Kitty Lovin’ in the Mornin’
Anna and Jonathon have four cats. One of them is shaped like a shotgun.
On the way to the beach on Sullivan Island, we stopped at the Pitt Street Bridge walk in Mt Pleasant, which is just over the Cooper River from Charleston. It was a blustery walk, especially so for April.
A local fisherman, who Anna was able to identify by accent alone as a true local, was able to pull himself away from his beer and take a picture of all of us! Anna knew everything about Charleston and was a great guide :)
On the eastern tip of Sullivan Island, guarding the western edge of the entrance to Charleston Harbor is Fort Moultrie. We stopped here quickly to see the fort and the beach. The fort dates back to revolutionary war times, where a victory against the British here helped galvanize the colonists against our imperial oppressors. The fort in those days was made of Palmetto logs, which helped repel the British canon balls. They worked so well they eventually gave name to South Carolina as the Palmetto state (credit Wikipedia). See Anna and I trapped in fort jail in the adjoining photo.
Hoggle mostly enjoyed touring the early 20th century battery and trying to eat dead jellyfishes on the nearby beachfront. He was much irritated when we tugged him away.
Magnolia cemetery was beautiful, eerie, and full of history. It looked like a great place to shoot a scary movie. The gloomy weather added to the atmosphere. These statues below kind of reminded me of the Weeping Angels on Doctor Who.
The cemetery was first built in 1850 and features a number of Confederate grave stones – a feature any old deep south cemetery probably has. The inscription on the Sons of Charleston Confederate Monument highlights the difficulty with Southern history:
of the sons of Charleston
fell around her walls;
sleep on many battlefields
Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania,
Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia,
Louisiana, Mississippi, and
lie in distant graves around
their Northern prisons.
— • —
These died for their State
The inscriptions for the civil war memorials Jay has toured in the North have a slightly different feel. This along with the newly placed confederate flags display that the South’s relationship with its history is troubled. On one hand its understandable to be proud of your history and mourn those lost, especially family members. On the other hand there is such thing as being on the wrong side of history; slavery in this case.
The confederate flag is a symbol of both these things. One is the history of the south, not unlike the Don’t Tread on Me flag (before it was hijacked by the modern-day tea party) is a symbol of the revolutionary war, and is worthy of remembrance. It’s also a symbol of the deplorable slave state the confederacy was. And in Magnolia Cemetery it seems to be a symbol of the former. Though it is possible that some of these flags are placed by those who are still holding on to the past and would love the south to “rise again”, representing the latter whether they intend to or not. It’s not a simple issue. The feelings run deep and the opinions on the issue are probably equal in number to the graves in this cemetery.
Hoggle seemed to really love the cemetery. I think he kind of saw all the tombstones as his own personal obstacle course for us to play chase with him. I imagine folks wouldn’t appreciate it much if we started taking our dog to cemeteries to play chase though. We’ve decided that Hoggle is a wonder dachshund too, even if he isn’t THE wonder dachshund. Or maybe there can be more than one THE wonder dachshund. Buffy THE Vampire Slayer did end up having more than one slayer!
And so ended our weekend in Charleston! Thank you to our gracious hostess and host for an awesome time!