Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Years ago, before I-95, the only highway heading north was coastal Highway 17. Along the way were basket makers' stands and several small grocery stores. These days, most of the travelers on that route are heading to or from Myrtle Beach. But there is reason for locals to take a drive about 20 minutes north from the Cooper River Bridge (aka Ravenel Bridge) to visit the SEWEE Restaurant. Located in an old wooden grocery store that doubled as a full-service gas station (a la Mayberry), Mary Warren Schultz serves up some dishes that will remind you of the old days. On Saturdays, a bluegrass band is featured, adding to the ambiance of being in the country. So get out of the bustling town of Mt. Pleasant with its many chain restaurants and try something home-grown. I guarantee you'll be glad you did.
Friday, August 24, 2012
It looks like our summer weather will end early this year. We're already experiencing evening lows in the 70s and daytime highs in the 80s. A welcome relief for many. But the real topic of today's blog is the origin of the phrase in the title. Many readers will recognize it as a song written by George and Ira Gershwin for their operetta "Porgy and Bess." Before there was this masterpiece, there was the novel, "Porgy," written by local author DuBose Heyward in the early 20th century. It is a delightful story of love, murder, mayhem, tragedy, and a time when the living wasn't so easy for most Charlestonians - and not just those who were African-American. Most older Charlestonians will tell you that today it is hard to imagine just how poor this city - and its people were - not just during the Great Depression but for the first half of the 20th century. Many homeowners were "too poor to paint and too proud to whitewash." Recently I was thrilled to have the opportunity to revisit those earlier times through the performance of "Porgy and Bess" at the Dock Street Theater. Performed by local non-professional actors and singers, this was an absolutely enthralling rendition of this timeless tale! To my knowledge, it was only the third time in Charleston's history that it has been performed in the Holy City, and these local artists certainly did it right! Kudos to the Footlight Players for a splendid performance. Please give us an encore during the next Spoleto Festival.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Not my words but certainly my sentiments. New York artist Alfred Hutty telegraphed these words to his wife in the early decades of the 20th century. The period was one of great struggle for most Charlestonians who were "too poor to paint and too proud to whitewash." The city was in disrepair economically and physically. Among other things, a boll weavil infestation had destroyed the cotton crop while much of the country was "roaring" in the 1920s. The Great Depression followed, and in some cases was hardly noticed by many locals because the city had been struggling since the Civil War had ended 50 years earlier. But a number of artists from here as well as "from off," most notably from the Hudson River Valley School in upstate New York, painted a city that time had forgotten - one that still looked for the most part as it had before the Civil War. There were very few modern buildings and not much had been done in the way of upkeep of the old buildings. Subsequently, these artists give us today a glimpse into the Charleston of yesteryear, one that even during my upbringing in the 1960s resembled how it did during this "Charleston Renaissance" of the 1920s and 30s. I am thankful to have seen both the old version of Charleston when I was a kid as well as the new version of today in my middle age years. But either version can be compared to heaven on earth. In fact, one elderly friend of mine who has spent all of his seven decades here, tells people that he believes he died on the day he was born and has been living in heaven ever since. Sitting outside on a recent Monday (in beautiful weather of 70 plus degrees) in the middle of Broad Street watching the mayor and new city councilmen take their oath of office on the steps of City Hall, I felt the same way. And I think everyone there probably did too. Come quick - found heaven.
Monday, January 9, 2012
I remember my mother calling me in 1995 to tell me that a house on lower Church Street had sold for a million dollars. We were both shocked that anyone would pay that much for a house in Charleston! These days, a million dollar sale on the peninsula is commonplace. In fact, the Post and Courier reported that 10% of homes for sale in the greater Charleston area have a price tag of a million or more. Wow! Most of these high price tags are found in Downtown Charleston and Kiawah Island (127 and 198 respectively). The newspaper reported that sales are strong in the $1M-$2M range but over $3M has taken a hit in this period of depressed real estate values. Some sellers in that higher range are forced to reduce their asking price by a million dollars or more. For instance, a house on High Battery has lowered its price from $10M to $8.5M. Some of the homes on Kiawah are mansions on large lots and can be classified as estates, but what makes the prices of the ones downtown so intriguing are that they are limited in size and space. To think that no more than 40 years ago in some cases, many of these city homes were eyesores because their owners were "too poor to paint and too proud to whitewash." How times have changed! But so have the owners. Let's give credit to the newcomers who have come to our area and given us a great sense of renewal by restoring these houses. But let us not forget that it was Charlestonians through decades past who held onto these homes amid struggle and strife, saving them for a time when folks "from off" would discover what we natives have always known - that we've got something here worth saving.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Well, most of us are finishing up the last of our Hoppin' John leftovers. We only eat it once a year so it doesn't get boring eating it for 3 or 4 days in a row. Of course, the only day that it must be eaten is January 1 - New Year's Day. The custom, derived from the African-American community, is that it is eaten on that day to ensure good luck in the coming year. Keep in mind that it is made with cow peas (aka field peas) and not with black-eyed peas. (There are parts of the South that eat the latter for good luck, but they are not used in making Hoppin' John.) It doesn't hurt to eat a few greens (collards) on New Year's to help with your finances in the upcoming year. But if you missed eating either of these dishes at the start of the year, you can try eating a few benne wafers to get you through. (Benne is the term that the Black community uses to refer to sesame seeds which they considered good luck.) And these little cookies can be purchased all over town in giftshops - or you can make your own wafers using the receipt (recipe) found in the traditional cookbook, "Charleston Receipts." A lot of restaurants will be serving up "new traditional" foods this week during Restaurant Week (Jan 12-22). I say" new" because they are a new twist to some old dishes. But some foods - like Hoppin' John, red rice and okra pearlo (pilau) - have been just fine for centuries the way they are. So enjoy the "new" dishes but don't neglect the tried and true.