Sometimes the best history lessons are the ones we don’t know we’re learning.
The upcoming tour of homes always reminds me of my early days on Edisto Island when I used to go to Cassina Point to visit my grandparents. This was back in the early 1990s when the old plantation house was used as a bed and breakfast. Back then, I was just a kid, not even 10 years old yet, and I never really realized how stepping into that home was to have a hands-on experience with the history of the south.
The house was built in the late 1840s for Carolina Seabrook and her husband James Hopkinson, who just so happened to be grandson of the signer of the Declaration of Independence and designer of the American flag. Carolina was the daughter of the Seabrook family, which was known throughout the region as a prominent wealthy family known for their Sea Island cotton crops.
When Cassina Point was built, the Seabrook family was still major growers of cotton and the land surrounding the house was full of cotton crops. I didn’t know back then when we played croquet in the lawn that we were walking on land that had once been traveled by everyone from the richest people of the land to the slaves who worked the fields to Civil War soldiers. However, it was the soldiers that I remember most about Cassina Point.
Many of them had scrawled their names into the foundation of the house in the basement. The plantation was occupied by several units, one of which was the Third New Hampshire Regiment, which occupied the island in April 1862 and was reportedly in Cassina Point until June of that year.
Seeing the names of these men on the walls fascinated me. These were men who lived and died more than a hundred years before any of us made our way to Edisto. Their signatures were as much haunting as they were beautiful. It seemed as though these men were communicating to everyone who came by long after they were gone to say that they’d been there in the south as the enemy staying in an occupied home just an hour away from where the war began: Fort Sumter.
I don’t know why they wrote their names on the walls, but I do know that in doing so they left a lasting reminder of the days when Edisto Island played a prominent role in the country’s future and I’m glad I got to see it.
Nowadays, Cassina Point is closed to the public and serves as a private residence. It’s tucked away on one of Edisto’s many rarely traveled side roads and looks very much the same as it did all those years ago with its red roof, white exterior, black shutters, and large chimneys. To catch a glimpse of Cassina Point from the road is to catch a glimpse of Edisto’s past.
There are some things about being a kid that adults just miss out on. Playing in the dirt, making mud pies, splashing in puddles, soaring through the summer wind on a tire swing, and spending hours on end in a tree house are just some of the things that most people had to say goodbye to after childhood was over.
Hurricane Irene delivered minimal effects to Edisto Island, but the storm is still raging on up the coast.
Have you ever stopped to think about whom the first person was to see an oyster and think, “Hmm, I bet if I popped its shell open it would be pretty tasty?”
There was a time when the south was known for its opulence. In the late 1700s, South Carolina was filled with grand plantations dedicated to growing cotton, indigo, and rice.
In just a few short weeks the beaches will be filled with nothing but memories of summer as all the kids go back to school.
Pamela and Ino Vandersteur live in the remote woodlands of the island where they mix up their seemingly miraculous insect repellent. Pamela grew up appreciating nature’s ability to fix what ails us. When she was just a teenager, she met a dog with a severe case of mange that no modern veterinarian medicine could treat. Not being one to back off when an animal is in trouble, Pamela said she found herself at the library studying ancient texts so she could drum up something to help this poor dog.
Visits to the Lowcountry means vacationers from far and wide have undoubtedly seen the signs for boiled peanuts. The first reaction to this sign generally elicits a negative response; people just don’t understand how a boiled peanut could be appetizing. But locals – like mothers the world over trying to get a stubborn child to try various vegetables throughout life – will encourage anyone unfamiliar with the boiled peanut to give it a whirl.
Making boiled peanuts is easy, but time consuming. Here’s how to do it:
