Old becomes new again

Antique heart pine beams reclaimed from an old sugar factory in Honduras were cut, custom stained and used for the floors throughout much of the home.

A Greek-Revival farmhouse

Patra Taylor is one of many talented feature writers who contributes to the quarterly publication. In Old becomes new again, she writes about a beautiful Greek-Revival-style farmhouse located in the heart of her hometown, Mount Pleasant, South Carolina. Continue reading “Old becomes new again”

Eliza Lucas Pinckney lives!

“A people who mean to be their own governors,” said Eliza Lucas Pinckney, “must arm themselves with the power which knowledge gives.”

[In this item, feature writer, Patra Taylor, introduces the latest trend in Charleston party-going.]

Charleston is abuzz with sightings of Eliza Lucas Pinckney, the first woman to be inducted into the South Carolina Business Hall of Fame. At the age of 16, Pinckney, took over the management of Wappoo Plantation and her family’s other two agricultural properties in 1739. Through her extensive knowledge of botany, she went on to develop indigo as one of South Carolina’s most important cash crops, revolutionizing the colonial economy prior to the Revolutionary War, and forever preserving her place in American history. Continue reading “Eliza Lucas Pinckney lives!”

The wolf, the chocolates and the curse jar, Part 2

After watching “Southern Charm,” I realized that those of us born in the land of Sherman are not alone when it comes to our foul mouths.

[Here’s a bit of senior humor by one of the Charleston Mercury columnists, Patra Taylor.]

Forget the chocolates…

After two months of soulful introspection, I have determined that there are two kinds of cursing: environmental and situational. Figuring this out is a result of resolving to purge myself of the curse of cursing after learning that my fellow-Ohioans are the foulest mouthed folks in the nation. Continue reading “The wolf, the chocolates and the curse jar, Part 2”

Charleston’s Historic Homes

Charleston is the real thing, a city whose people and architecture have survived the ages and prevailed through the best–and worst–of times.

[One of the Lowcountry’s feature writers, Patra Taylor, describes some of the magnificent homes open for tours in the Charleston area.]

In the footsteps of heros

Downtown Homes

To wander the streets of Charleston is to walk in the footsteps of Revolutionary War heroes, signers of the Declaration of Independence and authors of the United States Constitution. Many of the buildings still bear their names; their descendants still live and work here. Charlestonians are quick to point out that while other “Colonial towns” may be replicas, Charleston is the real thing, a city whose people and architecture have survived the ages and prevailed through the best–and worst–of times. Continue reading “Charleston’s Historic Homes”

Beyond the marker

“Mulberry Methodist and many of the rural churches and temples I’ve photographed are in dilapidated condition, and no one seems to have the resources to preserve what was important enough to place on the National Register of Historic Places.”

Sacred Spaces

Beyond the marker is the third in a series by Patra Taylor about Preservation South Carolina’s efforts to save the state’s rural historic churches and temples.

If you wish to start from the beginning…

The first in the series, The journey begins, appeared in the March 2019 issue. Here’s an excerpt: Having lived in Charleston, Columbia and Greenville during his adult life, Fitzpatrick knew South Carolina’s history through the lens of big cities. But the towns and districts he’d passed traveling from one city to the next never registered with him…until now.”

The second in the series, The road to Prosperity, appeared in the April 2019 issue. Here’s an excerpt:  “Our work is not about the monumental architecture,” states Bedenbaugh. “It’s about the monumental stories. History is a man-made thing. It’s about the human experience.”

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Christendom is burning

It’s probably too late for France. The intent of those who built the Notre-Dame Cathedral and their passion for the Holy Trinity went up in flames.

[In January 2019, Patra Taylor decided to jump into the churning waters of opinion writing with her own iteration of opinion writing with RAWW, Rants of an Angry White Woman…quite a transformation from the humor she specialized in for a decade and a half.]

RIP Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris

Last month, Christians sat transfixed in front of their television or computer screens watching the orange glow of flames devastate Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris, an 800-year-old icon for believers around the world. The day before the fire, the cathedral WAS considered one of the finest examples of Gothic architecture in France. With billions of dollars already pledged from the faithful around the world, the French government, which controls the medieval structure, vows to rebuild the cathedral in five…six years at the most. Continue reading “Christendom is burning”

Doing the funky chicken comes of age

More recently I realized that I had, in fact, constructed an enormous Rube Goldberg of self delusion regarding the exact number of years that have passed since my birth.

Here’s more family humor from one of the Charleston Mercury columnists, Patra Taylor.

Me! One of the beautiful people

I spent spring break in South Florida with the beautiful people.

At this point, the accomplished storyteller should be waxing poetic about the exploits of her college break (sadly, only one) spent in sunny Florida in order to move the storyline forward. While I would love to re-live those few short days on the beach in Fort Lauderdale, and embellish my memories enough to make them worth reading about, I fear pushing the rewind button on that coming-of-age period in my life would trigger enough specifics to flash the approximate date of that trip across my conscious mind causing me to be just one spontaneous subtraction problem away from inadvertently recalling my current age, rounded to the nearest year. I’m pretty good at math, so I’ve decided not to go there. Continue reading “Doing the funky chicken comes of age”