Jennifer Berry Hawes is among your finest staff writers. Her Sept. 22 article about Bernard Warshaw and his experiences during World War II, evoked strong emotions in my dad as I read it to him.
Words are powerful. Words are often put to their highest use when they transport us to other times and places, into other people’s shoes to get a glimpse from their perspectives.
My dad is the same age as Mr. Warshaw, and was able to recall some of the same events as we discussed the article in depth. My dad nodded and smiled during some parts, and wept at others, but by the article’s conclusion he felt a kinship with its hero and a relevant reconnection to events from his distant past.
The time I have with him is limited, but the hour we spent on Sunday poring over Ms. Hawes’ article was among the most powerful we have had in quite some time.
Thank you from both of us for such top quality writing.
Lauri Adler Bailey
River Breeze Drive
We were glad to see that our Christian brothers and sisters got coverage for their Sunday revival on Page 3 of The Post and Courier on Sept. 23. Another event took place Sept. 22 involving 12 religious and non-religious wisdom traditions. It was called “A Cup of Peace.”
There were 200 people in attendance at Physicians Auditorium. The speakers spoke of the following: how to come together and not allow religion and beliefs to divide us, how compassion leads to peace, how seeking justice brings about peace, how to accept differences respectfully, and more.
There were songs sung by artists, including “What’s So Funny About Peace, Love and Understanding?” and “We Are the World.” There were videos about the world’s children and an Arab-Jewish peace song. There was a lecture beforehand on interfaith relations, followed by Dances for Universal Peace.
It is quite amazing that such hugely diverse traditions not only came together, but they wanted to come together to drop the barriers and walls that divide us ideologically.
We were small but we were powerful.
Rev. Ed Kosak
Coastal Interfaith Community
A young lady on the front page of the Sept. 20 Post and Courier said she would be a big supporter of anything to beautify the area.
I would suggest that she, and the other young people that I see everywhere, look up and view all the beauty that is around them. All of the young people I see are looking at something in their hands.
It’s been about 40 years since Mendel Rivers Sr. died, yet we haven’t done anything to really remember him.
We have a few reminders of him, one in particular, the Rivers Library in North Charleston. There is a bust of him in front of it.
One of the biggest reminders today is the city of Goose Creek. You see, if he hadn’t put the missile base there, Goose Creek wouldn’t be there either.
He called the people in the military “my boys,” and you didn’t mess with them. Had he been alive during the BRAC hearings, Charleston Navy Shipyard would never have closed. He would have said, “You can put CNSY on any closure list you want, but when the smoke clears CNSY will still be up and running.”
He would also have been marching from the shipyard to the coliseum with the rest of us instead of conveniently being snowed in up north and sending his aides to answer questions from us.
Fritz Hollings didn’t do anything to try to keep CNSY open. Arthur Ravenel didn’t do anything to help CNSY stay open either, yet a bridge is named after him.
Let’s try to really remember the one person that did more for Charleston than the two mentioned above — Mendel Rivers.
Joseph Ohorodnyk Sr.
My sister visited me recently and together we watched the egrets descend upon the marsh bordering the Stono River. A thunderstorm had just ended, bringing out the egrets en masse.
I guess the feeding is especially good on the marsh after a storm. There were quite a lot of them, poking and bobbing for whatever it is that they feed upon.
After an hour they stopped feeding and slowly gathered at one spot. It took a while for the very last one to join the group. They stayed together, not moving for some time, almost in a circle.
Were they giving thanks for the meal? Or, perhaps discussing what was next on the agenda? Or, whose turn it was to be the big boss?
Quite suddenly the crowd of egrets rose in near-perfect symmetry as if by signal and flew off, leaving us wishing we could be an egret for a day.
Stono Edge Drive
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