Before we left Myrtle Beach late that evening, we visited the Burroughs and Chapin Art Museum to witness an expression of Gullah art through quilts made by the natives of the far eastern island of South Carolina. These many quilts hanging throughout the seaside, first floor galleries of the art center exhibited the resourcefulness of the low income people of that region that have traditionally used what was available to construct the perfect apparatus to their families warm at night. The last quilt handed down to me by my great aunt, Hallie Cutler, was used up a few years ago. Man, we loved that quilt. Today it would be considered art.
The Gullah quilts are a colorful representation of resorcefulness. Loretta Bennett completed this denim inspired quilt: Above. Rita Mae Pettway sewed these pastel patterns to achieve this colorful quilt: Below.
Outside of my last meal at the beach at the aforementioned Gordon Biersch, my son, Stanhope, and I did something we haven’t done in a while - throw and catch the football on the beach. It was windy, and I have not thrown in some time, so I really had to put my arm in it to effect the desired spiral and arc. Stanhope can catch about anything within reasonable proximity, so he generally always makes me look reasonably good. And, the long swim in the unseasonably warm ocean was well deserved and therapeutic.
A swim in the pools at South Beach: The Breezes Club above, the Club House Pool - below #1, the Lazy River - below #2, the central pool with tiki bar - below #3.
So that was the nature of this chapter of the Myrtle Beach getaway. Plenty of sun, lots of sun, eating out, drinking beer, fully immersed in the in the water in the many pools of South Beach and the Atlantic Ocean, and the Gullah quilts to remind us of a different time, when country folks were resourceful and made stuff, and more overall just another sack of memories for me and my wife. You just got to getaway when you can.
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