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NOTES FROM THE EDITOR: One of the best things about being Editor is deciding each month what to present to our readers. What will be interesting, how to keep the magazine fresh and diverse, what images, how to make each issue better than the last. Well, I have to tell you before the cat gets out of the bag, The Breeze is entering a new era. We are now affiliated with Island Communications, and there are great things on the horizon. But not so fast, more about that on page 8, let’s talk a bit about what surprises are in store for you this issue. John Samuel Graves, III has written a great piece about the history of the Oyster Factory. How it started, and believe it or not if it were not for the depression and the boll weevil, yes a bug, Larry and Tina Toomer would not have the legacy that they are carrying on with their family. Don’t miss this one, as there are some wonderful historic pictures he provided that you have not seen. Then we move on to a piece that we remade, that was by our Founder, Donna Huffman, and written by Michele RoldanShaw, ten years ago. It’s about those little creatures we hear each night, that’s right, you guessed it …. tree frogs. You will fall in love with the images we dug up of those little guys, always with a grin on their face, too fun! Jevon Daly, our resident maestro, wrote a nice article about kids, or should I say musicians and aspiring entertainers, learning and playing jazz at the Hilton Head Jazz Camp. You can tell how much they love creating sound and rhythm that pleases our ear. To help put it into context, I threw in a few snippets about great jazz players who helped shape this uniquely American music style, that we all love. Enjoy! Not only is Michele Roldan-Shaw, who has written for The Breeze for years, a great yarn spinner, but she is a wonderful person as well. She tells a story of taking a young boy on an adventure. He has never had the opportunity to experience the wonders of nature, its beauty and the excitement that it holds. You get the sense after reading this, that his life will never be the same. Now, we are learning to love the work of the late Andrew Peeples, one of those thirteen children, eleven boys all named after the disciples (they stopped at Judas) who grew up on Calhoun Street. Bootleg Cove will make you wonder, is it fact or fiction? Did this really happen? You decide for yourself. What a fresh and truly original short story. Well I am out of space here, but can not leave without thanking The Breezes’ new staff over at ICOM, Lorraine, our new Publisher, Jennifer and Liz for art direction, and what an absolutely wonderful job they did on their first of many issues. They get it! Stay tuned for things to come, and don’t forget to support our advertisers, as they make all of this happen for you.
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THE MAGAZINE OF BLUFFTON PUBLISHER Lorraine Jenness lorraine@hiltonhead.com 843-757-9889 EDITOR Randolph Stewart randolph@bluffton.com 843-816-4005 SALES DIRECTOR Chierie Smith chierie@bluffton.com 843-505-2732 GRAPHIC DESIGNER Liz Shumake liz@hiltonhead.com 843-757-9889 ART DIRECTOR Jennifer Mlay graphics@hiltonhead.com 843-757-9889 CONTRIBUTING WRITERS Amber Hester Kuehn MS, Kelly Dillon Art Cornell, Bill Newby, Joan Morris, Jevon Daly, Stephanie Dickinson, Michele Roldan-Shaw, Anne M. Jennings, Elizabeth Robins, Andrew Peeples, John Samuel Graves III, PHOTOGRAPHERS , ARTISTS Art Cornell, Eric Horan, Chris Hefter, Margaret Palmer, Matt Richardson CORPORATE OFFICE 40 Persimmon St. Suite 102 P.O. Box 472, Bluffton, SC 29910 843.757.8877 The Breeze is published by Island Communications and The Breeze LLC. All rights are reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or stored for retrieval by any means without permission from the Publisher. The Breeze is not responsible for unsolicited materials and the publisher accepts no responsibility for the contents or accuracy of claims in any advertisement in any issue. The Breeze is not responsible or liable for any errors, omissions, or changes in information. The opinion of contributing writers do not necessarily reflect the opinion of the magazine and its Publisher. All published photos and copy provided by writers and artists become the property of The Breeze. Copyright. 2015
CONTENTS
AUGUST 2015, VOLUME 13, NO. 8
F E AT U R E S
10 Boll Weevils and Oysters 16 Bluffton, Through the Eyes of an Innocent 22 Treasure Troves of Tree Frogs 28 Bootleg Cove 40 Rattling and Wailing All Summer Long
D E PA R T M E N T S
10 History 13 Fellowship 14 Tide Chart 20 Golf Courses
38 Over the Bridges and Beyond
40 Music Town 42 Restaurant Guide
26 Your Corner 34 Bulletin Board 36 Thoughts in the Breeze
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What’s Blowing in The Breeze? Well, I sure hope you noticed something different about the cover? Yes, you guessed right! “The Breeze, The Magazine of Bluffton” … oh and let’s not forget to mention, bluffton.com. This great town of ours is growing leaps and bounds … and now so will your magazine. We are so fortunate to announce that we are now affiliated with Island Communications, as we move forward. ICOM is the largest local magazine publisher in the lowcountry, printing over 1 million magazines a year for Hilton Head, Savannah and now Bluffton. The Breeze will be part of their family along with Island Events, Savannah Scene and The Official Guide. These magazines are specifically geared for the visitor market, and The Breeze is for everyone! We are in a digital world and with bluffton.com, not only are we going to continue to provide the magazine that you have learned to love, but will be your source on the Internet for all that is happening in the lowcountry. Check on upcoming festivals, link to all of the best restaurants and businesses, find a builder or the right house to buy, make a tee time, where music is being played and get the meeting schedules from the Town … even watch videos, all by visiting one site. New visitors, and those that are interested in coming to see what we are all about, will enjoy reading our stories and learning about what makes
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Bluffton and her people living here so special. They will find all that they are looking for by searching bluffton.com. Book a hotel room, rent a car, take a kayak ride or a cruise on the river, find how to navigate Old Town and visit our historic sites. Did I mention reading The Breeze online? The Breeze will provide all this, plus with her sister publications and websites, hiltonhead.com and savannah.com, will become, the most active Internet sites in the lowcountry. Last year, ICOM’s sites had over 3.5 million hits. Wow! The one thing we know and as Editor promise, we will continue to be devoted to bringing you the best and most interesting editorial content, and photography of any magazine around. Publishing The Breeze is a responsibility to serve you! New readers will learn how much we care about our Town, her history and river. They will see what we know, that the people of Bluffton are her greatest asset. You will see from this issue that the staff at ICOM is devoted to bringing you the same warm hometown feel that we are known for and have provided you for almost fourteen years. We are now secure and ready to continue into the future that is to come. We all sincerely thank our readers and advertisers, and and look forward to the new challenge. As always we welcome your comments and ideas!
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HISTORY
Boll Weevils and Oysters Remembering John Samuel Graves, Senior and Junior Graves by John Samuel Graves III
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ou might not think that there could possibly be a connection between boll weevils and oysters but my grandfather could tell you otherwise—if he were still alive. John Samuel Graves, Sr. (1879-1963), my grandfather, was a merchant and entrepreneur in the early 1900s in Bluffton. He was affectionately called Sam Graves. Over the years he had owned and operated a cotton gin, bought and sold real estate, and did some banking. He also owned and operated a general mercantile store until a protracted and devastating boll weevil infestation in the mid-1920s left most of the farmers that relied on his store credit unable to pay their debts. Sam Graves was forced to close his store and seek other means of making a living. Shortly after closing his store he started working for the South Carolina Board of Fisheries and became familiar with the oyster business. At some point, as the crash of 1929 began to take its toll on everyone, he had the opportunity to acquire the oyster factory at the end of Wharf Street. The original factory sat on property owned by the city of Bluffton. It was in very poor condition and needed a lot of work but had potential that my grandfather was quick to see. Originally he paid for his lease by supplying crushed oyster shell to be used on the town streets. Later, my father acquired the land on both sides of Wharf Street and built a new factory on his own land. Families were large in those days. Sam Graves had eight children. His father had ten and his grandfather had twelve. My grandfather’s oldest son, John Samuel Graves, Jr. (19101964) was my father. “Junior” Graves, as he was widely known, was in school at Wofford College in Spartanburg at the time of his father’s purchase of the oyster factory. However, the Great Depression and other factors forced my father to return home to run his father’s newly acquired business. He left college in his third year and never completed his business degree. If it hadn’t been for the boll weevil disasters, compounded by the depression, perhaps Sam and Junior Graves would never have
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“Sam” Graves with his beloved collie & cigar.
gotten into the oyster business. So began the thirty-five year history of the Graves family owning and operating the Bluffton Seafood Co. (now called the Bluffton Oyster Co.). My grandfather’s breakfast often included three eggs over easy, lots of bacon and multiple cups of coffee. After he retired, and even before, he loved to sit on the front porch of the Graves House on Calhoun Street in his rocking chair, his beloved collie dog beside him, reading the newspaper, smoking his cigar, and discussing everything under the sun with anyone that came by. His grandchildren often played and skated on the porch. He once said that all he needed for church was to sit on his porch and take in the sights and sounds of nature, friends and relatives. My grandmother Graves once said that she felt next to heaven sitting on their porch.
