September 11, 1994:
The time has flown. It is now September, and we find ourselves in Avalon in beautiful weather with the twins’ grandÂparents, Betty and Jerry Hopkins as guests. I note that I omitted to report on the doings at Myrtle Beach, it seems we keep moving so fast that the chronicler can’t keep up.
The highlight of Myrtle Beach was a bus trip to Charleston, South Carolina. David, June and I boarded a bus outside our Myrtle Beach hotel and after a pleasant two-hour ride along the Atlantic Ocean, arrived in downtown Charleston. A spritely matron guide (guidess?) boarded the bus and immediately began singing “Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning…”, awakening all those who thought we were going to get just another dull, historic tour. She then went on as the bus drove around downtown Charleston, desÂcribing the architecture and proudly noting, “in Charleston we never let anything just rot away”, preservation is their byword.
We spent an hour in the downtown open markets. June brought a straw hat, hand made, and so did I, which my grandson, David, wore the rest of the day.
We spent another two hours going over the Charleston Bay to Fort Sumter, the sight of the first shots heard to begin the evil War, and then back around the Bay. We did the Sumter trip after lunch at a riverside cafe.
I think I will send this out now or we will be another several weeks. I promise to try harder to catch up and keep up in the future, even cutting down on some more of the trivia.
Just a note: Father Dick is recovering from surgery. He’s at Georgetown Community House, Georgetown University, Washington, DC 20007. There will be more on all of the above later.
NOTE: Father Dick will be 80 years old on October 2nd. You might want to send him a card to celebrate to event.