I’ve lived my entire life in this state, and trust me, I know it has its short-comings. But I hate that we only seem to make the national news when we have a scandal like Mark Sanford’s Argentinian affair or a tragedy like the Susan Smith case. There’s so much more to this place than those people and those events.
And it makes me sad that a lot of people who live here (read: people who should know better) love to run our state down. I read a comment this morning on a local news channel’s Facebook page in which the commenter referred to South Carolina as the armpit of the South. Makes me think he doesn’t get out much. I’ve seen a lot of this country, from Florida to Maine to Michigan to Colorado to Texas and a good bit of everywhere in between. Can’t think of a single one of those places that didn’t have a seedy, tacky, or downright scary side.
Poverty, ignorance, and yes, even rednecks exist everywhere — they are not exclusive to the South (no matter what Hollywood would lead you to believe), and they’re certainly not exclusive to South Carolina. And the Yankee rednecks I’ve had the misfortune to encounter over the years are ten times worse than the Southern ones. At least in the South, rednecks tend to be friendly, fun-loving folks who recognize themselves (watch “My Big Redneck Wedding” on CMT sometime if you doubt this — they know, and they’re fine with it). Rednecks in more “refined” parts of the country usually think of themselves as “classy.”
With all this in mind, and fully acknowledging my own identity as a first generation South Carolinian who is eternally grateful to both her parents for being wise enough to stay in the South once they got here, I decided to come up with a list of ten of the things I love most about this state.
1. The fact that I can eat a late lunch in the mountains and still make it for supper (or dinner, to some of y’all) by the ocean.
2. Hash and rice. I was 15 before being introduced to this delicacy, and since that day the sun has shone brighter and the gardenias have smelled sweeter. In my humble opinion, Jackie Hite in Batesburg-Leesville serves up the best there is.
3. Edisto Island. Canopies of Spanish moss-draped live oaks arching over dirt roads and old graveyards. The Piggly Wiggly. Po Pigs BoBQ. The Boob Tree. The Mystery Tree. A gorgeous, multi-faceted place to step back in time. But y’all can just keep going to Myrtle Beach and thinking THAT’S South Carolina. We don’t mind. It leaves Edisto for us…
4. The Statehouse. We have a beautiful home for our state government. They polished the copper dome a few years back, and it was impressive, but I honestly think I prefer it with its usual rich, green patina.
5. The Dark Corner. I love that just a few miles up the road from where we live, there’s a country store that simply cannot keep white sugar and Mason jars in stock. Moonshining is alive and well and living in South Carolina. We even learned a few years ago that my parents’ land and that of the neighbor just above them used to house a very successful still.
6. Peaches. Georgia might have the title, but actually, the only state that produces more peaches than South Carolina is California. And having tasted peaches from both states, I have to say that quality outweighs quantity on this one. All I can think is that maybe they have to pick California peaches really green in order for them not to rot during shipping, and the flavor doesn’t have a chance to develop. Because that’s not what a peach should taste like.
7. The Greater Greenville Scottish Games and Highland Festival. (Yes, it’s a mouthful!) The Games started in 2006, but we didn’t go till last year, when Prince Edward visited. The parade on Friday night had all of Main Street shut down for an hour-long procession of clans, pipe bands, and classic cars that had my husband drooling. The Games themselves took place on Saturday at Furman University. It’s supposedly the first Highland Games outside of the British Isles to be visited by a member of the royal family. We’re already looking forward to the 2011 Games at the end of May.
8. Charleston. Couldn’t leave this out, could I? If you love history, go to Charleston. If you love architecture, go to Charleston. If you love old graveyards and the churches that guard them, go to Charleston. If you love food, go to Charleston. If you love shopping, go to Charleston. Do not, however, fool yourself into believing that you belong there. One of my favorite stories of the city involves the churchyard at St. Philip’s Episcopal, where the side of the street closest to the church is reserved for members born in Charleston, and the “strangers” graveyard on the other side of Church Street is for those born elsewhere. John C. Calhoun was born in Abbeville but married a woman from Charleston, and they both were buried at St. Philip’s — she on the Charleston side and he with the strangers. As the city prepared for Union occupation, it was decided that Calhoun should be moved to an unmarked grave in the Charlestonian section of the churchyard to prevent Union troops from desecrating his remains. After the war, however, he was moved back to his “proper place” on the strangers’ side. A century and a half later, the sentiments behind those decisions haven’t changed. I’m not from Charleston, but I love that Charlestonians are so proud of their identity. They have every right to be.
9. Garden & Gun. This has to follow Charleston because it’s created there. Garden & Gun is a fabulously beautiful magazine dedicated to capturing “The Soul of the South.” It does a pretty darn good job, too, as evidenced by the head-scratching responses from other parts of the country. I googled it yesterday and found several blog posts that all said something along the lines of, “What do gardens have to do with guns? I don’t get it…” Yes, the magazine focuses heavily on a side of Southern life that 95% of us will never experience, but what magazine doesn’t? What percentage of Vogue readers actually go out and buy a whole new wardrobe every month? We love glossy magazines with beautiful photography and stories about the good life because they’re an escape from real life. If you want reality, you buy a newspaper. G&G isn’t all about the high life, though. They like a good seafood dive or barbeque house as well as any salt-of-the-earth Southerner does.
10. Downtown Greenville. When I was a little girl, Greenville’s Main Street was dirty, ugly, and not particularly safe. But in the past ten or fifteen years, the whole area has been rejuvenated, and now it’s the place to be at any time of day. Restaurants, shopping, parks, museums (including the great Children’s Museum) — there’s so much to do! It was my first big “outing” with my little boy when he was six weeks old: frozen yogurt at Blueberry Frog, a walk across Liberty Bridge, and an hour or two of sitting by the Reedy River, watching ducklings brave the little rapids. And every Saturday morning during the summer, two blocks of Main Street are shut down for the Downtown Market, a great source for local meats, produce, dairy, and crafts.
There are plenty of other things worth loving about this place. The Gullah culture in the Lowcountry, the horse country around Aiken, the Congaree Swamp…
Flaws? Absolutely. Humidity, low test scores (down near New York, DC, Pennsylvania, and Hawaii — yikes!), litter, Palmetto bugs, fire ants… I could go on. But it’s home. It’s beautiful. The majority of the people are kind and down-to-earth. I might live somewhere else someday, but South Carolina will always be where I belong.