“Papa,” as we used to call my grandfather, was well liked and respected, had a great sense of humor and loved to tell jokes and humorous stories about friends and family. I can still see his smile and hear his laugh. As he got older he grew an immense head of bushy, gray hair. In 1951 he and my Grandmother Cora Jane received a telegram notifying them of the death of their youngest son, Fred, in Korea. I still have the telegram. My grandmother collapsed and died two weeks later. Before Fred had been drafted he had been my father’s most essential employee. Sam survived his wife by twelve years. Fred and both of my grandparents were buried from Bluffton’s Methodist Church and are now resting in the Graves family plot in the Bluffton Cemetery. My father was born in 1910 in Bluffton in the Graves House on Calhoun Street not long after it was built by his grandfather George Guilford, then mayor of Bluffton, in 1908. His grandmother, “Doctor” Jane Guilford, wife of George Guilford, delivered him. When “Doctor” Guilford died in 1939 my father moved into her house on the corner of Boundary and Bridge Streets. He lived the rest of his life there in the Guilford House, a house that is listed, along with the Graves House, as a Contributing Structure in Bluffton’s Historic District. As the eldest son, my father realized that he had increased responsibilities for his seven siblings. He spent much of his life trying to help and support his entire family, including his parents. His high sense of social responsibility also included his employees. When he was only eight years old, he acquired a single shot 410 shotgun and was expected to supply game for family meals. That little gun put many a rabbit, squirrel, quail and turkey on the dinner table. My younger brother, Stephen, still has that gun.
The infamous boll weevil After returning from college my father took early control of the oyster business and over the succeeding years added an oyster plant on Trimbleston Plantation on Sawmill Creek, one on Dafauskie Island and managed one on Jenkins Island. Junior Graves eventually held oyster leases on thousands of acres and hundreds of miles of shoreline. The oyster beds were leased from the state and were held for life as long as they were tended, replanted and paid for each year. My father’s oyster leases started some distance up May River from the Bluffton factory and then down May River taking in all surrounding estuaries, marshes and creeks; everything along Palmetto Bluff’s eastern and south eastern shores, through Cauley Creek, continuing southward down Cooper River to New River, then back through Rams Horn Cut, continuing along Cooper River towards Calibogue Sound; then on around Barataria Island, the Middle Marsh area and back up to May River, including most of both sides of May River back up to the factory. His leases also included everything between Calibogue Sound and Bull Island, all the surrounding estuaries, Bull Creek, Savage Creek, Savage Island and Jack Crow Island (except the amount set aside for public gathering in front of Bull Island). His leases then picked up again just north of Buckingham in Mackays Creek, including all estuaries and marsh lands lying on the left side of Mackays Creek, down to Chechessee River, then to Dilbert Creek, including all estuaries, then on around Devil’s Elbow and all on the south easterly side of the Colleton River and then on to both sides of Sawmill Creek and all estuaries. According to my younger brother, Stephen, who used to patrol the leases in a speed boat to prevent poaching, not all the leases could be inspected in one day, even two days, traveling in a high-speed boat. I am indebted to him for recalling the locations of our father’s oyster leases. Steve’s experience of the seafood business was vast. After graduating from Bluffton High he became my father’s right hand man.
My father built this Bluffton factory to replace the original one. Shown are barges filled with green, newly shucked, seed oyster shells, to be returned to the leased oyster beds.
Junior Graves became the largest employer in Bluffton in a time when sources of income were hard to find. At his peak production he employed close to two
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hundred shuckers and haulers and produced as much as 24,000 gallons of hand shucked oysters in a seven month season. In off seasons he supplemented his business by harvesting and processing both shrimp and crabs. The oyster business is much like farming. Oysters are “planted” by returning shucked “green” shells to the leased waters for young oysters to attach to. It was very important to return the shucked shell to the beds in a timely manner because attached, unopened small oysters could be saved. The beds, which can be seen at low tide, are tended by raking and spreading the oysters. The oysters are harvested by gathering them with large tongs or rakes and then brought to the oyster factory for shucking, canning and shipping to the market—usually to a middleman. The flat-bottomed boat used to collect and carry the oysters is called a batteau.
“Junior” Graves, 1942, age 32 My younger brother, Steve Graves, out crabbing Workers shucking oysters in Bluffton in 1962
For many years my father’s workers made daily runs to Savannah to get eight, 300 pound blocks of ice to keep the fresh oysters from spoiling. Spoilage was one of the biggest problems that all oyster producers faced. Only in the early 1960s did he finally acquire his own ice maker. The oyster business was a difficult, often dirty business, requiring long hours and incredible endurance and dedication. There were many lean years and disappointments. Over the thirty-some years that my father ran the Bluffton Seafood Co. the inherent stresses, responsibilities and anxieties of the business took their toll. For many years he smoked heavily to alleviate some of that strain and the habit finally killed him. He died of cancer in 1964 at the relatively young age of 54. My father was much loved. When he was buried from the Bluffton Methodist Church hundreds of friends and employees attended. Many had to stand in the church yard for lack of seats. During the funeral procession a line of cars stretched from the church to the Bluffton Cemetery.
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More info about the Graves family is available on graveshouse.org. See the genealogy and the articles tabs. Information about the author can be seen on astarfell.com and jsgraves.musicaneo.com.
FELLOWSHIP AFRICAN METHODIST EPISCOPAL Cambell Chapel A.M.E. 25 Boundary Street, 757-3652 Sunday School 8:45am Worship:10am ASSEMBLY OF GOD New River Worship Center Hwy 170 & Argent Blvd. (next to ESPY) 379-1815 Sunday: 10:30am Wednesday 7pm BAPTIST First Baptist Church of Bluffton Boundary at Church Street, 757-3472 Sunday School: 9:15am Worship: 11:00am First Zion Baptist Wharf Street 757-3128 Sunday School: 9am Sunday worship: 10am May River Baptist Church SC-170, North of US 46, 757-2518 Sunday School: 9:45 am Sunday Worship: 11am St. John’s Baptist Church 103 Pritchard Street, 757-4350 Sunday Worship: 11am St. Matthew’s Baptist Church SC Highway 170, 757-3255 Sunday Worship: 11am Indian Hill Baptist Church Hwy 278 next to Eagle’s Point, 757-2603 Sunday School: 9:45am Sunday Worship: 11am JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES Kingdom Hall, SC 46, 815-4455 Sunday Public Talk: 9:30am & 3:30pm Spanish Public Talk: 12:30pm
Bible Missionary Baptist Church Goethe Road Community Cntr, 815-5523 Sunday Worship: 11am Bible Study: 6pm CATHOLIC St. Gregory the Great Catholic Church 333 Fording Island Road, 815-3100 Sat. 4pm, 6pm Sun. 7:15am, 9am, 11am, 5pm, Espagnol 1pm Mon-Fri 6:45am Chapel, 8:30am Church ANGLICAN The Church of the Cross 110 Calhoun St, 757-2661 495 Buckwalter Parkway, 757-2662 Sunday Worship: 8am & 10am The Church of the Holy Trinity (Grahamville) 2718 Bees Creek Road, Ridgeland, 726-3743 Sunday Worship: 8:30 and 11:00 am Sunday School for All Ages: 9:45 am Midweek Services: Wednesday, 6:30 pm EPISCOPAL The Episcopal Church of Okatie 231 Hazzard Creek, Okatie, SC 843-592-3965 Worship: Every Sunday 9:00am GREEK ORTHODOX Holy Resurrection Church at St. Andrews Catholic Church 220 Pickney Colony Road, 837-4659 Orthros: 9:30am, Liturgy 10am
LUTHERAN Lord of Life Lutheran Church 351 Buckwalter Parkway, 757-4774 Sunday School: 10am Sunday Worship: 8am, 9am, 11am METHODIST Bluffton United Methodist Church 101 Calhoun Street, 757-3351 Sunday School 9:45am Sunday Worship: 8:45am & 11am Church of the Palms United Methodist 1425 Okatie Highway, 379-1888 Sunday Worship: 10:30am St. Luke’s United Methodist Church SC Highway 170 near Sun CIty, 705-3022 Sunday Worship: 8:30am and 10am St. Andrew By-The-Sea UMC Bluffton Campus One University Blvd. (USCB’s HHI Gateway Campus, Hargray Building) 843-785-4711 Sunday worship: 10:30 a.m. PRESBYTERIAN Lowcountry Presbyterian Church US 278 and Simmonsville Road, 815-6570 Sunday School: Adult 9:40am, Child 10:30 Sunday Worship: 8:30am & 10:30am Grace Coastal Church (PCA) 1425 Okatie 15 Williams Drive (off 170), 379-5521 Sunday School: 11am Sunday Worship: 9:30am NON-DENOMINATIONAL Live Oak Christian Church Bluffton High School Auditorium 757-5670 Kidstreet: 9:15am, Worship 10:15am
JEWISH Temple Oseh Shalom Lowcountry Community Church at Lowcountry Presbyterian Bluffton: 801 Buckwalter Parkway836-1101 278 Simmonsville Road, 705-2532 Sunday Worship: 8:30am, 10am, 11:30am Shabbat Worship 3rd Friday of month, 8pm
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AUGUST TIDES
Tide chart is calculated for the May River. Full Moon August 29th.
