Family time on Kiawah Island, circa Author Harlan Greene in Governor James B. Edwards at the State of the State Address. The Dock Street Theatre, which reopened with air conditioning in Church Street in the s. Edwards in the early s while serving the South Carolina Senate. The kids go loco. Wild pigs root for some front beach real estate. Step-brother Richie enjoys the view. The Vanderhorst house was gated after development began.
The Marshall-Harrill gang poses for posterity. The family house on Kiawah. Shrimp boats clustered on Shem Creek. The Pitt Street Pharmacy. A trawler on Shem Creek. The Grace and Pearman bridges. The soda fountain at the pharmacy with Miss Linda behind the counter. Wilhelmenia Geddis, who was the first African American to own a licensed day care in Charleston.
She passed away in October Anice on her birthday in August Author Julian Buxton as a year-old in his boat. Julian Thomas Buxton Jr. Julian standing with four of his siblings on the steps of their North Shore Drive home. When summer of set in, there was no telling what autumn would bring. Many of my friends had, like me, just finished college; some had moved; others had full-time jobs.
Those left behind gathered each evening in a variety of downtown apartments that were large and dim, with painted floors that slanted, Indian print spreads on the beds, and stains like Rorschach tests on the ceilings. Lacking air conditioning, we sat on porches, fanned ourselves, and flicked ashes from our cigarettes into plants.
I was living atop the Dock Street Theatre without a car, but that was okay. The city met my needs, such as they were. There was a coin laundromat on Tradd, and gas stations offered tobacco two cigarettes for a nickel and beer. I spent much of my free time walking the city. Many neighborhoods were shabby, with unpainted houses like unwashed faces. It was almost as if I were courting Charleston, trying to get the city to notice me in my peregrinations.
