December 17, 2016


“Charleston is one of the best built, handsomest and most agreeable cities that I have ever seen.”  Marquis de Layfayette

Carol writes:  The words of the Marquis de Layfayette, a French military officer who fought in the Revolutionary War alongside George Washington, are just as true today as when he spoke them back in the early days of our republic. 

What all visitors to Charleston soon discover is that… well, there’s just something about Charleston that agrees with the soul.  Charleston’s allure is not a very well-kept secret and that is why Charleston is a chosen destination for many seeking irresistible southern charm,

a healthy dose of our nation’s history,

a great beach destination,

or some family time with loved ones.

In Charleston, we found all four of these ‘desirables’ in abundance.

The roots of our nation’s history are deep in Charleston, and a lot of that has to do with its geographic setting.  The city of Charleston lies on a peninsula of land where the confluence of the Ashley and Cooper rivers flows into the Atlantic Ocean.  Charleston is blessed by a large natural harbor with a narrow entrance bordered on one side by a sandy beach on the tip of Sullivan’s Island.  It was no secret that Charleston was a tempting prize for the British during the Revolutionary War.  On Sullivan’s Island, southern patriots responded by building Fort Moultrie out of soft palmetto logs to protect Charleston harbor from British warships.

South Carolina became known as “the palmetto state.”  The state flag that was adopted in 1861 had a blue indigo background to represent the color of the military uniforms during the Revolutionary war.  The white crescent symbol represented a gorget, a neck adornment on the military uniform of that era.  The palmetto tree was a nod to South Carolina’s iconic sabal palm.

Our visit to Fort Moultrie coincided with the 75th anniversary of Pearl Harbor.  Somehow it seemed ironic to commemorate this solemn anniversary at a fort that has been a part of U.S. coastal defense for 171 years.

The first American slaves arrived in Jamestown in 1619. It is an inescapable part of South Carolina history that in the South slavery became entrenched and vital to the southern economy.  Sullivan’s Island was the port of entry for the majority of the enslaved Africans that were shipped to North America. 

Rice, otherwise known as “white gold” which was expertly cultivated by African slaves, became the basis for South Carolina’s wealth. When South Carolina seceded from the Union in December 1860, an inevitable march toward Civil War was set in motion.  Six days later, two U.S. artillery companies under Major Robert Anderson evacuated Fort Moultrie for the better fortified multi-tiered structure of Fort Sumter, a mile away in the middle of Charleston harbor.

In the predawn hours of April 12, 1861, the first shots of the Civil War were fired on Fort Sumter, and a national nightmare slowly ensued… Ghastly battles over the next four years would strain the fabric of the Union. 

Within days, Major Anderson surrendered and Fort Sumter and Charleston fell into Confederate hands and remained that way for most of the war.  I nearly had shivers when our guide led us to the iconic view of Fort Sumter across a cannon barrel at Fort Moultrie.

We had been anticipating our stay in Charleston for quite some time, as we had plans to meet up with our daughter for a belated Thanksgiving celebration.  We had a wonderful time together sharing the Charleston streets and sights …

… the carriage ride through graceful downtown Charleston neighborhoods,

… the walk through the Battery, a fine  promenade along a seawall so notable that any picture taken there says “Charleston” like no other,

… and a ferry ride in the harbor out to Fort Sumter (a bucket-list item for me) for a look at what has been preserved at the fort,

with its massive weaponry,

and observance of evening colors, the flag-lowering ceremony at sunset.

Among the touristy venues in Charleston, many local plantations sound almost a siren call to visitors.  The three of us decided to check out one of the oldest plantations in Lowcountry: Magnolia Plantation.  We found the tour mildly interesting in that it was representative of how the house had evolved after the Civil War.  Our disappointment was that most of the prewar home was burned by General Sherman’s Union troops as a part of Sherman’s scorched earth tactics designed to bring the Confederacy to its knees.

Gen. Winfield Scott's planned blockade of Confederate supply routes
When thinking about the Civil War, massive land battles resulting in unspeakable loss of life are usually the first images that come to mind.  A lesser talked about aspect of that war are the battles fought by ships at sea, and these battles were all because the Union blockade was strangling the South’s lucrative export cotton trade.
One of the most fascinating Civil War sea stories is one about the H.L. Hunley, a privately funded submarine in service to the Confederate States of America.  Under cover of darkness, this primitive submarine became the world’s first successful attack submarine when she snuck into Charleston’s outer harbor and sunk the Union blockade enforcer USS Housatonic.  Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the Hunley did not return to shore and ultimately sank with all 8 hands aboard.  The whereabouts of the Hunley remained a mystery for 137 years until a dive team, led by none other than novelist Clive Cussler, located her watery grave. 
To great local fanfare, the sub was raised intact and ultimately wound up at a restoration facility run by Clemson University.  Needless to say, when we found out that we could visit the Hunley on Saturdays at the Clemson restoration facility, Al’s bucket list suddenly had a new addition.