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Bluffton, Through the Eyes of an Innocent
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have a little buddy in South Florida, a 12-year-old Indian boy by the name of Neelkanth Ganediwal (Neel for short.) For quite some time I had been making vague promises as to all the adventures I would take him on; then his mom visited me here in Bluffton and returned home with tantalizing reports of boat rides and dolphins and that sort of thing, until the boy began to grow insistent. “Don’t worry lil buddy,” I tried to placate him over the phone one day, “when I come visit you we’ll do cool stuff.” “No, there’s nothing to do here!” he cried in desperation, and instantly all my memories of youthful boredom came flooding back. (Not to mention it was undeniably true there’s nothing to do in the suburbs where he lives.) “I wanna come to Bluffton!” he pleaded. “Well, when’s your spring break?” He told me, and the dates worked. “Ask your folks,” I said, but
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By Michele Roldán-Shaw I knew even then the deal was sealed—I was not sliding out of this one. “Miss Michele, can we do the bed that you put between the trees?” he asked excitedly. “You know, the one you showed my mom!” “You mean the hammock?” “Yeah! The bed-thingy that goes between two trees!” “Good Lord,” I thought, “this kid is really sheltered … he’s gonna have a tough learning curve with me.” Three weeks later I was picking him up at the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport, where he stood behind the check-
in counter with the stewardesses—a goodlooking boy with smooth brown skin, glasses, gangly limbs and a mop of black curls. He had his backpack and little roller suitcase; he’d come well-provisioned with miniature football, board game, pack of cards, and DVD of Disney’s original cartoon “Jungle Book.” The week promised much, but before checking into our hotel he would have to pass through a trial. “Alright, we’re going to do something really dangerous,” I said as we drove away from the airport. “If you survive, I’ll take you in the Publix and buy you whatever cereal you want.” He expressed the usual kid mixture of fear and delight, but when I took him trespassing in the woods behind a certain grocery store that shall remain unnamed, excitement gave way to trepidation. “Miss Michele, why are we going in these bushes?” he asked uneasily. It would later become abundantly clear that he did NOT like “the bushes,” which is what he called the woods; or sometimes he called it “the jungle,” but “forest” did not seem to be part of his vocabulary.
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favorite vantage. But to my surprise the spot was already occupied—by someone in a hammock! I’ve never seen that before or since. The fellow, kicked back playing his guitar, gave a friendly wave so we headed down, and Neel got to try his first bedbetween-the-trees … but it was not to be his last.
The next morning dawned cool and clear, promising 70-some degrees of spring sunshine—just the day to knock out his other fondest wish of kayaking. Going in a boat by himself was deemed too scary, so we borrowed a double from my friend on Myrtle Island and paddled upriver together in mirror-calm. “Is this risky? This is risky, right?” he kept asking. “Are there alligators in here? Are there sharks?” I conceded it was risky, though not so much for the critters, but more like for razor-sharp oyster rakes and swift currents—boating in general is no joke, and especially not with an inexperienced 12-year-old who doesn’t belong to you. Yet it’s not really in my nature to worry too much; I just go with things and see what happens.
Our destination was a deer stand I once stumbled upon back there, but it lay a good fifteen minutes of bushwhacking from the trail, and this proved a bit much. Mud got on Neel, bugs bugged him, and thorny vines tore at his bare shins, drawing blood scarcely an hour into our time together. No amount of telling him that battle wounds were cool could assuage the pain, and there was still the possibility he’d break his neck falling out of the stand. (Not surprisingly, none of my other friends leave me alone with their children for more than a few hours—keeping Neel for five days would be my great debut as Crazy Aunt Michele!) The stand was perhaps thirty feet up a water oak and I climbed it first, extolling the view over swampy lowbottom woods with their sun-dappled palm fronds in black muck. Then it was Neel’s turn, and I told him exactly where to put each hand and foot … SUCCESS! The minute he got down he wanted to do it all over again.
Later, when I marveled to his mother that they’d actually seen fit to trust me with their most precious possession, she gave me a very valuable insight. Being from India, her belief in karma (the law-of-cause-and-effect) is very strong, and it’s a belief I happen to share. “Most people worry about what will happen,” she explained, “the fruits of their karma. But you worry about the seeds you plant, making sure to do only wholesome actions so that the fruits will be good in the future. You won’t even harm an ant that crawls on you … how could I worry about leaving my son in your care?” Her words not only touched me, but articulated in a new and crystal-clear way something that I have often struggled to put into words about my seemingly “fearless” lifestyle. In any case the fruits that day were exceptionally good! Life was fine as we made landfall on Boy Scout Island and spent a pleasant hour or so exploring. Every time he managed to climb something, a tree or even a log, he celebrated this triumph by standing on top shouting “OH YEAH, MAKE SOME NOISE! MAKE SOME NOISE!” Where he got that, I don’t know.
Considering one of his main objectives was to lie in a hammock, it’s fairly safe to say the gods were smiling on us. That first evening I took him down to the public dock on Calhoun Street, thinking we’d go under the bluff and climb the live oak that stretches over the water, so we could watch a May River sunset from this
In the interest of favorable tides, I determined we go a bit further upriver while waiting on the outgoing, that way we could look for ancient pottery shards at a certain shore where I’ve found them in the past. We didn’t end up finding any “Egyptian ruins,” as he somehow misunderstood the object of our search, but
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we did discover something better: a secret hammock! There it was in the middle of nowhere, strung between palmettos on a sunny point, and it seemed put in place just for Neel, because again in all the times I’ve been there I’ve never seen a hammock. Ask and ye shall receive! After that we had lunch at Cahill’s; being used to Indian food he was dubious at first, but I ordered him the “Field to Fork” with my favorite vegetarian sides and he loved everything, especially the corn muffins. Worn out from our adventures, we spent the afternoon relaxing and watching Mowgli and the gang climb trees and float rivers in the “Jungle Book”; Neel’s comment on
that was, “Now’s the perfect time to watch this because they’re doing all the same things we do!” The following day at Pinckney Island we took what turned out to be the longest walk of his entire life (perhaps a total of three miles) for the purpose of visiting an awesome tree I know about. It’s a big spreading live oak tucked in a forest clearing where few ever venture, and it’s covered all over in snaky muscadine vines like a Medusa head; some of them are so old and thick at the base that they actually look like separate trees. The idea was to climb around and swing on these vines. But being a novice in such matters, Neel preferred to wait while I found a good one, tested it, and worked out a step-by-step routine whereby he could reproduce
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my action. The best one required you climb a branch, grab a certain vine, then jump off clinging to it with your knees. After several aborted attempts Neel finally executed it just right, only to stand there doing his victory dance when a branch, apparently dislodged by his swing, came crashing down and hit him square between the eyes! His glasses were knocked clean off and blood started to come out, causing him to shout in utter frustration, “I don’t wanna get anymore wounds!” Haha, poor little guy. After that we played basketball at the courts on Goethe Road, then he was hot so I drove to the Oyster Company to sit on a shady bench and catch river breezes over the bluff. He felt like dipping his feet, so we went down to the water and I showed him how to skip stones (well, in this case pieces of oyster shell). After that we had lunch at Mi Tierra—also a big hit—and the waitress even comped dessert. Bluffton was sure going all out for us! On his last full day we had a number of important bases to cover. First stop, the tree house at Palmetto Bluff, where we went on the zipline and tried yet another hammock. Next we went trespassing again, to a certain rope swing that I bet I’m the only one who still knows about it. It had gotten real overgrown since my last visit, and poor Neel’s patience was taxed to the limit by mud, creepy marsh crabs, and of course the inevitable wounds, which continued to bother him a great deal even though I carefully cleaned and dressed them each night with special healing creams.
When we finally found the rope, green and rotting in a thicket, I realized he would be unable to go on it—in fact I myself was hesitant to try. I climbed up the disconcertingly tall tree that presented the only means by which to jump, stared down into the mass of bushes and thorns through which I’d have to crash, then proceeded to hem and haw worse than Neel. “Should I, or should I not?” I kept asking, until finally he was so over it he declared firmly, “Well, if you’re gonna take all day to decide then we might as well just go, because I do NOT want to be in this jungle anymore.” What a role reversal! I figured after all I’d put him through, the least I could do was risk my own neck as well; so I mustered up, took the plunge and YEEHAW!! That was the funnest rope swing EVER! Plus I got a lot of wounds. At last the worst of his backcountry trials were over, and it was all easypeasy in the lap of luxury from there. I took him to the Barbershop on the Promenade where he got a slick new haircut, then had his Indian food fix from my buddy Krishna at the Farmer’s Market. We strolled around Calhoun Street for awhile, then headed to Pritchardville for a campfire (another new experience), and spent his final night in “The Pod,” a teardrop-style travel trailer that is my new abode. The next morning I made him a special breakfast of cheesy grits and hot chocolate, then carried him to the Savannah Airport and conceded one final Blackjack tournament before his flight. We had survived our spring break, and done the maximum in pure kid awesomeness, Bluffton style—ordinary life would never be the same.
