My brother Houston decided that he would like to do some journaling. However, he seems to be in a weird meta-state, somewhere trapped between not wanting to sully his new, pristine, leather-bound journal, and not wanting to start a blog. He decided to test the waters with a story typed up on his word processor. … Continue reading The Hounds of the Basker-Ikes
Houston and I had a day off in common, so it was time for one of our mid-winter photo treks. I really like exploring the area south of Abbeville, McCormick, and Edgefield. That part of the state is rather remote and rich in history, including our family history. Even though we’ve been down that way several times, I never seem to cover all of it, so it was ripe as another target.
Our exploration group was larger than usual. In addition to the two of us, Houston’s wife, Lynda, was coming along, as was our sister Glynda. The plan was to meet Houston and Lynda Sunday morning in the parking lot of Calhoun Falls Pentecostal Holiness Church. From there we would head south and see what we would find. Our route would take us past paddling venues, ghost towns, fire towers, and several important genealogy spots. It had the makings of a perfect day. Continue reading “McCormick County Photo Trek”
Another Christmas has come and gone, and again this year we’ve spent it in Florida with Laura’s sister, Amy. It’s been a busy week, with boat trips, paddling trips, and explorations of the area. Normally I would have done several posts, but I just hadn’t gotten around to it. So I’ve combined a few items in one long post. Here are a few highlights and photos…
We took a couple of trips to the beach. First was a trip up to Avalon Beach on North Hutchinson Island after a shopping trip to Vero Beach. The wind was whipping, and the waves were higher than usual. We didn’t stay long at the little park, but just parked so that Laura’s mom could look out over the ocean and we could walk on the beach.
Today we said goodbye to our cat, Misty. She was our oldest, and at 15 had lived a good, long cat life. She was the last of our cats to come with us from our old house off of North Main. Misty and her brother Rascal came to us by way of my father. Unbeknownst … Continue reading Saying Goodbye to Misty
It seems ridiculous to say that this has been a tough week. It most certainly has. Even having time to prepare, Dad’s passing was not easy for us, and his funeral on Saturday, while a celebration of his life and knowing he is now in a better place, was emotionally draining. The week began with … Continue reading Many Thanks
I almost didn’t write this post. I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to do it. However, I’ve used this blog to document major events in the life of my family, as well as the community at large, so I shouldn’t shy away from this one, either. My father, Houston David Taylor, Sr., passed away … Continue reading Goodbye, Dad
Things may be a bit sparse of the next few weeks as far as posting is concerned. We are dealing with some serious issues on both sides of the family, and I may not have time to write as much as usual. Not that there’s been a lack of things about which to write. I … Continue reading Blog Update
Saturday was my Aunt Grace’s 90th birthday. My cousin John held a surprise birthday party for her at his house, and many of the Ellenberg cousins gathered for the bash. My mother, Aunt Ann, Aunt Lois, and Aunt Grace were all present for the event. Of course there was cake and munchies for the crowd. … Continue reading Aunt Grace’s 90th
It seems like every weekend this spring has been a busy one, with kayaking, family visits, festivals, and performances. This one was no different. In addition to our outing Friday night to Northampton Wines, this was the weekend for Artisphere and Chip’s Big Pig Gig. I started Saturday morning by heading downtown. My first stop … Continue reading Busy Spring Weekend
…and other towns that don’t start with “P”
Saturday morning my sister Glynda and I headed down to Prosperity to visit the parents. Mom and dad were in the mood to get out and explore. We decided to hit some of our favorite places – the communities just to the east of Prosperity. Even though I had visited these places with the parents, Glynda had never been out this way.
First stop, Pomaria. The central business district of this little place is pretty much a ghost town, although there is still a lively community surrounding it. We stopped on Main Street to take some shots.
Interestingly enough, most of the businesses had the name “Wilson.”
From Pomaria we headed south to Peak. This has always been an intersting, somewhat isolated little community on the banks of the Broad River. I had always thought that the town got its name because of the hilly terrain, sort of like the nearby Little Mountain. However, it was named for the railroad superintendent of the time, Mr. H. T. Peake.
The main draw for Peak (apart from its quaintness) is access to the Palmetto Trail and the spectacular bridge that spans the Broad River. The town’s people initially rejected the plan, fearing strangers wandering through their town. I can only see this as a good thing for the community, as more people come to visit to see the bridge and the other railroad trestles that they are converting into footbridges. Continue reading “Prosperity, Pomaria, Peak”