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The Glories of Edisto Island

September 13, 2012


I love my job. One of the simple pleasures is touring the lowcountry and it’s amazing beauty. Today my smart and lovely work colleague and I scouted sites for an upcoming field trip. The day couldn’t have been nicer; cool weather, a breeze and clouds forming tremendous angel wings that flew us down  HWY 174. We stopped by Prospect Hill; shaded underneath the canopy of live oaks. We dropped by The Grove, constructed in 1825. It’s portico is inviting and interior simple and beautiful, it boasts a wonderful fanlight and from the piazzas the view is breathtaking with spartina grass glistening green against the blue water reflecting the blue sky. Ibis, herons and other water birds were available to our view.

My friend was quiet and smiled that smile that we all do when we are entranced by the lowcountry. A “wee” bit of awe lit up her face; given to her by the majestic beauty of a white house on a raised basement with a tabby foundation and rice dikes.

We continued our trek, windows open, laughing, giggling and instantly inspired by dirt roads, oak trees, scrub myrtles, and the endless view of marshes and creeks at high tide. We traveled to Steamboat Landing and down Brick House Road. We were greeted by members of the choir of the Presbyterian church who invited us into the most amazing sanctuary with so much light and a Venetian window that caused me great joy. Someone was playing the organ and I thought that the entire Island must rejoice in its sound. We sought out Hepizabah Townsend’s grave at the Baptist church and marvelled at her story and the church’s architecture.

In my head I had a plan for this upcoming tour. It would include tales of the families; the Jenkins’, the Grimballs, the Morris’, Seabrooks and  Aikens. I have alot of research, but now I need to do more. I want this story to tell it all. Plantation life, the complexities of slavery, the foodways, religion. the entire lot!I told her let’s plan a stop at a local stand that sells fresh pies (tomato pie, key lime pie, ohh yum… just pie) and produce. It will be magical and it’s all about giving back… and that’s when we started finishing each other’s sentences.. “to the community” she beamed….

And then we were off again, heading home now!  We crossed the bridge and traveled the road. I wanted to take her down Toogoodoo Road. I love its name as much as I love to say it!

And we did. I drove her to Meggett to see it’s tiny and pristine downtown with it’s shell encrusted sidewalks and new streetlights. I told her it had been the cabbage capital of the world in the early 20th c. and I saw that smile again.


I don’t usually get lost in my lowcountry; but it has been known to happen. Today we were lost twice for 5 minutes each. Not bad. The reason? I haven’t been to Edisto in a year and that’s just plain stupid as it is just filled with eyecandy for the soul!


I have always enjoyed my colleague’s company, yet today I learned so much. I learned about her determination, her goals and her strengths. It was a joyous experience!  Julia Lane ~ you are golden!


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  1. Louise K Hurd permalink

    May I please take this tour with you.:) I am utterly in love with this place from reading your words. Thank you for the “eye candy” for my soul. I could see it all. Thank you. Isn’t there just something magical about the word, “lowcountry”? Getting lost in it must be wonderful.Have a lovely day, my friend.

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