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GOLF COURSES Golf Course
Designer Course
Yds*
Rating*
Belfair Golf Club 200 Belfair Oaks Blvd, (843) 757 0715
Tom Fazio: East West
6,936 7,129
74.4 75.3
Berkeley Hall Golf Club 366 Good Hope Road, (843) 815 8444
Tom Fazio: North Tom Fazio: South
6,936 7,129
75.1 74.6
Chechessee Creek Club 18 Chechessee Creek Dr, (843) 987 7070
Coore & Crenshaw
6.606
71.8
Colleton River Plantation Club 60 Colleton River Driver, (843) 837 3131
Jack Nicklaus Pete Dye
6,936 7,129
76.1 74.7
Crescent Pointe Golf Club 1 Crescent Pointe Dr, (843) 292 7778
Arnold Palmer
6,733
n/a
Eagle’s Pointe Golf Club 1 Eagle Pointe Dr, (843) 757 5900
Davis Love III
6,738
73.1
Hampton Hall Golf Club 89 Old Carolina Road, (843) 837 3131
Pete Dye
7,503
76.9
Hilton Head National Golf Club 60 Hilton Head National Dr, (843) 842 5900
Gary Player Bobby Weed
6,731
72.7
May River Golf Club, Palmetto Bluff 350 Mount Pelia, (843) 706 6579
Jack Nicklaus
7,171
75.4
Moss Creek Golf Club 1523 Fording Island Road, (843) 837 2231
George Fazio: South Tom Fazio: North
6,885 6,555
73.4 72.5
Island West Golf Club 40 Island West Drive, (843) 689 6660
Clyde B. Johnston Fuzzy Zoeller
6,803
73.2
Oldfield Golf Club 9 Oldfield Way Okatie, (843) 379 5052
Greg Norman
7,142
75.4
Old South Golf Club 50 Buckingham Plantation Dr, (843) 837 7375
Clyde B. Johnston
6,772
72.4
Pinecrest Golf Course 1 Pinecrest Way, (843) 757 8960
Rocky Rocquemore
7,489
n/a
Rose Hill Golf Club 4 Clubhouse Drive, (843) 757 9030
Gene Hamm
6,961
74.1
Sun City Golf Club 672 Cypress Hills Dr, (843) 705 4057
Mark McCumber: Hidden Cyprus Mark McCumber: Okatie Creek
6,946 6,724
73.2 71.9
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*Ratings for the longest tees
Course Notes The East course wanders through lakes and ponds and is very walkable. The West Course has subtle beauty with gnarled oaks, and sparkling lagoons. The North Course is a marvel of tranquil lakes, bold fairways and challenging bunkers. The South Course offers a classic parkland golf experience. A timeless golf experience nestled within a landscape of ancient, mossy live oaks and long-leaf pine forests. Park and links settings for two of Golf Magazine’s top 100 courses. Pete Dye said it’s “the best I’ve ever built”. Home to the USGA Junior Amateur in 2015. Generous fairways but challenging elevated greens. Beach bunkers create an island experience. Water holes and huge oaks. Great golf for great value. Neither too long nor overly difficult with interesting boldly contoured greens. The course is routed through pines, oaks and native coastal wetlands. Relatively new, this links style golf course is well cared for and has generous fairways with challenging undulated greens. A collaboration between two designers this course is well accessible in every way. Enjoy the challenging final hole flanked by a marsh and elevated green. In the beautiful Palmetto Bluff compound, the course meanders through the May River Forest. Bermuda greens with undulating slopes are challenging. The “Devil’s Elbow” courses are lined by magnificent oaks and tall pines as well as salt marshes that change with the tides. Good for all levels of golf. The scenic design of Island West, with rolling fairways, elevated tees, preserved natural marsh areas, and large live oaks presents a magnificent experience. The Audubon Certified course runs through canopies of live oaks, broad savannahs and soaring pines up to the banks of the Okatie River. Rolls from an open pasture to dense forests, and views towards Hilton Head. Most holes are surrounded by nature and the course has a lot of character. Features tall pines, many challenging water hazards and picturesque holes. It has a good practice facility and is a good value. The course is enveloped in a peaceful setting of trees and blue lakes. It is well designed to be player friendly yet holds its challenges on the back nine. Okatie Creek lets the casual golfer enjoy golf, while Hidden Cyprus offers greater challenges. Both courses capture the magic of low country beauty. The Breeze AUGUST 2015
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ENVIRONMENT
Photography by Ali Taylor, freeimages.com
Treasure Troves of Treefrogs. by Michele Roldàn-Shaw
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frog is a beautiful thing, a little friend who, if we open our window at night, will serenade us with a chorus arising from his boggy home. In a ditch, on a tree, or clinging to a dripping blade of grass, a frog may be found many places, and he amazes us with his adaptability. We hear him singing right under our noses, yet if we take one step closer he is suddenly silent, and trying to spot him will be nearly impossible.
South Carolina is home to 8 of the 14 species of treefrogs which are found in the United States. True treefrogs belong to the family Hylidae, the members of which are especially adapted to climbing, thanks to adhesive toe pads which allow them to clamber up cattails, tree trunks, and even vertical walls made of brick or glass. Here on the coast, we have the possibility of encountering such fascinating species as the Green Treefrog, the Bird-Voiced Treefrog, the Spring Peeper, or the Little Grass Frog.
Though we often hear frogs, seeing them is not so common. One time, in Washington State where Igrew up, I was picking blueberries and a tiny green Probably the most common to see is the Green Treefrog. treefrog jumped and landed on my arm. It was a rare The other day I was at a young friend’s house when she and special treat. discovered one of these in her mailbox. She said, “Miss 22 bluffton.com
Michele, will you come get this frog out of the mailbox?” So I did, and the little creature curled up in a crook of my wrist and promptly fell asleep. I walked all the way home, probably about a quarter of a mile, and it never moved from its comfy spot.
Out of the hundreds of eggs laid, very few will reach adulthood.The life-cycle progresses from egg to tadpole, an organism which lives in water and feeds primarily on algae and other types of vegetation. Eventually, the tadpole loses its tail and sprouts limbs, but the defining moment is when its respiratory system switches over from gills to lungs. At this point, it becomes a teeny tiny froglet, which will eventually grow into a carnivorous adult that eats insects and other small invertebrates. Interestingly, when a frog swallows a meal, you will always see it blink. This is because its bulgy eyeballs actually go into its head and apply pressure which helps gulp food down its throat. Another species of particular interest is the Spring Peeper. First off, I love the name. Secondly, it has the cutest call. Congregating in vegetation around standing water, their chorus of hundreds of single, high-pitched notes (or peeps, as it were), is one of the first signs of spring, since their breeding season starts in late
Easily recognized by its bright green color and the lateral white stripe which is often present along its side, the Green Treefrog is supposedly the species after which Kermit was modeled. The males make a nasaly-sounding queenk noise that is heard as early as April, letting us know that our little frog friends are actively trying to make on the ladies. I probably shouldn’t say this because it might make some human males jealous, but when frogs mate, the male climbs on top of the female, clasps his “arms” about her “waist” in an embrace that scientists call amplexus, and there he stays, riding her for up to 3 days! Wow, that’s some stamina. But from a woman’s point of view, you really have to feel sorry for the female, carting him around for such an extended period of time. She puts up with him, presumably just because when she goes to lay her eggs, the male is right there to fertilize them externally.
winter. With our mild climate, however, this species may be active year-round whenever the temperature approaches the 60’s. If it wants to hibernate, it may do so under logs or nestled behind loose bark.
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The Squirrel Treefrog is sometimes known as the Rain Frog because its song heralds the coming of summer storms. The nasal waaak sound has been likened to a duck, and also to the grating chatter of an agitated squirrel. This treefrog is particularly hard to spot because it can reportedly change color according to its surroundings. Most often, though, it is green and similar in appearance to the Green Treefrog. This brings me to another fascinating thing about frogs: their skin. Frogs breathe through their skin, absorbing both moisture and oxygen. Their notorious sliminess is a result of the mucus that they secrete to help keep themselves moist, but even so they need to stay near water. This is one of the main differences between frogs and toads: toads have thicker, hardier skin which is not so prone to drying out. A frog is delicate to the point that if you pick one up, even the natural oils from your skin could be harmful to it. Clogged pores to you mean it’s time for a facial; clogged pores to a frog mean asphyxiation and agonizing death. Think about that the next time you go to the spa.
Frogs shed their skin quite frequently in order to keep it healthy and lookin’ fine, on average about once a week. They start twisting, turning, and writhing around like maniacs in order to loosen the old skin, then finally they pull it over their head like a sweater and eat it!! Wouldn’t that be fun to observe. Speaking of tasty meals, frog legs are considered good eatin’ by many people in the South. The species
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he Little Grass Frog is indeed the smallest species of frog in the country.
