Do You know about Charleston?

Charleston at Twilght 30 day challege

The sky looks as if it is painted a soft gray, it almost doesn’t look real it is so delicate. The chill in the air is unusual for Charleston, even in the winter the low country usually keeps a mild temperature, although at times we are assaulted by cold temps and occasional snow flurries, they are not what you see in the north, and Charleston remains the subtropical paradise of the Low country.

I turned the corner of king street, which stretches from one end of downtown to the other. I walk straight down king to the east I find myself in a middle class neighborhood, hard working people who commute downtown, live in nice brink homes with fenced in yards, lots of greenery and trees. But to the west is the poor area, people who work hard for little, live in older homes smaller green yards, trees outside the fence. In This area people sit on their front porches or stand around in front of the corner stores talking about the latest gossip, what is happening in the city? They don’t worry about what they will do tomorrow, they already know they will get up go to work and return home to the same routine.

In between these two areas is the historical downtown, the battery the Grandstand stands in the park. I know I can st hear music playing in the band stand, from a time long ago. I sense more then see ladies in long dresses, hats and parasols men in fedoras, walking gallantly next to them tipping their hats at other ladies.

In the middle of this park pointed out to an island is an cannon. The cannon is silent, standing next to it is a soldier, dressed in tattered gray standing ramrod straight.

Looking out across the Cooper river at Sumter: solemn, his gun at his side as he stands at attention watching, waiting, for what? I shake my head an look again. He is gone in a flash, and so are the ladies, they are replaced with college students playing ball and occupants of the old elegant homes, walking their dogs. Charleston returns to the present, if only for a moment. I sit on a bench and enjoy my world.


Looking at Patriots Point

A young lady, a tourist sits down beside me on the bench. “My name is Linda,” she speaks eagerly, “do you live in Charleston?”
Charleston breeds an air of friendliness, found in most southern towns, but for some reason more so here, I answer yes, and tell her my name is Diane.
“People have such stories here.” “Stories of ghosts, the supernatural. Do you know any?”

I tell here the story of a church steeple that stood so tall, the union army used to aim for it, right in the center of town in the middle of winter. The winter was the coldest one the people had experienced, but the constant shelling of the church kept the people running out of their homes to safety. Children were freezing cold, but still the army kept shelling. One day the townspeople gathered in the church and prayed for God to protect them, their Children were cold, from somewhere a voice told the people to their hearts: There was not a voice out loud ,but to their hearts, to paint the steeple black so it would not be seen in the dark night. The next morning the people did, wondering at the experience; the shelling stopped.
“Where did the voice come from“, she asked “a ghost?”“No, I replied picking up my purse, “God spoke to the people“.
“God“, She scoffed “I don’t believe in God” To myself I smiled. “You will believe in a ghost but not in the almighty?”

“Of course not give me a good reason to believe in something you cannot see?”
Linda fumed as she gathered her belongings and huffed away. She had come to Charleston looking for Ghosts not for God. So I wonder, how can you believe in spirits and not the mightiest one of all? It also strikes me as odd she does not believe in what she cannot see...yet she believes in ghosts.

I smiled to myself, I get the reaction a lot. People do not wish to believe in a tangible God, but they chose to believe in ghosts and spirits walking the earth.

The truth is, the spirit that walks Charleston is God. We are not called the Holy city for nothing. I smiled as I continued my walk though my city and felt the chill of history and the one who blessed us.

On the other hand, in the still of the night when you lie in bed you hear the cannons, the soldiers as they fire upon Fort Sumpter.

You can feel the galentry as they yell "the war will be over in three months, only to last three years.

Charleston a town of ladies in long dresses, of war and peace, racism, of freedom, a grand old lady of the south.

Are there ghosts here? Yes, of a civilization long gone and a new one rebuilt. Where the old south met the new, and hung around. 

The genteel south meets the growing south new mechanized south.

A soldier saying good by to his family

The old

meets the new: Boeing plant

I walk the silent streets of the city, and smile. There isn't any other city like Charleston, one that so represents the south.

I smile as the old and the new mix, and Charleston moves on.

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Godslittlechild 6 years ago

Very good hub! I have been to Charleston, beautiful place.

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Peggy W 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

We spent 3 days in Savannah on vacation once and hope to someday spend some time in Charleston as well. Very interesting how you portrayed the Charleston that you know. Good hub.

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Its Angel 6 years ago from Charleston, SC Author

Thank you ladies, for visiting! And thank you for your kind words.

Kim Garcia 6 years ago

Wonderfully depiction of Charleston!! Warm and inviting, as I know Charleston well, only live an hour or so away in Beaufort SC. You have a charming and delightful way of writing that is one of a peaceful soul, which resonates in your stories. Many Blessings to you!! My husband and I are wedding photographers and have photographed many in Charleston and the Plantations surrounding. Peace!~K

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