FAMILY WEEK AT EDISTO ISLAND

Ron and I recently drove to Edisto Island, South Carolina, in a loaded mini-van with two kayaks and two grandchildren for a much-anticipated week-long Roseveare family reunion. We caravanned with daughter Christine's family, and switched grandchildren several times during the ride.

A porch full of Roseveares. Eight more arrived later.

Ron and I with our 3 children, their spouses and children for a total 

of 20. We'd number 21 if grandson Jonathan hadn't died in 2006. 

Seeing relatives interacting and catching up on our families' lives was really special. We swam, kayaked, biked and played together. I loved getting to know my great nieces and nephews; I hadn't seen most of them for years. I laughed with them, marveled at their personalities and what possibilities the future holds for them. I discovered that my nieces and nephew are as delightful as I remembered, that they are good parents.

Some Roseveares at the Edisto River

Edisto Island isn't commercial like Myrtle Beach. Sandwiched between the Atlantic Ocean and the Edisto River, the island holds no big high-rise hotels or buildings. Bike trails run across much of the island, and bikers and runners take advantage of them. Access areas to the sandy beach are plentiful, so no matter where you stay on the island you can enjoy the ocean. We jumped the ocean breakers and played in waves mornings and early afternoons. Mid afternoons and at sunset we kayaked, crabbed, and played where the Edisto River and Atlantic Ocean meet. Sunsets here are spectacular. See photo below.

The Piggly Wiggly is the only supermarket on Edisto; I never shop there on Sundays when all the vacationers are arriving. The small aisles are jammed with hoards of shoppers and it smells of fresh fish, produce, sunscreen, and yeah, sweat and beer. We either take enough food for a couple days or buy it in nearby Walterboro. But Piggly Wiggly is beachy, loaded with personality--and I hope it stays the same for ever. Several of the kids bought Piggly Wiggly tee shirts. (I understand Piggly Wiggly shirts are the rage among teens, even in Virginia!) Even though I'm way past being a teenager, I bought one, too. Mine is purple.

 Cashiers above are wearing Piggly Wiggly tee shirts.

We visited the Serpentarium, watched naturalists feed alligators, and attended a snake presentation where some of us held a non-poisonous snake. As you can tell in the photo below, you don't want to be near a snake when red touches yellow! Our family has memorized this. Maybe you should, too.

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 We discovered Hammock Island and Botany Bay Beach, both nature lovers' paradises. South Carolina's salt marsh ecosystem contains 3,500 hammock islands, located landward of barrier islands. We walked the half mile over salt marshes to Botany Bay Beach. See pictures below.

 Some of our folks crossing the salt marsh to Botany Beach.

 

Pelicans in flight at Botany Beach.

A centuries'-old live oak tree on Hammock Island.

Edisto Island Memories

Once a year Ron and I pack the minivan with bicycles, suitcases, a cooler crammed with food, lots of sunscreen, and head off to Edisto Island, South Carolina, one of our favorite spots. Sometimes we tie our kayaks on top of the minivan so we can explore the marshes, but not this time. Besides, that’s another blog.

This year we invited our daughter, her husband, and their seven children (ages 9 months, 2 1/2, 6, nearly 8, 9, 11 and 13 years) to join us. By now, some of you are probably thinking hubby and I had lost our minds. Not so. The time with our family was a blast. I'm sure we'll do it again.

We met in Gretna, Virginia, and caravanned through North Carolina and South Carolina. With a newly- potty-trained child and a nine-month old baby who needed feeding, the trip was a long one. I don’t think we passed a rest area without stopping. Three grandchildren rode with us. We played old travel games and invented new ones that required vivid imaginations and good memories. And we laughed until our faces hurt.

Edisto Island, a shell-seekers dream and the complete opposite of crowded Myrtle Beach, is located about an hour south of Charleston. There are no high-rises, no Wal-Mart, no huge shopping centers. Instead, individual houses, condos and townhouses dot the landscape. Several restaurants offer scrumptious seafood. Bike trails wind through beautiful backyard alleys, alongside roads and throughout the island. The Edisto Book Store offers a huge selection of books; I always buy several by local and/or Southern writers. The Edisto Serpentarium—complete with poisonous and non-poisonous snakes, alligators, turtles, and other creepy-crawlers—is fascinating and educational.

An old Piggly Wiggly is the only grocery store on the island. Whatever you do, don’t go on Sunday check-in days to buy the immediate necessities or you’ll fight frustrated, hungry crowds and their carts in the narrow aisles. We’ve learned to either take enough food with us or to buy food in Walterboro so we can avoid the chaos.

Local produce stands provide fresh vegetables and fruit. King’s produce sells vegetables grown on land farmed by the same family for six generations. They also make and sell the best-ever key lime pies.

Every year since 1987, we’ve stopped by George and Pink’s to buy veggies and to soak up some of the local color. Live oak trees dripping with Spanish moss line the road. My daughter Christine and I rode horses down this soft, sandy road that passes George and Pink’s place. I can still remember the thud-thud-thud of the horses' hooves as we trotted and cantered down a road that looked two hundred years old, a road that seemed capable of leading us to Scarlet’s “Tara” in “Gone With the Wind.”

Charleston, one of my favorite cities in the whole world, is only an hour’s drive from Edisto. Our family lunched at the Fleet Landing Restaurant in Charleston, and visited the Charleston Aquarium for the first time. Not a gigantic facility, the aquarium is still well done, lovely and educational. Well worth the drive. While there, the children were allowed to pick up different aquatic critters. We learned how to handle horseshoe crabs, were told that they can’t hurt you. Later that day while swimming back at Edisto, 13-year old Jacob felt a horseshoe crab bump his leg. Because of what he’d learned at the aquarium, he picked it up, showed the crab to the rest of us, then returned it to the water. We watched the crab swim away.

At Edisto we made memories none of us will ever forget. During the day we picked up shells, biked, swam, played tag with the ocean waves, built sandcastles. Evenings we watched glorious sunsets, played silly games. Ron and I re-discovered how much each family member has to offer, how precious and different each of the children is. And we will continue to make memories as long as we can.