They are so tiny that the noise they make is sometimes inaudible to human ears.
Photography by Well Tea, wikipedia.org
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which are sought for their edible hindquarters are the American Bullfrog and the Pig Frog. The Bullfrog is the largest true frog found in the U.S., attaining up to 8 inches in length, while the Pig Frog is smaller and possessing of a pointier snout. Pig frogs spend most of their lives floating tranquilly amongst water hyacinth, cattails and sedges, and emitting a burly, hog-like grunt that seems to suggest we eat a pork chop instead of them. In contrast to these beefy dudes, there is one last frog I would like to discuss, a personal favorite of mine—the Little Grass Frog. My first encounter with this thoroughly charming character was shortly after I moved to the Lowcountry, while I was tramping around Edisto Beach State Park. I spotted a micro-mini frog in the middle of the trail and when I bent down to examine it, I was utterly amazed by its size. You could have fit several of them on a penny! I was convinced I had discovered a new species because it only seemed reasonable that if anybody else had known about this marvelous creature, they would have told me already. Of course, later when I saw one hop across a driveway in The Farm, in full view of humanity and far from the wild and steamy forests of Edisto, I was forced to give up the idea that they constituted a rare find entirely unknown to science. But I did learn that the Little Grass Frog is indeed the smallest species of frog in the country. They are so tiny that the noise they make is sometimes inaudible to human ears, a bit like the musical tinkle of glass. And just think, we are lucky enough to have them here in Bluffton! Frogs have been on this planet for an estimated 190 million years; they are incredibly adaptable amphibians capable of negotiating both land and water with equal ease. Nevertheless, I would like to conclude my cursory examination of frogs with this well-acknowledged, yet under-heeded statement: if we don’t protect our wetlands, we run the risk of losing many of our friends, Spring Peepers included. The Breeze AUGUST 2015
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Treasure Hunt Find all 10 Crabs while you Explore Old Town Bluffton
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Bootleg Cove By Andrew Peeples Printed with permission of his daughter Mildred Peeples Pemberton
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hen I look back to prohibition days, I realize how lucky I am to be alive. Gangster bootleggers had no compunction about killing anybody - even a barefoot boy - who got in their way. And it was my fate to get very much in the way of a whole outfit of those gun-toting rats.
Even now I shudder at the thought of what they could have done to me that black October night. They could have riddled me with bullets from their snub-nosed automatics. They could have ground me to dust under their heavy sedans. Or, worst of all, they could have fed me to man-eaters in the middle of Calibogue Sound. It all started late that afternoon, just before night set in. I was in the woods near the Bluffton Cemetery, comfortably perched in the top of my private chinquapin tree. I had found the tree the previous fall and had kept it a secret. In those days chinquapin trees were getting scarce and hard to find. I wanted this one to last a long time. Even the path that led to the tree—a half hidden rut in an abandoned wagon road long since grown up in bushes—was known only to me. Or so I thought, until I saw that big shiny Cadillac inching along through that old wagon road. There was only one man in the car, and I figured he was crazy. Nobody in his right mind would plow a beautiful brand-new automobile through thick bushes just for the fun of it. He drove the car into the clearing right by my chinquapin tree, turned it around and backed it up to the edge of a deep tidewater cove that cut into the woods from the river about a half mile away. Then he got out and took a careful look down the cove toward the river, obviously expecting to see something coming from that direction. Close behind the Cadillac another car appeared, then another, and another, until finally
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there were 11 of them lined up at the edge of the cove. They were all big cars, including Cadillacs, Packards, and LaSalles, only one man in each car. From first to last, they rolled in so quietly that I hardly heard a spring squeak. Hugging the tree like a trembling chameleon, I realized that I was trapped. The arrival of the first car had puzzled me. But by the time the last one rolled in, I had no doubt as to what was going on. To reveal my presence was to risk my life into the hands of some of the most dangerous men in the world. Like everybody else in Bluffton, I knew that “Scarface” Al Capone’s liquor traffic had been using secret landings near the town for some time. Repeatedly law enforcement officers had tried to surprise and arrest his hirelings. But they were too well organized. They seldom used the same landing twice, operated silently and swiftly at night with the aid of local paid informers and portable two-way radios, and were always several jumps ahead of the law. The pattern was routine up and down the coast from North Carolina to Florida. A big shallow-draft launch would rendezvous in the ocean beyond the 12-mile limit with a foreign vessel and take on a load of liquor from Cuba or elsewhere; then, under cover of darkness, proceed to a prearranged landing in a coastal creek or cove. There the liquor would be transferred to automobiles equipped with secret built-in compartments and rushed to a big city for delivery to hotels, speakeasies and private clubs. It was an exciting, dangerous
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ven now I shudder at the thought of what they could have done to me that black October night.
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and fabulously profitable business. From my lonely perch in the chinquapin tree, I was witnessing something that only one boy in a million would be lucky enough to see. I was so scared I tried to hold my breath. Some of the men had removed their coats and I could see their snub-nosed automatics in shoulder holsters. The men stood around in groups, smoking and talking in whispers. As soon as it was real dark, they snuffed out their cigars and cigarettes. The boat arrived so quietly that I neither saw nor heard it. There was a sudden flurry of activity and the discreet flashing of a light revealed a long gray launch without a top. The tide was high in the cove and the boat was moored close to and on a level with the top of the bank. Every time the light flashed, I caught a glimpse of men moving back and forth from the boat to the cars. I could see them loading the cases of liquor on their shoulders, and I could see them loading the cases in the secret compartments. But it was all done so quietly that I could hear nothing, not even the closing of the car doors.
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While the men were busy loading the automobiles, I thought of easing myself down out of the tree and slipping away into the back woodland running for home. That would have been the sensible thing to do. The thin sweater I was wearing was hardly adequate for the chilly night air, which was getting colder by the minute. But my curiosity was stronger than my common sense. And while I sat there procrastinating, that cold air penetrated right down to my bones and set off a sneeze loud enough to wake up everybody in the cemetery. Instantly a light flooded my tree and pieced me out in the top branches. The man with the light ran to the tree and spotlighted me and ordered
me to come down. When I got to the ground, a cordon of snub-nosed automatics encircled my head. The man with the flashlight snapped out a few unprintable words, and two men grabbed my arms and rushed me to the boat. They shoved me into the stern and tied me up with a piece of rope, and left me lying on the floor. I could see nothing. But, I could tell that a desperate effort was being made to get the last few cases of liquor out of the boat and into the cars. And it wasn’t long before they began pulling off. As soon as the last one had gone, town men jumped into the launch and got it under way. The boat moved slowly and very cautiously until it reached the open river, where it turned left out of the cove and headed somewhere toward Calibogue Sound. Then it began to pick up speed. The vibration of the high-powered engines bounced me around on the floor, making it difficult for me to concentrate on the praying I was trying to do. It was a half-hearted prayer anyway, because I had already decided what my fate was going to be. Just as soon as the launch got about halfway across Calibogue Sound, those two underworld characters in the bow were going to drop me overboard right in the middle of a school of tiger sharks. They would swallow me, rope and all, and nobody on earth would ever know what had happened to me, or where to start looking for me. I was cold and my teeth were chattering, and I wished I had died long before I was ever born. Suddenly the boat slowed down. It seemed to be puling into the shore. One of the men came to the stern and untied me and jerked me to my feet. “Boy,” he said with a foreign accent, “you swim?” I nodded. “Then swim,” he said, grabbing me in the seat of the pants and pitching me overboard. I hit the water flat on my face and started swimming. The launch turned back toward the channel and roared away. The water was shallow and I soon had my feet on solid ground. I floundered ashore and started running toward the trees along the bank. I didn’t know exactly where I was, but I knew the general direction of Bluffton and home, and I headed that way. I didn’t stop running until I was inside my front door.
