Burrowin’ Down in the ‘ …BORO!’

Walterboro Rocks!

Dear Reader:

I just got home yesterday afternoon from visiting Brooke in her home in Walterboro…today called the ” Front Porch of the Lowcountry.”

Once a few years back Brooke and I climbed the tallest red rocking chair…located in Walterboro… we didn’t do a repeat act, this time, but one is hard-pressed not to see red rockers on each block downtown and on front porches in many Walterboro homes. ( Brooke said hers needed some fresh red paint this year… it has faded over time.)

But we didn’t care much about rocking chairs this visit…with our first Jack Frost night on its way… each burrowing down in a recliner with a quilt…watching romantic comedies … was more what we had in mind. We chose two terrific ” oldie Goldie’s” and one fun ( and surprisingly) touching movie out now!

But of course… the best part was talking and laughing… reminiscing about how obviously things have physically changed since we first met as eighteen year old freshmen… but also the secret no one tells you… the mirror reflects one thing on the outside but inside we are the same essence of the people we were then… just more ” life experienced” -including the good and not so good.

We now know we can survive things our freshmen eyes could never have seen or even imagined… we might be older now but with it comes the knowledge that one doesn’t live for just one self… but for all the people who come in and out of our lives… literally adding on to the tapestry God has watched us create while connecting us to the rest of the universe.

Brooke was there for me throughout my initial chemo treatments-driving from Walterboro to Charleston to help distract me with stories and laughter
Oh and did I forget to tell you we had a good- looking dude with us too… always dressed in a ” tux” -went by the name OREO

So until tomorrow… Jim Henson once wrote ” There’s not a word to express the feelings experienced when old friends re-meet.” ( I think he was right… I have thought and thought… but nothing feels good ” enough”… anybody got a thought on this? Please share!

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

Closing the door regretfully on another visit!

Brooke’s hibiscus blooms are getting covered but the blooms will probably be gone tomorrow and my morning glories who are ” grounded” ditto. Live for the moment!

… Today-November 18 is a year ago since, Ted, Brooke’s husband passed… we stopped by the cemetery yesterday… how fast time flies even after endings.

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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