July - A Busy Month

Well, another month has flown by as we approach mid-summer with eager eyes on the fall! While it has been hot, it has not been as uncommon to us as it is to other parts of the country and world. Even so, climate change has me concerned about what lies ahead, especially for coastal areas like ours.

It has been a busy month and civil rights seemed to be the unplanned theme. On the 7th, Rhonda and I met at the Coastal Discovery Museum for their art display Benya: Faces ob de Gullah Geechee featuring many of the local Gullah people who have contributed to our community over the years. It was very well done, though smaller than expected. I had never been to the museum before and we tried to cover the grounds, but it was sweltering. We did find a shaded spot on one of the two piers to sit and chat for a while before completing our tour. It's definitely a place to keep tabs on for future offerings, as well as going back to tour the grounds in more accommodating weather! 

The following Tuesday (7/11), I made a quick trip over to Ridgeland to see an exhibit by Kirkland Smith (wife of James Smith who ran for governor). It was called (In)disposable Art and was composed of disposable products. All of the pieces were striking from a distance and as one approached you were struck by all of the disposable items that created the image. It was very unusual and captivating. It would have been a short trip if I'd just stopped there, but there was a second fractals exhibit (a form of algorithmic art created by fractal objects and representing these calculations as images). That, too, was interesting. As I was browsing, people started to arrive and the curator asked if I was going to stay for the presentation, which I didn't even know was happening. As it turned out, the presenter was Cecil J Williams, who is a noted civil rights photographer and who has his own museum in Orangeburg, SC. He is now 85 years old but you would not know it by his acumen, recall. and stamina. According to him, young people in Orangeburg were doing peaceful protests in Orangeburg before MLK became noted for them. In fact, before a protest in Birmingham, MLK asked 3 people from Orangeburg to come to B'ham and talk with them about what they were doing. These protests eventually led to the Orangeburg massacre in which three students were killed by SC Highway Patrol while trying to integrate a bowling alley. Another sad tale of our history. Mr. Williams was very informative and I was glad I stayed. It was an unexpected addition to my trip over.

On the 20th, Rhonda, Tippy, Kieran, and I had a day in Charleston. The purpose of the trip was to see the newly opened International African American Museum; and, for me, to give Rosie a day with Miss Ann to see how it would go. We had a leisurely drive up and luckily there was a parking garage within a block of the museum. It is a lovely museum and beautifully done with lots of interactive displays, personal accounts, African artifacts, and so on. The entryway alone, with 4 large screens on each side showing diverse scenes, was difficult to leave! One room was dedicated to our local Gullah Geechee culture and their contribution to our area. The was also a section on the slave trade and another on areas of the world where Africans have gone and impacted the culture. One of the most gripping displays was Ashley's sack, which was a sack containing a piece of clothing, a lock of hair, and pecans - gifts from a mother to her daughter who was being sold away from her! Heartbreaking! It was really sensory overload and well worth another visit. We were very fortunate to find Saffron Restaurant and Bakery within easy walking distance, where we had a leisurely lunch before heading home. We made a quick stop at Old Sheldon Church ruins, which the others had not seen. It was a very good day and Rosie seemed to love being with Ann, so a win all around.

Finally, this past Thursday (7/23), I went to Frampton Plantation to see the traveling sculpture of Harriet Tubman by Wesley Wofford. This has been on the calendar all month but I kept moving it back until I was in a crunch to see it before it leaves the area. Frampton Plantation is not an estate, it's more of a plantation house and grounds. The house is mostly a shop with a few relics scattered here and there. The grounds are quite charming with a fountain, a bottle tree, some informative plaques, and thick local vegetation. The statue was impressive and well worth the short drive up. As I've traveled up and down I-95 over the years, I had no idea this little spot was there.

Of course, interspersed with this were gatherings with friends. Tippy and I got together for lunch. Chris and I made a trip to Savannah for Indian food at our newly discovered restaurant. We got together again when Chris's friend Sue visited from Milwaukee. She always plans her trip to coincide with Drinking Liberally, so we met up again there! Maria and Mark had a few neighbors over on July 4, which was a delightful evening. A few weeks later we went to see Oppenheimer, which was very well done and thought-provoking.

On the 3rd when I was walking Rosie, one of my neighbors had a big trump sign in his window following a party the night before. You can imagine how that struck me.....the day before Independence Day! Maria and Mark stopped as they were leaving home and I mentioned it to them. Maria said that if it was still there when they got home, she was going to email our HOA management company. I went for my walk and decided to drop by their office on my way home. They were closed until the 5th. Even so, I emailed them, too, and the sign finally came down (almost) on the 7th. This sign has been there all along but at the bottom of the window partially covered by shrubbery, so he didn't remove it, he just lowered it again. Each day that I walked by that, the more it gnawed at me. So again, I "updated" the office. I told them that neighbors had been tolerant of the sign when there was so sign of discretion, but after the events of the holiday, I for one had lost that generosity of spirit. If he was asked to remove the sign, he had not. If he had not been asked to do so, I would like to be informed so as to have a better idea of how rules are interpreted and enforced. Two days later the sign was removed.  

I finally managed to check out the photos from the UK Aramco reunion and I saved a few photos of friends from those days. This might bring back memories for former Aramcons. I know the gathering at the table immediately took me back to Abqaiq golf club events! Enjoy!

 

I leave you with one of my favorite photos of Allan and myself on the 10th remembrance of his death. Yes, ten years! This was taken at the Bahrain Golf Club and it's a good photo of both of us in our younger days......and I always loved the flags!  That was just one of the many memories we shared. I received a lovely note from Jean, Allan's sister, and Victoria, his niece, posted a nice family collage on Facebook, which I reposted. It meant a lot to hear from friends who remember him so fondly and with whom we shared such a special part of our lives. That would make Allan happy, too! Thank you all for thinking of us and remembering Allan with such warmth.