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Thoughts in the Breeze New Beginnings
Super Moon
A ride of circles, it never ends A time of changes, new beginnings begin
it was a heavy felt gray sky with only a few stars and having finished dinner they were headed to their car
Chasing happiness, some false some true Finding a rainbow, maybe one maybe two It all fits together, a perfect plan is promised In circles of life, no turns will be missed…
“you came for the super moon,” she said, “too bad! yesterday was spectacular, but there’s nothing now”
Stephanie Dickinson so we embraced, shared news, and made plans for later that week
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and we walked down the beach steps and crossed the loose sand to the water’s edge where high tide was clamoring and throwing sea grass at our feet then in the distant dimness a slice of orange slowly peeled into view and we stood quietly side by side relishing the tangy smell, sipping its sweetness, and pouring drops of its pebbled juice into our camera
Bill Newby
Hexa-Sketch 1 the world is in pastel pale pinks, barely tinged lilacs buttery yellows scattered in a circle of sprinkles thrown about by a spring rain 2 speckled black and white a proper English tweed with just a touch of scarlet the woodpecker’s knocks echo 3 He’s always a surprise-even though I scan his lagoon-Is it a fallen limb? A root? So still, on the bank. Gnarled. Bumpy. Jurassic. And ever-so-subtly smiling- 4 lush greens-palmettoes, live oaks, spanish moss, reflective lagoons and blue herons-spark contemplative quiet tropically-infused serenity dolphin-flipping joy 5 velvet blows across my skin toasting in a spring sun gawkers stare at My Lady Patricia and The Devil’s Mistress fantasize a sea life of leisure interludes posing beneath Neptune shadowed by his trident, skewered to snapshot locations, pricey boutiques and the land of kitsch 6 the patter returns a soft, rolling ssssshhhhhhhh muted grays and hushed splashes freshening a colorful palette giant Crayola boxes envy
©Elizabeth Robin
Cloudless Sulphers This gregarious bundle Of yellow Accents the Low Country August Often seen dancing Merrily In courtship Against a breathless sky Embracing each moment Of their short lives With joy and abandon I dance with them In my heart Living each of my moments Excited And in pursuit Of my life Anne M. Jennings
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e invite thoughts, poems, essays from our readers, young and old. Bluffton has a deep creative spirit, often eccentric, but also deeply caring, thoughtful and observant. We encourage submissions, and while we cannot guarantee publication, we will make every attempt to reflect the musings of our talented community.
Photo Courtesy of Matt Richardson
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OVER THE BRIDGES
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BLUFFTON Aug. 11 JAZZ CONCERT ON THE GREEN – DAVIS, JOHNSON AND THE EQUINOX QUINTET Bring your own chairs. Food and beverages will be available for cash purchase or bring your own in hand-held coolers and/or bags (subject to inspection). Proceeds benefit Family Promise. Palmetto Bluff (Experiences/Events), 800-501-7405. 6:30 pm (gates open at 5 pm). $25 per carload *Aug. 13 THE PINK PARTINI PARTY! Music, appetizers, door prizes, and drink specials. It’s All Pink, 843-842-7465. Metro Restaurant (formerly Plantation Café & Deli), 843-815-4445, 1532 Fording Island Rd., Bluffton (just before the bridge to Hilton Head). 5:30-8 pm Free admission *Aug. 13 CRANFORD HOLLOW Enjoy an intimate acoustic show of their classic Americana sound inside the iconic waterfront chapel at Palmetto Bluff. Heavy gourmet appetizers will be served, and an open bar will be available throughout the show. Each guest will receive a copy of Cranford Hollow’s fourth full-length album, St. Telluride, a band signed show poster, and a limited edition goodie bag. Palmetto Bluff (Experiences/Events), 800-501-7405. Meet and greet at 7 pm, show at 8 pm $125 *Aug. 14-30 NO TIME FOR SERGEANTS This classic military comedy is about Will Stockdale, a country bumpkin drafted into the Air Force and too dumb to realize he’s driving everyone around him crazy – no one more than Sgt. King. May River Theatre, 843-815-5581, Pritchard & Bridge Sts., Bluffton. Fri.-Sat. 8 pm, Sun. 3 pm $25
Farms, 843-838-3656, 1576 Sea Island Pkwy., Saint Helena Island. Mon.-Sat. 9 am-6 pm. Cash or check only. *Weekdays KAZOO FACTORY & MUSEUM TOUR! Make your own kazoos at the 6,500 sq. ft. factory! The gift shop has attachments for the “Kazoogle” (bugle bell), “Wazoo” (horn), “KaZobo” (dual resonators and a long horn), and “HUMMbucker” (award-winning electric kazoo)! Kazoobie Kazoos (Kazoo Museum), 982-6387, 12 John Galt Rd., Beaufort. Tours are 45-60 minutes. 9 am-4 pm $5
HILTON HEAD ISLAND On-going COASTAL DISCOVERY MUSEUM – *LECTURES, *EXHIBITS, BOAT TRIPS, AND MORE See the Event Calendar on the website for details on events too numerous to list here. 843-689-6767 ext. 223, 70 Honey Horn Dr., HHI. Reservations required for most events. Thursdays Join in the fun at the Sea Pines Forest Preserve and enjoy an evening of Lowcountry activities, ghost stories and toasting marshmallows around a campfire every Thursday during the summer. Reservations are required. Costs $13 for adults and $10 for children, ages 12 and younger. For more information, call The Sea Pines Resort at (843) 842-1979 or go to seapines.com. *Now-Aug. 11 TUESDAY EVENING SUMMER JAMS & FIREWORKS Bring your lawn chair and enjoy the warm summer evenings. All the fun is capped off with a weekly fireworks show! Shelter Cove Towne Centre, 843-686-3090, Shelter Cove Community Park, 39 Shelter Cove Ln., HHI. Tues. 6-9 pm Free admission
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*Now-Aug. 14 FRIDAY NIGHTS’ SUNSET CELEBRATION Come to the banks of Broad Creek for a picnic and breathtaking sunset along with live music and laid back family entertainment. Bring a beach chair or blanket and pick up a picnic from one of our local merchants. Kids’ activities include face painting, juggler, bounce house, etc. Shelter Cove Towne Centre, 843-686-3090, Shelter Cove Community Park pavilion, 39 Shelter Cove Ln., HHI. Fri. 6-9 pm Free admission
On-going PORT ROYAL SOUND MARITIME CENTER – ECOEXPEDITIONS AND *OTHER EVENTS Check the website for boat expedition times, special events, and pricing. 843-6457774, 310 Okatie Hwy., Okatie. Tues.-Sat. 10 am-5 pm
*Now-Aug. 31 JANE AUSTEN SUMMER FILM FESTIVAL Check the website for weekly movie titles. First Presbyterian Church (News), Fellowship Hall, 843-681-3696 or 843-6899890, 540 William Hilton Pkwy., HHI. Mon. 7 pm Free
Summer U-PICK FARM – All types of vegetables and melons. Check their website for the type of crop that is available. Call daily updates on picking conditions and hours. Dempsey 38for bluffton.com
*Sun.-Fri. thru Labor Day FAMILY ENTERTAINMENT! Coligny Plaza kiosk area, 843-842-6050, One North Forest Beach Dr., HHI. 7:30 pm Free
*Aug. 29 ROBERT E. LEE Steven A. Campbell provides an engaging and insightful briefing regarding the man behind the general; the son, brother, devoted husband, and loving father. Hosted by the Bluffton Historical Preservation Society, 843-757-6293 at the Bluffton Branch Library, 120 Palmetto Way, Bluffton. Reservations required. 2 pm $10
favorite jukebox hit songs, along with plenty of comedy and audience participation. “A must-see in Savannah!” says TripAdvisor. $37 adults, $18 children. (912) 233-7764 or savannahtheatre.com *Aug. 5-6 THE GULLAH KINFOLK – “THE CIRCLE UNBROKEN” Aunt Pearlie Sue and The Gullah Kinfolk delight audiences with their original musical, “The Gullah Journey From Africa to America...the Circle Unbroken” – a Gullah tale about the African experience in America. Arts Center of Coastal Carolina, 843-842-2787, 14 Shelter Cove Ln., HHI. 8 pm $34 (Kids $22) *Aug. 12-13 YESTERDAY & TODAY: THE INTERACTIVE BEATLES EXPERIENCE Get ready to be immersed in the sights, sounds, and memories of the Beatles at this allrequest show featuring the audience’s favorite songs! The night’s set list is comprised entirely of the audience’s requests, guaranteeing that through laughter and personal stories, each performance is unique and remarkable. Arts Center of Coastal Carolina, 843-842-2787, 14 Shelter Cove Ln., HHI. 8 pm $45 (Kids $30) *Aug. 21-22 MASTERS OF SOUL A celebration of the legendary songs and performers that defined ’60s soul music, featuring music made famous by record labels such as Motown and Stax. The show features stylishly costumed, “smooth move” performances of both male and female groups backed by a live band. Relive the sights and sounds that made this era of music so memorable. Arts Center of Coastal Carolina, 843-842-2787, 14 Shelter Cove Ln., HHI. 8 pm $46 (Kids $30)
