Our family has completed another week of vacation. This makes 26 years in our fun spot. At times, I have thought maybe I could be buried when my time comes at this special place. I am referring to Garden City’s family beach. Having rented the same beach house all these years, sometimes it seems like our own.

We attended the Garden City Chapel as usual on Sunday. We always spend one Sunday, at least, with all these vacationers. I really don’t believe I would enjoy any other spot like this.

Although I don’t see as well, I never did get a glimpse of Perky, the little cripple starling. If you are a regular reader, you know the story. For a number of years now we have spent two weeks here. However, due to the wedding of grandson William we cut our time to one week.

My battle with skin cancer has kept me from spending much time on the beach itself. Perhaps not being able to see the bikini-clad girls lessened my desire to bask in the sun.

We battened down the hatches a day early, leaving the beach to join other family members at the Hampton Inn. The bride had chosen a late afternoon outdoor wedding at “The Columns,” a lovely old plantation-style mansion. The ceremony took place on the front porch. We were so proud of our grandsons – Joseph, Hart, Dan, Clark, Larry and Caleb. They looked so handsome. The flower girl was our little great-granddaughter, Abigail.

All in all, it was a beautiful wedding. The bride and groom left with sparklers shining in the dark as they drove away for their honeymoon flight to the Dominican Republic.

The bitter winds of time has cut deeply into many things in my life. Age can do many cruel things to a person. I am not sure at this point what the future holds for my columns. But you can rest assured that as long as I’m able to write, you will be hearing from me.

In recent months, I have dictated my columns to Billie, and she puts down the actual words that I give to her. Then the column’s mailed to The Times and Democrat.

My Parkinson’s Disease and blindness are limiting my abilities to a great extent. When my time comes to hang up the fiddle and the bow, I want to be remembered as a person who has benefitted greatly from my life’s experiences.

Thank you readers for your support.

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T&D Columnist Rinehart Chewning is longtime resident of Holly Hill. Discuss this and other stories online at TheTandD.com.

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