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There is nothing like our beaches - I wish that I could take y'all back with me to the Isle of Palms when I was child. Very few homes. Sand Dunes in front of the house (two blocks from the Ocean), sub-tropical jungle a few blocks away, Mrs. Gantts Boarding house and her goldfish pond, Suzanne, Cathy, Carol, Myrna, Billy, Alan, Sarah, the Redd kids, Andie, my little sister Toni, oh we had a ball. Only thing we were afraid of was the Goatman!!!!! He looked just like Robinson Caruso and stank to high heavens - everytime I see a goat or smell them he comes to mind. About the only place we could not go by ourselves was the beach.

A common complaint from the moms was - you have brought more sand inside this house than there could possibly be outside!!!! Now get the broom and start sweeping!

Have enjoyed your reminiscing! Isle of Palms stories sound to enticing to want to go back in time and see that happy scene!

"you have brought more sand inside this house than there could possibly be outside!!!! Now get the broom and start sweeping!"

I heard that!

My mom said the same thing those many summer vacations we took to crescent Beach - staying at the same rental cottage year after year with her brother's and sister's family staying with us or in the cottage next door! Total of about 12 children - and always trapsing in enough sand to build a sand castle with inside the house!

As you say - those were the carefree days of summer at the sandy beaches of South Carolina!

(My mama probably didn't think they were so carefree....LOL....chasing after us four chilluns!!! and her neices and nephews to boot!)

God has blessed us more than we can ever thank him for to have lived in the South. Not just for the scenes of beauty but just for the graciousness that was ours.

Anyway - enough reminiscing. We are living in "today" - onward and upward - and you, Dixie Sass, are leading us in that direction!