SAVANNAH Now through Aug. 30 Jepson Center, In “Life’s a Beach,” one of Britain’s most beloved photographers takes us on a color-saturated journey through a place loved by all, the seaside. Martin Parr has been photographing this subject for many decades, creating images that range from close-ups of sunbathers to rambunctious swimmers caught mid-plunge. This exhibition presents photos of beachgoers on far-flung shores, including Argentina, Brazil, China, Spain, Italy, Latvia, Japan, the United States, Mexico, Thailand, and, of course, the artist’s native England. General museum admission. telfair.org Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays The Historic Savannah Theatre presents “JUKEBOX!” An award-winning cast and rockin’ live band perform 2 high-energy hours of your
*SAVANNAH THEATRE, 912-233-7764, 222 Bull St. $37 (Coupon $34, Kids $18) Aug. 1-22 SAVANNAH LIVE High-energy song, dance, and comedy! Thurs. & Sat. 8 pm (including 8/22) Aug. 5-22 RETURN TO THE ’50s A real blast from the past! Wed. & Fri. 8 pm, Sun. 3 pm, Sat. 8/22 3 pm The Savannah Mall is hosting a LIVE Butterfly Exhibit featuring over 200 live butterflies from a variety of species tucked away inside a conservatory, decorated and complete with plants conducive to butterfly flight. The program also features educational displays, butterfly crafts and life-cycle kiosks. Admission is $3 per person and children 2 years old and under will be free with the purchase of one paid admission. Everyone has the option to purchase an Adopta-butterfly kit to watch caterpillars grow and hatch into beautiful butterflies. The LIVE Butterfly Exhibit will be located in the Center Court of the Savannah Mall, from noon to 8 p.m. Monday through Saturday, and noon until 6 p.m. on Sunday. For more information, or to make reservations, go to adoptabutterfly.com *Aug. 6 Come to a CABARET Piaf and Paris – the music of Edith Piaf. Sit on stage, in a lounge-type atmosphere, with musicians and singers. Seating is limited to 125, so get your tickets early. SCAD Box Office (All Events), 912-525-5050, Lucas Theatre (Schedule), 32 Abercorn St., Sav. $30 per show *Aug. 7 DISNEY LIVE! THREE CLASSIC FAIRY TALES Step into a world of wonder where wishing is only the beginning and dreams really do come true. Join Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy as they bring the timeless fairytale adventures of Cinderella, Beauty and The Beast, and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to life. Savannah Civic Center, 912-651-6550, Johnny Mercer Theatre, 301 W. Oglethorpe Ave. 7 pm $20-45 *Aug. 8 I LOVE THE ’90s FREE FAMILY DAY! “Come as you are” to the museum for a ’90s dance party! Make your own temporary tattoos, and strike a pose to take our one-minute sculpture photo challenge. Explore identity, technology, and global themes in studio and gallery activities. Telfair Museums, 912-790-8800, Jepson Center, 207 W. York St., Sav. 1-4 pm Free The Breeze AUGUST 2015 39
BLUFFTON: MUSIC TOWN Many of the greatest Jazz musicians started playing and gained fame at an early age. Louis Armstrong is considered the “Godfather” of Jazz and started to gain popularity in the 1920s. He has become the most significant and noteworthy singer in the history of Jazz. He paved the way for many other jazz musicians, especially African American musicians. He taught himself the cornet at the age of 11 and joined a quintet where he sang and played. By 18 he was playing in dance halls, at 20 Satchmo had taught himself music and gained prominence with his trumpet and singing scat. Born Nathaniel Adams Coles in 1919, Nat King Cole was a well-loved and admired musician and singer. He is most known for his one of a kind voice. He spent his whole life making music and he performed for the first time when he was just four years old. When Nat was 12 years old he began taking music lessons. Born in 1899 as Edward Kennedy, Duke Ellington was an American composer and pianist who led his own orchestra. He gained a national profile through his orchestra's appearances at the Cotton Club in Harlem by his mid 20’s. He composed over 1,000 songs and will always be remembered as one of the most amazing Jazz musicians. Charlie “Yardbird” Parker is another very influential Jazz singer and saxist. He began playing the saxophone at 11, and by the time he was 18 was playing for Chicago and soon after, New York bands. He contributed a lot to jazz music and bebop to make what it is today, and made known many other techniques to jazz music. Born Miles Dewery Davis in 1926, Miles began his musical studies at 13, when his father gave him a trumpet. By the age of 16 he was playing professionally, widely considered one of the most influential musicians, band leader, trumpeter, and composer of 20th century jazz. John Coltrane, also known as just “Trane,” was born in 1926. At 17 he began playing alto saxophone and played his first professional gigs at the age of 19. He was a well-loved and admired Jazz saxophonist and composer. His personality and talent won him many awards in his life, the Pulitzer Prize posthumously, among the most prestigious of these awards. Wynton Marsalis is the most famous jazz musician since 1980. He was born in New Orleans in 1961 and is the son of famous jazz pianist and teacher Ellis Marsalis. He studied both jazz and classical music at a young age. He attended Julliard and at the age of 21 was the talk of the jazz world and recorded his first album using the players from Miles Davis' 1960s quintet (Herbie Hancock, Tony Williams, and Ron Carter), along with his own quintet, which featured Kenny Kirkland. Who knows, maybe one of the kids at the Hilton Head Jazz Camp will be next.
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Rattling and Wailing
ALL SUMMER LONG BY: Jevon Daly
Ben Hughey is getting paid. The 15-year-old Blufftonian played his first 3 hour gig last year and hasn’t looked back. Most 14-year-old kids don’t think about “marketing” or “putting themselves out there.” But Ben did, and now has a band called Native that plays locally, and makes grown up money playing solo. He likes Neil Young and really enjoys the harmonica. But Ben is not just sitting still. He decided to come to Hilton Head Jazz Camp and expand his horizons. Not that he needs a lot of help in this area. We spoke briefly about what the Ben Hughey at age 40 will be doing. A lot like me, Ben said things like “I’m really only good at music, though i do well in English.” He has written songs about Sandy Hook, about bullying. This caught my interest right away. Most musicians get into music for one thing - the beer {right?}. But here’s a kid who is literally making more money than anyone i know his age and he has come to the Jazz camp to get better at music. As i sat there watching him the first day i had to laugh to myself. Here’s this shaggy haired kid who looks like he’s 20 struggling to read music on a sheet of paper; and he looked very happy. During breaks in the class he rattled off parts of the Stairway to Heaven solo and played rock chords and banged his head a little. I suppose as an artist we all worry about what we will do one day when the belly gets fat and our skin sags. But right now Ben is focused on writing serious songs and getting his name out there. I did ask him if he wrote songs that were fun and he said yes and we laughed and he stared off into space as a teen idol might before he goes into makeup. Let’s talk a bit about what Ben is going to get out of the camp. Most of the guys i know that “used to be in a band” at my gigs were in rock bands. They have terrible haircuts, usually are wearing “jorts”. Maybe had they gone to their local jazz camp they could be “wailing on the bass” at their local theatre house or playing gigs on Sundays at brunch with a trio. Maybe the jazz camp is just what your teen needs to show him that he isn’t Jimi Hendrix {though none of the kids at camp really knew who he was anyway}. I have to hand it to Ben. The jazz camp humbles you. It nurtures another style of music. Heck, Charleston trumpeter Charlten Singleton and i taught a marketing class and all we did was write KISS up on the board and talk about Milli Vanilli. Hats off to James Berry and the Mastellers for putting on the camp. Hats off to all the faculty. But most of all, I tip my hat to the Ben Hughey’s of the world. Who have the world by the ears and still continue to put themselves in a situation where they’re not just the good looking boy playing Bob Dylan on the dock while babies cry and the world goes by. They’re eating up all they can by coming to the Jazz camp. Taking the “bull by the horns”! Get it? The Breeze AUGUST 2015