Today, the H.L. Hunley sits in a tank of alkaline water.  The sub was much bigger than we thought it would be; however, conditions were very cramped for a crew of eight, seven of which propelled the sub manually with a hand crank. 

Forensic reconstruction of H.L. Hunley's crew of 8

Al at a hand crank station inside a replica of the Hunley

Depth was controlled by means of manual pumps which operated ballast tanks of sea water.

George E. Dixon
Commanding officer of the H.L. Hunley

One of the most extraordinary artifacts found on the Hunley verified the existence of a legendary gold coin that was said to be in the possession of the Hunley’s captain, George Dixon.  The legend was that this coin had saved Dixon’s life by partially blocking a bullet that entered his leg at the battle of Shiloh, and he always carried this coin as his good luck charm from that day forward.  Incredibly, this story was verified by discovery of the coin near the remains of George Dixon.  Dixon’s poignant inscription engraved on the 20-dollar gold piece was simply haunting...  

Dixon gold piece
bend by bullet at Shiloh
April 6th 1862
  My life Preserved
The Hunley was raised from the muddy sea bottom in August 2000.  Four years of forensic studies were conducted on the crew’s remains, which were then laid to rest with full military honors in nearby Magnolia Cemetery.  The ceremony that day in Charleston was described by a South Carolina State official as “one of the greatest historical events of our lifetime.”

Magnolia Cemetery gravesites of the H.L. Hunley crew of 8

Despite dropping temps and the approach of sunset, we decided to brave a quick trip to Magnolia Cemetery to view the gravesite of those who had served on the H.L. Hunley.

We could have spent the better part of a day in this fascinating and spooky historic cemetery where graves dated back to 1850.  What tales the tombstones of Magnolia Cemetery spirits could tell… but we elected to follow the rules and made sure we cleared the gates well before 5 p.m. so we didn’t get locked in for the night.

The Military College of South Carolina, known simply as The Citadel, is one of six senior military colleges in the United States. 

The Citadel was founded in 1842 and has a proud history of rigorous military discipline.  It has largely been forgotten that the actual first shots of the Civil War were fired by Citadel Cadets when they sank the Star of the West as it attempted to resupply Union troops at Fort Sumter.  A marvelous painting in the Citadel's Daniel Library illustrated this unique moment in Citadel history.

At the entrance to campus was a giant replica of the Citadel class ring… perhaps meant to serve as a not-so-subtle inspiration for all cadets undergoing the rigors of a Citadel education.  

The impressive fortress-like Citadel campus sits on 300 acres in northwest Charleston along the shore of the Ashley River. 

The 14th century Gothic design of the chapel evoked an atmosphere of patriotism and remembrance with its wood beam ceiling and walls lined with flags of each state and territory.

Internet photo

The courtyards of the barracks buildings, home to 2300 students that comprise the corps of cadets, were painted in the Citadel’s distinctive red and white checkerboard design.

Pesky medical issues that plagued each of us caused us to extend our stay in Charleston for two weeks.  We had been pretty lucky to avoid any serious medical problems on the road for the better part of almost two years!  Now, we thought it was time to get those medical tune-ups our bodies were hinting we needed…

I dodged a minor problem with my eyes and got my issue diagnosed pretty simply.  Al, on the other hand, decided to go ahead with outpatient hernia repair surgery…

As soon as he was back on his feet, we got in some rehab walking on the Isle of Palms, where we found some pretty pricey southern-style beachfront real estate.

We did lunch at Poe’s Tavern on Sullivan’s Island,

then marveled at the southern charm of its local neighborhoods.

Yeah, if you live on the road full-time and need somewhere to recuperate from surgery…

for many reasons, Carolina Lowcountry is a pretty sweet choice.

“If you don’t learn to laugh at trouble, you won’t have anything to laugh at when you grow old.  Edgar Watson Howe

December 4, 2016


“The problems of victory are more agreeable than the problems of defeat, but they are no less difficult.”  Winston Churchill

Carol writes:  From Atlanta we headed northeast to Roebuck, South Carolina, for a visit with a very special family in our life.  We were delighted to spend an evening with Matt, Yvonne, Jillian and Jackson in their lovely southern home.  We had fun catching up and meeting the newest family member while sharing a wonderful family dinner together. 


