Hurricane Hugo – 28 years ago today…

Hurricane Hugo – September 21, 1989 

Hurricane Hugo. I will never forget that night (even though it was 28 years ago). We were watching the weather. Leslie Lyles (newscaster) was saying through blinking eyes “Get out, get out now!” – the problem is that evacuation started much sooner, so we decided to hunker down. Shortly thereafter an eerie sound and the power went out. And so it began… Bridget, me and her dog “Buster”. We gathered any supplies that we could possibly need (flashlight, radio, batteries, water, staple gun, plastic). At that time the hurricane was a Category 5 – as strong as it gets. We decided to ride it out in the hallway – no windows, so that was good, we piled blankets and pillows. In the bedrooms off that hallway we moved large pieces of furniture in front of the windows. All bedroom doors were closed. We had the radio on and there was one radio station that remained on for most of the night – it helped to be connected with another entity so much!

The wind was strong (Category 4 when it hit land) and we were there in the hallway in the dark listening to what we thought were large limbs snapping (the wind underneath the doorway was incredibly strong). One after another. We woke up the next morning after actually sleeping after the eye moved in. We moved the plastic off the window and peered out. OH. MY. GOD. with both said in unison.

The sounds of snapping branches were extremely huge pine trees, not branches. Several houses had pine trees sliced right through – cars with trees, trees everywhere.

We had one tiny leak. It was a miracle.

In the coming days we signed up with the Red Cross to help in any efforts we could. They had us ride out in the country to give them notice on where they needed to send people for help. It was a telling time. My place of employment had no roof, but I was luckily transferred to another location after a few weeks.

While driving to that far away location – there were boats in the middle of the interstate. Blown right off the racks they were on. Traffic lights were eye level, hanging with wires everywhere. Gas stations coverings were toppled – And because we couldn’t watch TV or hear any real news we had no idea how bad it was until much later. Two weeks with no water, electricity or phone. We learned some tough lessons like you can’t write a check in a store, even though you waited in line almost an entire day and were able to grab a few things that weren’t spoiled (they could only let a few people, escorted, in at a time, no lights, no power, etc.) – no gas, nowhere to eat, nothing… anywhere.

We were fortunate to have a friend not too far away, so we could take a cold candle-lit shower – also working with the Red Cross they found a way to make coffee in the morning, bless them! Within a week a pizza place opened and we were set.

Thanking our lucky stars.

I’m writing this as Irma may be barreling this way. I pray not.

This is a great (short) video of what Charleston looked like after Hugo. Some videos and news stories say 9/21 and some say 9/22 – power went out around 8PM and it hit hard around midnight… Click HERE to watch a short video and see what Charleston looked like after Hugo hit in 1989.

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Catch you back here tomorrow!



This sign struck me – it says ONE WAY on both sides of it, yet it appears that each points to a slightly different path.

Which made me think about life. Some of us go one way down the path of life and others of us go down a different path – I think it’s important to remember that it doesn’t matter what path we go down, when all come together and are one great country. People helping people, as we’ve seen in the case of all the flooding in Texas. Cars lined up with boats, supplies, gear – people risking their lives and belongings to help their fellow men, women and children (and animals! Let’s not forget the animals!)

Bravo to all of you who have done something to help Texas, whether it was by taking part in the survival efforts or whether you made a donation, no matter the amount.

There is only ONE WAY for us to be. United.

Catch you back here tomorrow!


John Rutledge House Inn – Charleston, SC

John Rutledge House Inn – Charleston, SC

This is a photo of the John Rutledge House Inn  – it’s a beautiful inn in Charleston, SC. The Plumbago and it’s purple flowers are thriving in this spot!

If you’re looking for a special place to stay, this is a great one! We stayed here the night of our wedding. Woke to an amazing breakfast – so special! Check it out!

Catch you back here tomorrow!


Is your brain being hacked?

