Showing posts with label Charleston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charleston. Show all posts

Fort Sumter


Sunday was actually a bonus day in Charleston. We arrived a day ahead of schedule (luckily, they had a room) and in reviewing our reservations, Jason realized everything after Charleston was off a day. So, rather than try to reschedule everything, we left things as is (We’ll still be back on Friday, Kaila!).

Since we knew we had an extra day, we spent Saturday at the plantations and saved Sunday for Fort Sumter, where the opening shots of the Civil War were fired on April 12, 1861.  Since the fort, or more specifically what remains of it, is on an island, the only way to get to it is by boat.  The trolley took us to Liberty Park (next to the South Carolina aquarium) where we spent about 45 minutes in the Visitor Center reading more about the fort and its part in the Civil War before boarding the ship. We enjoyed top tier seats during the 45-minute narrated ride to the island.

As you approach the Fort, even in its ruined state, it is easy to imagine the imposing structure it once was. The building began in 1829, as one of many coastal fortifications built after the War of 1812. It was still incomplete when the first shots were fired in 1861.

Despite the crowd of visitors wandering about, walking among the ruins was eerily silent.  The Fort was defended by Union troops for less than two days before Major Anderson agreed to a truce and surrendered. Confederate forces, despite desultory fire from Federal troops, occupied the fort, which was in ruins, until January 1865.  The fort withstood more than seven million pounds of artillery, yet through the 20-month siege, Confederates losses (52 killed; 267 wounded) were minimal.

Attempts were made at refortification after the Civil War; giving some uniformity to the jagged and damaged walls, constructing storage magazines, arming it with Parrott guns. It served mainly as a lighthouse station until World War I and was used again during World War II until custodianship was transferred to the National Park Service and Fort Sumter became a national monument.

As we sailed back to Liberty Island, Fort Sumter gradually faded in the distance, but the significant and center stage role it played in our nation's history will never be forgotten.
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Walking Back in Time: Drayton Hall and Middleton Place


The ride to Savannah took a scant three hours, and in the sojourn between the trolley tour and dinner, we’ve escaped the heat and are relaxing in our room. Time to blog.

I guess I should catch up where I left off. 

Saturday was Plantation Day. There were two plantations in included in our Charleston Heritage pass -  Drayton Hall and Middleton Place, both on the Ashley River, a 25 minute drive from the downtown historic area. 

Drayton Hall
Drayton Hall is the oldest surviving and intact plantation home on the Ashley River, and has not been changed since its last full time inhabitants left in the late 1800’s. It has no electricity, no plumbing, and no running water. It stands, remarkably and with minimal modification, as John Drayton built it in 1738. This stately Georgian manor house has survived the Revolutionary War, the Civil War and national disaster. Like many of the other homes we’ve been in during this trip, it too is managed by an agency well adept at maintaining such treasures, the National Trust for Historic Preservation.

From the moment you being down the path to the home, canopied by live oaks , you can feel yourself slowly drift back to a time of grace and gentility, when a wealthy few lived lives beyond imagination. Seven generations of Draytons have owned Drayton Hall, and seven generations of Bowens, African-Americans, lived and worked there. The home is a magnificent example of a colonial architecture, beautifully and uniquely unrestored. Visitors can awe the detail of the plaster ceiling art, the ornate hand-carved wood moldings and cornice work, cypress paneled walls, the fireplaces and over-mantles and more. I know we did.

From the second floor piazzas, you can see the Ashley River and imagine a time of grand balls, with music wafting throughout the rooms, doors and windows thrown opened to a beautiful backdrop of landscaped English gardens and cool river breezes.  Even the basement is remarkable for its time.

If you get to Charleston, I highly recommend a trip to Drayton Hall.

Middleton Place
A few miles down the road is Middleton Place, also a historic landmark and home to some of the most beautiful and oldest landscaped gardens in America. Like Drayton Hall, the property has remained with the Middleton family for generations.

