hammocks were, to put it mildly, uncomfortable for sleeping – and could lead to a very rude awakening if the poor-quality hemp or manila rope common back then ever gave way. 

So Cap'n Josh began some experimenting, bent on creating a strong rope hammock that didn't require knots in the hammock body, and one that was wide enough for more stable, more peaceful rest. It took him several tries before he hit upon his winning formula: heavy cotton rope in a double-latch weave, where individual ropes pull against each other to produce a lattice-like design. 



But the enterprising riverboat captain's greatest contribution to the art of hammock-making has to be his invention of the spreader bar. Cap'n Josh took staves – that is, slats – from wooden oak storage barrels and sawed them to his selected size, boring holes in them at equal distances apart. He then fed the rope ends from a standard mariner's clew knot through the newly bored holes, tying each threaded rope to a looped end of his woven hammock bed. This way, the only knots were away from the hammock bed itself. 

The two spreader bars held the hammock bed wide, the cotton made it soft and the heavy rope and double-latch weave kept it strong and secure. 

There's no record of how Cap'n Josh's sleeping changed following his handcrafted success in hammock-making. But we're pretty confident things improved dramatically for him, since the Original Pawleys Island Rope Hammock is not only still with us to this day, but is now possibly the best-known hammock brand in history, long ago having become the template for the classic American hammock style. 

Other than some improvements in materials through the years, the basic design of today's Pawleys Island Original is truly little changed from the time of Cap'n Josh. We're indebted to him for getting it right to start with, and we feel honor-bound to carry on his exceptional tradition of craftsmanship and quality. 

The Original Hammock Shop, begun in 1935 by Cap'n Josh's immediate family to better market the hammocks they were already selling, is still going strong today along the main road through Pawleys Island, South Carolina. When the shop first opened, it was among the only businesses in the sleepy Southern seaside town. The rope bodies of many Original Pawleys Island Hammocks available there are still woven right onsite; however, before one of our hammocks is complete, it must also be fitted with spreader bars (today we use lovely varnished white oak), a hand-woven clew knot (the attractive rope triangle at both ends of most hammocks) with a spray of harness ropes, and weather-tough hanging chains and O-rings (ours are among the heaviest, and safest, in the industry). Each hammock must then pass a final physical inspection at our coastal Carolina workshop to ensure strength and quality. 

And that's as it should be. Because if today's Original Pawleys Island Rope Hammocks didn't live up to Cap'n Josh's own incomparable tradition, we'd be losing a lot more sleep than our ferry-boating founder ever did before inventing the modern relaxation standard more than 120 years ago.

So, if you are in the mood for some good ol’ Southern hospitality, and a little taste of the beach life, do yourself a favor and take a trip to Pawley’s Island.

Be careful, though. You might not want to go home.

Check out http://www.townofpawleysisland.com/ for more history and information.  

Friday, October 7, 2011

Hello and welcome!

I've decided to throw myself into the blogging world! It's a little scary but so thrilling. There is so much swirling about in my little blonde head!

Here you will find some bits and pieces of South Carolina history, some good 'ol down home Southern recipes, and even random musings from this lil Carolina Girl. So sit back, pop an RC Cola, grab a Moon Pie, and relax in the gentle breeze.

Just watch out for the mosquitos. We grow 'em big down here!

K.C.

aka Zeph