Dec 10 2010
Memories of Edisto
In our last blog post, There’s Something Magical About This Place, we looked back at years experiencing Edisto through the eyes of one long term visitor turned resident. It really isn’t hard to find people wanting to share their love for this place, though every story is a little different. So, we are going to cut this blog post short and let you finish it. When did you first visit? Your fondest memories? We invite you to share by commenting below.
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Donny Wilkinson January 13, 2012
My best memory start out as a sort of joke. Every year at New Years, my aunt and uncle would come fro the upstate to visit us. They would bring lots of warm clothes and things to bundle up in, and when they would get here we would go to Edisto Beach to search for the beautiful shells and have a picnic. Even though it was January, it would be nearly 70 degrees and beautiful.
Cricket January 13, 2012
My family has been coming to Edisto for so many years and we have so many memories! My grandparents had a house on Lybrand St. when it was still a dirt road. I remember eating breakfast looking out the window and watching the deer in the road. Walking to the beach could be a chore if you didn't wear your flip flops, the sand and roads were so hot the dead of summer. I remember my father and I going to the creek and he jumping out the john boat getting us some oysters and eating them right then. My uncle and I loved the Pavillion and when we ran out of money to play the games we just crawled under it and collected the money dropped during the day and night that made their way to the sand underneath. After I married my husband, who had not gone to the beach as much as I had,he too fell in love with Edisto just as much, and our children think there is no other beach. They are now in their 20's and teens and still feel the same way we do. After my mother went through a horrible operation from cancer we got her to Edisto were she sat for hours on the porch taking in the sun and views. We watched as the color found its way back into her face and her body seemed to heal five times faster. Time changes everything but the memories still remain. Edisto has changed since I was a child but it still holds a special magic for so many. As for me and my family, it will always be our beach, the one and only.
Robin January 13, 2012
Enchanting is a good word for Edisto. We've been going there for a few years, we've rented houses and stayed in the campground too. My favorite part is the sweeping live oaks and then having the ocean right around the corner. We love Botany Bay, Steamboat Landing, Kings Market, the long stretches of beach, the friendly atmosphere. It's a family favorite destination. There's so Much to enjoy there, so much left unspoiled.
Wanda January 05, 2012
I agree with #1 Joe, when I was a teenager at Edisto were some of the best memories of my life. The pavillion was all open so you could feel the see breeze. It was full of teenagers, you never met a stranger. I carved my name in the wooden tables.The pool tables and pinball machines were always full of kids. The music on the jukebox was great. I have a disc with all the music we use to listen to that was on the jukebox. Oh, the memories those songs bring back. If I could turn back time, that is were I would be. I still Love Edisto today and go two or three times a year. A lot has changed since I was a teen, but I still love that beach. I wish my kids could have experienced some of the same good times I had, before they changed the pavillion.
Jane Lloyd January 04, 2012
For us it's the campground!!!! The dense trees, the smell of cypress mixed with the smell of the salt water!!! Just turning the corner and seeing that big open field with all the campers lined up waiting for the park to open and be able to snatch up their favorite spot!!! When I think how many cups of coffee have been consumed while sitting on that beach waiting for the sun to rise, how many times my husband and I have walked the beach holding hands hoping to find the perfect shell , and how many chapters of James Patterson books were read sitting in our chairs feeling the wind on our faces, I have to smile!!!