The house and lands that became known as Middleton Place were part of Mary Williams dowry when she married Henry Middleton in 1741. Henry, a wealthy plantation owner in his own right, decided he and his bride would live here, and as part of his grand design, added the English gardens and two unattached flanker buildings. After Mary Williams Middleton died in 1761, Henry moved to The Oaks, his birthplace. Middleton Place to Arthur Middleton in 1763 when he returned from school in Europe.

Williams Middleton, the great-great grandson of Henry and Mary, inherited Middleton Place in 1846. A rice planter, he was avid about South Carolina’s secession from the Union. Unlike Drayton Hall, Middleton Place was occupied, and ransacked.  Only the left flanker building survived enough to be rebuilt after the Civil War, which Williams did with the help of monies from his sister, Eliza.

The home, while not as grand as the original three-story brick main home, served the family well. The earthquake of 1886 leveled what remained of the main house and right flanker building, but the left flanker survived.

The grounds and gardens of Middleton Place were and remain its most precious commodity. It took nearly decade and almost 100 slaves to complete the gardens, a majestic example of geometry and design.  They fell into disrepair after the Civil War, until direct descendant J.J. Pringle Smith and his wife undertook the process to restore them to their original grandeur. 

You can walk the paths though the gardens and along the river and see the centuries old trees and flowers that continue to grow and thrive. If you close you eyes, you can almost hear the rustling of petticoats and taffeta. It is breathtaking.

Enjoy lunch at the restaurant on the grounds at Middleton Place, a three-course menu of Low Country favorites, including sweet tea, southern fried chicken and shrimp and grits (which I had and thoroughly enjoyed!).  Like Drayton Hall, Middleton Place is a must see. Plan to spend an entire day to fully experience both plantations.  It is a well spent, relaxing walk back in time.
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A Few Days Behind...


It's Monday morning and we're in a bit of a scramble to get packed and head out to Savannah. 

There's so much to tell about our Saturday at Drayton Hall and Middleton Place, two very different, but very magnificent plantations on the Ashley River, and our visit to Fort Sumter, where the first shots of the Civil War were fired, on Sunday. So much to tell, yes, but last night's decision to watch the US Open, from Tiger's tee-off to Beau Hossler's unfortunate amateur meltdown to Webb Simpson's club house victory, from as many bars as we could got in the way.  It was a blast - we walked all over downtown Charleston, stopped in lots of cool bars/restaurants, including Boone's Bar, T-Bonz (that was a repeat performance; we'd had lunch there earlier in the week) and Mac's Pub. We went into Squeeze, the tightest bar in Charleston, but their two televisions were tuned to the NBA finals at an earlier customer's request and both sets worked simultaneously, so we squeezed our way back out (It really IS that tight in there!). and We talked to lots of interesting bartenders, and had an awesome late night dinner and final toast at The Charleston Crab House.

I've posted pictures from Drayton Hall and Middleton Place in the interim. I'll tell the tales tonight.
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Homes of History: Our Walking Tour of Charleston


Now I know why people love Charleston.

After breakfast on Friday morning, Jason and I strolled across the street to the Visitor’s Center. Rather than shuffle pamphlets, we decided to talk to the folks there and see what ticket packages they had to help us best spend our time here. The decision was easy – the Heritage Pass, two days to visit key museum homes, the Gibbes Art Museum and The Charleston Museum. Our only concern was would we actually be able to do it all.

We planned to visit the five tourable homes on Friday and save the plantations – Drayton Hall and Middleton Place, for Saturday.  With passes and map in hand, we boarded the trolley and headed downtown.

View from the Edmondston-Alston house
second floor piazza 
Our first stop was the Edmondston-Alston house, built in 1825 by Charles Edmondston, a successful Charleston merchant.  It is located on what is known as the High Battery, a row of magnificent antebellum homes with a front row view of Charleston harbor. Unfortunately, the same piazzas that offer stunning views of the harbor also offered unobstructed views of the bombardment of Fort Sumter.

The Panic of 1837 depleted Edmondston’s financial resources and he was forced to sell his beautiful home. Charles Alston, one of the wealthiest rice planters in the Low Country, purchased it in 1838. He made several renovations to the home, including a third floor piazza, to reflect the popular Greek Revival style. Like others of the wealthy planter class, the Charleston home was Alston’s urban plantation, a place to bring his family, and of course, their enslaved servants, to escape the heat of the summers and enjoy the city’s social season.  Alston would receive business guests on the first floor, but the entertaining would be done on the second floor, above the noise and smells of the street.

