‘Clebe’ McClary, the veteran who continues to serve, Part I
By Peg Eastman
From the founding of the Carolina colony to the present day, the Lowcountry has had a proud military heritage. Among our modern-day warriors is Patrick Cleburne “Clebe” McClary, III, a highly decorated United States Marine who served with distinction in Vietnam.
Enlisting art to aid the sick of the Holy Land
By Julian V. Brandt III
At the end of June, noted Charleston artist Jill Hooper returned from London. She was there to have Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester and the Grand Prior of the Order of the Hospital of St. John of Jerusalem, sit for her while she painted his portrait. Her homecoming marks a return from an odyssey she began last summer after she expressed a desire to paint asylum seekers at Syrian refugee camps. Upon hearing this I suggested, “Why not Jerusalem?”
Charleston author’s debut novel distills essence of the Holy City
By Robert Salvo
Charleston native Margaret Bradham Thornton knows a thing or two about writing. Her work has received the ForeWard Magazine Book of the Year award and the Holman Award for Southern literary scholarship. It has been featured in The Paris Review, the Times Literary Supplement, Ploughshares and many other highly respected journals and publications. She has lived in London, New York, Palm Beach and Princeton. What she has not done — until now — is venture into the world of fiction. Her new novel, Charleston, brings her on to the literary scene in grand fashion as she offers a look both scholarly and personal at her beloved hometown.
A supreme and telling tale of two advertisements
By Charles A. Collins, Jr.
Shortly after moving to Texas in early 2001, I needed a couple of diplomas and my diaconal ordination certificate framed. After consulting with some friends in the area, they were nearly unanimous in their recommendation of where I should get the work done — a place that I’d not heard of in South Carolina, but about which people were effusive in praise. I’m speaking, of course, of Hobby Lobby, a store that has followed me as I returned to S.C. — and has been much in the news of late.
Summer jobs and adventures, Part III
Pluff Mud Chronicles
By David Farrow and Charles W. Waring III
Probably the best summer job I ever had was after my return to the College of Charleston in 1977 following a two-and-a-half year stint at George Washington University and a year out of school. One of my dearest friends was the late John Bennett. Sitting around the pool behind the Buntings on Lenwood during spring break, John — what one might call a noted attorney — suggested I start serving subpoenas for him. He had a ‘64 Chevy Impala, which he loaned me, and offered to pay me $5 for every one I served downtown, $10 for every bridge I crossed, $20 for North Charleston and $30 to go out to the rural hinterlands of Ladson, Goose Creek and Summerville.