Our WIFI was out for four days. Four. A big truck drove through the neighborhood and broke large tree branches and snapped a few cable lines. Of course you only lose service when you have a lot to get done, it’s the way of the world. We toughed it out and lived through it HOWEVER, it really made me think about a show on 60 Minutes that I watched not long ago. It was about how some apps are designed to create a habit so that we are constantly checking for email, for likes, for comments. I urge you to check it out – if nothing else it will make you a little more aware when it’s happening. After I watched that show I started reading again. At least at night, I’m going to take time away from the computer to escape.

We don’t want to live in a world where we cannot connect face to face. It’s all nice and convenient, but there has to be normal everyday interaction with people. Otherwise things are going to get a little weirder than they already are…

If this sort of thing interests you (it IS fascinating to me) – read about it HERE!

Of course I am thankful to the Comcast man who we found working on an unrelated job down the street – he worked to get our service restored. He went above and beyond. (It was a hot day, as you can see by the windows). I am thankful to have WIFI back, but also AWARE that I need to set limits. Do you? Is your brain hacked?

Catch you back here tomorrow!

Featured Artist: Whitney Knapp Bowditch

Suspension by Whitney Knapp Bowditch 8.75″ x 11.25″ Oil on Paper

I love paintings of clothes on a clothesline blowing in the wind. The trees in the background and the grass in the foreground is WOW. Cool shadows on the lawn from what’s hanging above. Whitney has many different paintings, all different subjects!

See more of Whitney’s work via these links:

Website  |  Facebook  |  Instagram

Read a bit about Whitney, from her website:

Whitney was born in Connecticut, lived in Surrey, England for nearly a decade, and currently resides in Richmond, Virginia. She earned her Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree from Denison University, and her Post Baccalaureate Certificate and her Master of Fine Arts Degree from Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. Whitney’s work has been exhibited nationally and featured in various publications. Her pieces are in private collections throughout the United States and abroad. She is represented by The Photo Dog Art Gallery and Jessie Edwards’ Studio (Block Island), Beacon Art Shortwave Gallery (Stone Harbor), Beach House Gallery (Dunedin, FL) and Jeffrey Meier Gallery (Lambertville, NJ). She has taught drawing and painting courses at the high school and college level, and currently teaches at Howard Community College in Columbia, Maryland. Continue reading HERE

On another note – Remembering those who’s lives were lost and those who fought hard to save so many people. 9.11.2001  🙏

Catch you back here tomorrow!

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Images are not for reproduction, they are property of the artist.

Itsy Bitsy Spider!

Itsy Bitsy Spider.

Do you see it?

How fabulous are these beautiful pink flowers? Especially against the brilliant blue sky. Lovely! Monhegan. Of course!


Holiday week – posting photos daily for the many of you who are away from the computer. Not a bad idea, enjoy yourselves! Back to normal posting next week…

Have a great day and I’ll catch you back here tomorrow!

Bless This House…

Over ten years ago we put down a walkway with pavers in our backyard. At that time there was a little edge that had concrete to hold the brick from shifting. I pressed this nickel-size “Bless This House” trinket into the wet concrete. Usually there is dirt right around it and plants, I brushed them out of the way to get a little shot… I love this!

Funny how I had this post scheduled for today – I wrote it last week (prior to knowing about Hurricane Irma) – so this photo seems really apropos, don’t you think? Not just for our house, but for the many, many homes that have been/are in/will be in Irma’s path. It’s been an exhausting several days of not knowing the direction Irma is headed. As I write this little blip (Friday 9/8) conditions seem more favorable for the Charleston, SC area, and less favorable for all of Florida. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone who is enduring the wrath of Irma. I think we are all weather obsessed right now – we have hunted for stations that still had gasoline, we’ve got our supply of water, peanut butter, crackers, and, well hell, doughnuts. As of today we should feel the rain, wind and possible flooding mainly on Monday and Monday night. Prayers for those dealing with the devastation, recovery & cleanup. 


Holiday week – posting photos daily for the many of you who are away from the computer. Not a bad idea, enjoy yourselves! Back to normal posting next week…

Have a great day and I’ll catch you back here tomorrow!