The home survived the Civil War, the earthquake of 1886 and numerous hurricanes, including Hugo in 1989, and has remained in the Alston family since 1838.

The Heyward-Washington House
The Heyward-Washington house, second on our route, is a double brick home (another term for the Georgian center hall style) inside the walls of the original city, known as The Grand Modell.

The structure was built in 1772 by Daniel Heyward, one of South Carolina’s wealthy rice planters, as a town home for his son, Thomas.  Thomas Heyward was a man of prestige and influence in South Carolina. He was a Revolutionary patriot and a signer of the Declaration of Independence. The house, which was used by General George Washington while he was in South Carolina for week in May 1791, was opened as Charleston’s first historic house museum in 1930.

Our guide, Beverly, had a drawl as sweet as honey and a genuine gentility that personified southern hospitality. I could have listened to her all day long. She told us about the priceless furniture in the home and the preserved outbuildings on the site, including the kitchen building, built in 1740.

The Nathaniel Russell home
Nathaniel Russell’s home, a grand Federal style townhouse on Meeting Street, was built in 1808. It is well known for its grandeur and its “flying staircase”, a spiral staircase that winds to the third floor seemingly untethered to anything. Unlike Heyward and Alston, Nathaniel Russell was not born in the south and was not a rice planter. He was born in Rhode Island and came to Charleston at the age of 27 as an agent for Providence merchants. In 1788, Russell married heiress Sarah Hopton. He was fifty; she thirty-six. They lived in the home with their two daughters, Alicia and Sarah, and over time, their husbands and grandchildren.

The home remained with the Russell family until 1857, when Sarah, who inherited it from her mother after her death, sold it to South Carolina Governor R.W. Allston. The home, like the Heyward-Washington house, was eventually purchased by the Historic Charleston Foundation and helped lead the preservation movement in the city.

The Joseph Manigault house
Gabriel Manigault designed the Manigault home, a three-story brick townhouse, for his brother, Joseph. Like other homes in the Historic District, the Manigault house, with its high ceilings, ornamental plaster, numerous windows and curving central staircase, is reflective of the lifestyle enjoyed by wealthy rice planters of the era.

The home was built in 1803, but by the early 1920’s, stood close to ruin.  Recognizing the historical significance of the home, two Charleston women purchased it and established The Society for the Preservation of Old Dwellings to help keep it from destruction. With funds donated by Mrs. Henrietta Politzer, widow of Edward Hartford, heir to the A&P fortune, the home was purchased by the Charleston Museum and opened as a historic house museum in 1949.

Our guide, Rosemary, was a wonderful woman who knew so much about the family, the home and their history. Her excellent imageries and descriptions brought the people and the home to life for us.

Finally, we went to the Aiken-Rhett house, one of the most stunning examples of an intact mansion and outbuildings in the historic district. A brick wall surrounds the work yard, the domain of the slaves who supported the household and its families; the two–story laundry kitchen building, privy and stable remain standing. It’s an excellent opportunity to see where some of the slaves lived and worked on this urban plantation.

Aiken-Rhett House piazza
The home was built by John Robinson, a shipping merchant, in the typical style of the day – a center hall with two rooms on either side. After losing 5 shops at sea, Robinson was forced to sell the home, and in 1827, it became the property of William Aiken, an Irish immigrant who had amassed a huge fortune. When he died in a carriage accident, the home passed to his widow and son, William Aiken, Jr., a successful rice planter, politician and eventual Governor of South Carolina. Aiken expanded in the 1830’s and again in the 1850’s.  The three-story home, with beautiful and spacious piazzas on its first two floors, was one of the most impressive in Charleston.

After the deaths of Aiken and his wife, the home became the property of their daughter, Henrietta and her husband, Major A.B. Rhett.  Aiken family descendants continued to live in the home until the 1975 when it was donated to The Charleston Museum, however little was done in the way of alterations or changes.

