Blissful Youth

This photo came up in my memories today. It is of me, my sisters Margaret and Janet and my cousin’s Brooks and Leigh on the front porch at Pawleys Island in August of 1973. Thankfully I had a 1973 shirt on to give evidence of the year. I was 12, Margaret was about to be nine, Brooks was five, Janet was about to be four and Leigh was two.

We spent every August at Pawleys. My father and his only sibling, Wilson and their families. Eventually my cousin Sarah came along on my fifteenth birthday and that completed the six cousins.

Those summers at Pawleys were kid heaven as our father’s made sure we had the most fun possible. We always had a few giant tractor inner tubes with ropes tied around them that we used as group flotation devices along with oblong floats we used to ride the waves.

August was a hot time to be at Pawleys so we were always in the water. My Dad and Will made sure we were strong swimmers and we knew how to dunk under giant waves and body surf smaller ones.

We learned how to dig up sand dollars with our feet and we would crab off the dock on the backwater, using chicken necks tied on string as bait.

At least once a summer Dad and Will would go buy a ridiculous amount of fireworks and would put on a big show on the beach after dinner. We ate watermelon and spit the seeds at each other and played endless hours of board games.

Will would play the guitar and my Dad would play the ukulele and we would all would sing. “Joy to the World” (the three dog night version) and “Let it Be” were regulars in our line up. We also sang old spirituals like, “Will the circle be unbroken” with all the right harmonies.

We had the cousins, Mary and Haidee, with their family at their house and friends and other family members who showed up from time to time, like the McIntyres.

We didn’t have a phone or a TV, or air conditioning for that matter. Whatever was happening in the world, we were ignorant of. It was bliss.