From our campground in rural Roebuck, we also looked forward to some sibling time with Al’s sister, Rhonda, and her husband, Bill.  The four of us had a very special time together the day we made the trip up to Kings Mountain and Cowpens Revolutionary War battlefields.  More Revolutionary War battles were fought in the state of South Carolina than in any other colony.  The Battle at Kings Mountain was pivotal in that this Patriot victory turned the tide toward victory in our war for independence.  As a native South Carolinian, Kings Mountain

had great personal significance for Bill.  Five (or so) great-grandfathers back, a man named Preston Goforth fought and died in the battle at Kings Mountain. Indeed, the name Preston Goforth was memorialized on the monument!  Not surprisingly, the name Preston was used by several successive generations of the Goforth family.

During our hike to the top of Kings Mountain, we were truly in awe of the beautiful autumn day.  Fall colors were positively dazzling! 

As for our day on the battlefield honoring some of the very first American patriots who made the ultimate sacrifice at Kings Mountain… to my way of thinking, that was the perfect place to spend Veterans Day.

On the way home we took a swing by Cowpens, another Revolutionary War battlefield where American Patriot forces defeated British troops in January 1781.

At the time of the battle, Cowpens was frontier pastureland known locally as the ‘cow pens’ because it was used for wintering cattle on their way to market in Charleston.

During our stay in Roebuck, dozens of wildfires broke out in eastern Tennessee. Tragically, as the weeks played out, spread of these fires ultimately caused massive devastation and tragic loss of life in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.  Toward the end of our stay in the Roebuck campground, smoke from the wildfires was beginning to affect air quality. Nevertheless, we decided to brave a trip into Greenville to look around.  Smoky air almost made us turn back; however, we were glad we persevered, because Greenville was worth the effort.

Once a textile center along the Reedy River,

present-day Falls Park, a lovely urban oasis in a revitalized downtown, is the centerpiece of Greenville.


Our last stop before reaching the Atlantic Ocean was in Columbia, the capital of South Carolina.  Unseasonal warm, summery days followed us, and there wasn’t a drop of rain to be found. 

Tours of state capitol buildings can be great opportunities to learn a little about a state’s history, and so it was in Columbia at the South Carolina State House.  Earlier this summer, on orders from Governor Nikki Haley, the Confederate flag was removed from the grounds of the capitol.  On looking closely, you could discern an area of slightly faded grass where the Confederate flag once stood.

Today, the capitol grounds continue to pay honor to George Washington, whose statue still holds the broken cane that was vandalized during the Civil War by troops under Union General William Tecumseh Sherman.

Bronze stars marked the spots where Sherman’s Civil War cannons damaged the blue granite exterior of what was then the new State House.

Inside, the South Carolina State House was a beauty with its creative use of colors which resulted in a unique southern style.

Paintings depicting the Revolutionary War battles at Kings Mountain and Cowpens occupied prominent positions on the wall.

Battle of Kings Mountain

Battle of Cowpens

Only a block from the South Carolina State House was an entrance to the grounds of the University of South Carolina.

In spite of the fact that the Gamecocks had a home game that day, we we had no trouble completing a great walking tour of the campus.  The most interesting part of the campus was the historic over 200-year-old Horseshoe, USC’s original campus.

Our stay in Columbia also gave us an opportunity to check out the neighborhood where Al’s parents once lived during his father’s final years in the Army at Fort Jackson, just before retirement and their move to Florida.  As a newly engaged couple in 1977, this was the house where I first met Al’s parents. However, the Bendemeer house didn’t look anything like we remembered.  So many of the trees were gone… and the neighborhood was fully developed…

Finally, while in Columbia we couldn’t pass up the chance to visit Congaree National Park, one of the few remaining national parks that we have never visited.  At Congaree it is all about the trees and the protection of a rare old-growth bottomland hardwood forest.

With just the right amount of water and light, Congaree’s loblolly pines have grown into record-setting giants.

The ranger-led walk

led us through swamps dotted with bald cypress trees and their characteristic knobby ‘knees’.

Recently, Hurricane Matthew wreaked havoc on Congaree and closed access to a popular section of hiking trails, but we felt fortunate to see what we did since regular seasonal flooding often closes the part of the trail we were able to hike.  Sometimes your timing is just right…

We had sure enjoyed an 11-day stay in Upcountry South Carolina followed by 3 days in the central capital of Columbia.  Visits with special people,,


...and a new national park—couldn’t ask for more in our lifestyle.
As I reflected back on our travels in 2016, I thought about the fact that we had left the Pacific coast at San Diego in March.  Nine months later, by way of Michigan, we were just a short drive from the Atlantic coast at Charleston.  It was in Charleston where we planned to meet up with our daughter for a belated Thanksgiving dinner and some precious time together.  Would Charleston have anything else in store for us? 

 “We got to stop the tree cutting.  They’re cutting the ‘Redwoods of the East’.”  Carol Kososki