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Restaurant Guide AGAVE SIDEBARE - TACOS 13 STATE OF MIND ST 757-9190 MON - THUR 11-10PM
CORKS WINE CO. - CONTEMPORY, TAPAS THE PROMENADE 816-5168 BIZ HOURS TUE-SAT 5-12 KITCHEN HOURS TUE-WED 5-10, TH-SAT 5-11
BLUFFTON BBQ - BARBEQUE PORK & RIBS THE PROMENADE 757-RIBS WED-SAT 11AM-WHENEVER
CORNER PERK** - BREAKFAST, LUNCH, COFFEE THE PROMENADE & MAY RIVER ROAD 816-5674 MON-FRI 7-4PM SAT 8-3PM SUN 9-2PM
TOOMERS BLUFFTON SEAFOOD HOUSE 27 DR. MELLICHAMP DRIVE 757-0380 LUNCH/DINNER MON-SAT 11-9PM
DOWNTOWN DELI - BURGERS & SANDWICHES DR. MELLINCAMP 815-5005 MON-SAT 8-3PM
THE BLUFFTON ROOM - FINE DINING 15 PROMENADE STREET 757-3525 TUE-THUR 5-10PM FRI-SAT 5-11PM CLOSED SUN & MON
HOGSHEAD KITCHEN - CONTEMPORARY 1555 FORDING ISLAND ROAD 837-4647 MON-SAT 11:30AM-11PM, SUNDAY CLOSED
BRITISH OPEN PUB - PUB, SEAFOOD, STEAKS SHERIDAN PARK 705-4005 MON-SUN 8-9PM SUN BRUNCH 8-1PM
INN AT PALMETTO BLUFF - CONTINENTAL PALMETTO BLUFF VILLAGE 706-6500 DAILY 7AM-10PM
BUFFALO’S - CONTEMPORARY PALMETTO BLUFF VILLAGE 706-6630 LUNCH MON-SAT 11-4PM
KATIE O’DONALD’S - IRISH AMERICAN KITTIES CROSSING 815-5555 MON-SUN 11-2PM
CAHILL’S CHICKEN KITCHEN**- SOUTHERN HIGHWAY 46 757-2921 LUNCH MON-SAT 11-3 SUPPER THU-FRI-SAT 5-9 BREAKFAST SAT 7-12 BRUNCH SUN 9-3
LATITUDE WINE BAR** - WINE, TAPAS & LUNCH 6 PROMENADE 706-9463 WED-SAT 11AM - TO CLOSE NOW OPEN FOR LUNCH
CAPTAIN WOODY’S SEAFOOD SANDWICH SALADS THE PROMENADE 757-6222 MON-SUN 11-10PM CLAUDE & ULI’S BISTRO - FRENCH MOSS CREEK VILLAGE 837-3336 MON-SAT LUNCH & DINNER
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LONGHORN STEAKHOUSE - AMERICAN 1262 FORDING ISLAND ROAD 705-7001 SAT 11AM-11PM, All OTHERS 11AM-10PM MAY RIVER GRILL** SEAFOOD CONTEMPORARY 1263 MAY RIVER RD., OLD TOWN 757-5755 TUE-FRI 11:30-2PM LUNCH MON-SAT 5-9PM DINNER
MULBERRY STREET TRATTORIA - ITALIAN 1476 FORDING ISLAND ROAD HWY 837-2426 TUE-SAT 11-3 & 5-10 SUN 10:30-9
SIPPIN COW CAFÉ - BREAKFAST LUNCH 1230 MAY RIVER ROAD 757-5051 TUE–SAT 7-3PM SUN 9-2PM
MULBERRY STREET PIZZERIA** 15 STATE OF MIND ST. 757-7007 TUE-WED11-9 THUR 11-10 FRI-SUN 12-WHENEVER
SOUTHERN BARREL BREWING CO. - AMERICAN 375 BUCKWALTER PLACE BLVD. 837-2337 MON - CLOSED, TUES - THURS 2-9PM, FRI 2-11PM SAT 11 - 11PM, SUN 2-8PM
NEO - GASTROPUB - FARM TO TABLE FARE 326 MOSS CREEK VILLAGE 837-5111 MON-THUR 11:30-9 FRI-SAT 11:30-10 SUNDAY 5-9 OKATIE ALE HOUSE - AMERICAN SUN CITY 706-2537 LUNCH & DINNER 7 DAYS A WEEK OLD TOWN DISPENSARY - CONTEMPORARY CALHOUN STREET 837-1893 MON-SAT 11AM-2AM SUNDAY BRUNCH
PEACEFUL HENRY’S CIGAR & WINE BAR 161 BLUFFTON ROAD 757-0557 PEPPER’S OLD TOWN - AMERICAN, SEAFOOD 1255 MAY RIVER ROAD OLD TOWN BLUFFTON 757-2522 7 DAYS A WEEK 11AM-9PM MUSIC 5 NIGHTS A WEEK POUR RICHARD’S**- CONTEMPORARY BLUFFTON PARKWAY 757-1999 MON-SAT 5:30-10PM
SQUAT N’ GOBBLE** AMERICAN/GREEK 1231 MAY RIVER ROAD 757-4242 EAT IN OR TAKE OUT OPEN DAILY 7-3PM THE COTTAGE - BREAKFAST, LUNCH & DINNER 38 CALHOUN STREET 757-0508 BREAKFAST M-SAT. 8-11AM LUNCH 11-3PM EARLY BIRD THUR FROM 5 FRI & SAT 5 - 5:45PM DINNER FROM 6 PM SUN BRUNCH 8AM-2PM AFTERNOON TEA M-W 3:15PM
THE VILLAGE PASTA SHOPPE** ITALIAN DELI & WINE 10 B JOHNSTON WAY (across from Post Office) 540-2095 TUE-FRI 10-6PM SAT 10-4PM VINEYARD 55 PIZZA AMERICAN 55 CALHOUN STREET 757-9463 OPEN DAILY 11:30AM-CLOSE
REDFISH 32 BRUIN ROAD OLD TOWN 837-8888 MON-SAT 1130-2 & 4:30-10 SUN 10-2 & 4-10 SIGLER’S ROTISSERIE & SEAFOOD - CONTEMPORARY 12 SHERATON PARK CIRCLE 815-5030 MON-SAT 4:30PM-9:30PM
** See the ads in the Breeze for more info
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Come for the wine. Stay for the food!
Now serving lunch! Over 100 great wines to sample! Delicious tapas meals all day We d n e s d a y - S a t u rd a y : F ro m 1 1 : 0 0 a m Live Music Thursday night! 843-706-9463 6 Promenade Street
TRADITIONAL NEW YORK STYLE PIZZA
CALLING ALL BLUFFTONIANS Submit your design to be featured on this year’s Boiled Peanut Festival T-Shirt!
ON THE PROMENADE 15 State of Mind Street Bluffton, SC 843.757.7007
M-Th 11-9pm F-Sat 12-10 pm closed Sun www.mulberrystpizzeriabluffton.com
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Finalist Categories Include 10 & Under 11-18 18 & Up Nuttiest Design
Submit By: July 31st Voting Ends: August 31st
Head over to boiledpeanutfestival.com for Details & Official Rules
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5 Sherrington Drive Bluffton, SC 29910 (843) 815-3630
The
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Delicious homemade Italian dishes ready to heat and serve.
Enjoy home-made Italian dishes without paying restaurant prices. Bring us your dish (or use ours) and we’ll fill it up with authentic Italian favorites like Lasagne, Chicken Parmesan, Ziti, Eggplant Parmesan and more. We also have Fresh Pasta and many hard to find Italian deli products.
It’s like mom or grandma made it! 10B Johnston Way www.villagepastashoppe.com (opposite the Bluffton Post office) 843.540.2095
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Serving the Needs of Greater Bluffton Since 1988
Fast, reliable, low-cost prescriptions • 60 seconds from the Bluffton Parkway • You can call ahead • Emergency prescriptions anytime
Lower brand name prices than the chains Easy access to our helpful pharmacists “We care about every prescription” Bluffton’s Favorite Pharmacy! 843-757-4999 167 Bluffton Rd, on Highway 46 Open: Mon-Fri 9-6; Sat 9-2 Always on call! 46 bluffton.com
“We’re ready to help you”
HAMPTON LAKE
31 A NCHOR C OVE C OURT MLS# 336889 $179,000
SUN CITY
3 W IGG C OURT MLS# 338471 3 BR / 2 BA $279,000
BLUFFTON
69 F OREMAN H ILL R OAD MLS# 329448 6 BR / 5.5 BA $749,900
Neil Castellane | 843-338-6345 neil@theneil.com
Bill Blemlek | 551-206-7806 billblemlek@charteronerealty.com
Rich Reed | 843-368-3040 rich@explorehhi.com
OKATIE
ROSE HILL PLANTATION
HAMPTON LAKE
251 O LD B AILEYS R OAD MLS# 337026 6 BR / 4.5 BA | DEEP WATER $849,000
13 F OX M EADOW MLS# 338581 4 BR / 3.5 BA $575,000
21 D RIFTWOOD C T W MLS# 336893 $74,900
Rich Reed | 843-368-3040 rich@explorehhi.com
James Wedgeworth | 843-686-9513 james@jameswedgeworth.com
Neil Castellane | 843-338-6345 neil@theneil.com
THE CRESCENT
ROSE HILL PLANTATION
BLUFFTON/ALLJOY
18 C ARRINGTON P OINT MLS# 338364 $42,500
15 P LANTATION H OUSE D R MLS#337004 $89,000
3 E STILL B EACH L ANE MLS# 336872 4 BR / 2 BA $549,000
James Wedgeworth | 843-686-9513 james@jameswedgeworth.com
James Wedgeworth | 843-686-9513 james@jameswedgeworth.com
James Wedgeworth | 843-686-9513 james@jameswedgeworth.com
BERKELEY HALL
THE FARM
WOODBRIDGE
11 H ASTY P OINT P LACE MLS# 337761 4 BR / 4.5BA $549,000 Rich Reed | 843-368-3040 rich@explorehhi.com
563 M ILL S TREET MLS# 336483 4 BR / 2.5 BA $178,000 James Wedgeworth | 843-686-9513 james@jameswedgeworth.com
136 KNIGHTSBRIDGE ROAD MLS# 335791 3 BR / 2 BA $219,900 James Wedgeworth | 843-686-9513 james@jameswedgeworth.com
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Summertime Favorites at Cahill’s... SC Peaches and Watermelons, Fresh Shelled Peas & Butter Beans Local Caught Shrimp in the Chicken Kitchen
LUNCH Mon to Sat, 11am - 3pm SUPPER Thurs, Fri, Sat, 5 - 9pm BRUNCH Sunday 9am - 3pm SATURDAY BREAKFAST 7am - 12pm 1055 May River Road, Bluffton, SC 1 mile west of the Old Town
American by Birth Southern by the Grace of God
843 757-2921 www.cahillsmarket.com
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