Sadly, the Aiken-Rhett house sustained extensive damage as a result of Hurricane Hugo. The home, as we were told, is being kept in conservatorship, rather than being restored.

Even in the Aiken-Rhett house, it was easy to imagine the lives of the gentry who lived in these magnificent structures. I had whet my appetite for Saturday's sojourn to Drayton Hall and Middleton Place.
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A Sneak Peek at Charleston


After we settled into our room Thursday night, Jason and I took our inaugural trolley ride downtown to get a sense of what there was to do and see in Charleston. My original agenda included Boone Hall Plantation, Drayton Hall and Fort Sumter, where the Civil War began.  Having grabbed so many interesting pamphlets from the lobby, I knew we could do and see so much more.  Given our time here, the question was how.

Charleston hustles and bustles, but with a politeness I’ve not seen in any other big city. It began as a seaport, like so many other big cities of our country’s youth, and by the late 1770’s, it was the largest and wealthiest city in America. For 300 years, it has survived war, earthquakes, hurricanes and fire, and remains a monument to civility and true to its southern heritage.

The city was originally called Charles Town, adopting Charleston in 1783. It is also known as The Holy City, due to the number of churches and prominent steeples that dot its skyline. Preservation and conservation are paramount in this city, evidenced by the strong and influential presence of organizations like The Charleston Museum, The Charleston Historical Society, The Charleston Heritage Federation and the fierce dedication of The Charleston Preservation Society.

Charleston Harbor
We wandered down to Charleston Harbor and enjoyed the quiet serenity of watching the whitecaps gently roll and crest and the magnificent masted ship sail slowly by. A few of children squealed that they saw dolphins, but we didn't see them. In the distance, are the remains of Fort Sumter, silent now, but once the spark that ignited the Civil War. 

We had dinner at Coast Bar and Grill, a wonderful seafood restaurant housed in what was once an old indigo warehouse. The food was awesome, the atmosphere perfect and it was the great end to a great day.

I suggested we both get a good night sleep, because Friday was going to be a busy day!
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From Wilmington to Charleston


Wilmington, North Carolina was a stopover, a place to hang our helmets for the night before the ride to Charleston.  On our way to Route 17 we drove through the historic downtown district, with block after block of beautiful and elegant Victorian-era homes and historical markers touting the celebrated people and events. Unfortunately, I couldn’t read or take pictures fast enough.

When we left Wilmington, it was under the bluest and brightest skies we’ve seen this week. The sun was radiant and the few clouds that floated lazily above were whisper thin. While it was a perfect day weather-wise, the ride to Charleston wasn’t distinguished by any breathtaking landscapes, rolling hills or perfectly manicured farms. The ride along the Carolina coast is low, straight and occasionally marshy.

And then we got to Myrtle Beach.

Route 17 through North Myrtle Beach is a two lane highway traversing mile after mile of retail repertoire included any number of elaborate miniature golf establishments, all-you-can-eat seafood buffets, pancake houses, golf gear outlets and bargain price beachwear superstores. It reminded me of Branson, Missouri without the tacky glitz.

We stopped at the first of four Harley stores we knew were in the area just to stop the madness.

As we neared the fork that determined if our route would continue on 17 through Myrtle Beach (proper) or via the bypass, Jason leaned back and said more than asked, “By-pass?” to which I heartily agreed. I’ve never been to or through Myrtle Beach before, but after the visual assault of its sister city, I was afraid my credit cards would simply melt in my wallet, and I just couldn’t take that chance.

The Boys of Summer are out in force in the south, or so it seems, as much of the ride from Myrtle Beach to Charleston was lined with orange cones and white hard hats.  It creates a bit of tension and stress for Jason to stop, idle and go on a regular basis, and at ninety plus degrees, it can feel a bit like sitting in a baking pan in a hot oven.

Our hotel is located in Charleston’s historic district, a different and much more pleasant sensory overload for me. I had planned a few things for our two days here, but as Jason handled the check-in process, I wandered to the wall o’advertisements, and pulled a dozen colorful brochures.

Decisions. Decisions.
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