Unifying gift

Thanksgiving is the day I really count my blessings. I have a roof over my head and food to eat. Many aren’t so lucky.

On Nov. 19, I was doing my Hanukkah and Christmas shopping and picked out some things that I needed for myself. I had the most embarrassing moment I have ever had. I was short $20. I apologized and told the clerk that I couldn’t buy certain things.

I then heard a lady say, “I’ll pay for this lady.” I hugged her and told her I would send her the money the end of the week when my check came in. She did not want to hear this.

I gave her my card then she handed me a card that read: “Share your life with Christ, we’ll share our love with you.” This lady’s name is Kathy Anderson, pastor of God’s House of Remnants.

Thank you, pastor, for what you did. You made me so very happy, and I’m so grateful to you. God will definitely bless you for this good deed right before Thanksgiving.

I go to churches and schools and teach people about many different things, mostly about tolerance.

I’m white. The pastor is African American. What a blessing to know that different races can be one.

Diny Adkins

Lake Hunter Circle

Mount Pleasant

‘Snazzy’ building

When I opened the paper recently my heart leaped to see a picture of the proposed Spaulding-Palozzi building. What a refreshing, snazzy building. We all treasure our old historical houses and other city buildings. However, there is a time to stretch forward.

Where to build it? Perhaps near The Citadel in Hampton Park. Or at the intersection of Albemarle Road and Folly Road. Or best of all, on Savannah Highway property that Clemson owns where the experimental farm exists.

Build it there and include six Italian cypress trees at each corner. What a classy sight. Motorists from Walterboro, Beaufort, Savannah and even Florida would say, “Wow! Charleston has beat us. They have come alive. What a classy building.”

Ruth B. Guy

North Shore Drive

James Island

Museum’s mission

You published a story on the Charleston Museum and the trajectory it’s on. I have objected to the exclusive focus on Charleston since the ’80s when it began. Here’s why.

When I was a kid, we went to the museum pretty often, probably at least once a month. It was cool to walk into the darkened entrance and see the bicycle with the huge front wheel before going through the turnstile to the museum. Once inside, we found a wonderful world of exciting things: the mummy, terrifying to a small kid but still fascinating, and cases of various skeletons and shrunken heads.

The exhibits opened my eyes to a world beyond Charleston and Summerville, where I spent my real life. There was an interactive display of the various “great fires” that had ravaged Charleston. Minerals were displayed in a black curtained cube. They would glow with different colors when you turned on a black light.

You never had enough time in the museum.

The hurricane and earthquake displays are interesting now, but only the most die-hard Charlestonphile could sustain an interest in the furniture, clothing and silver for more than one or two visits. I think the museum has abandoned the “mission” of every good museum: to educate its visitors about the world.

What if the British Museum, which our museum was modeled after, decided to focus on London and “de-access” all the things in the collection outside that mission? Our world would be a poorer place for it.

So, too, is it a poorer place for our citizens since our museum decided to take up navel-gazing.

Gloria B. Jenkins

Stonewood Drive


Clamagore on land

I find it interesting that a Patriots Point study says it would take $6 million to put the USS Clamagore on land, when it only took $1.7 million to put the USS Drum on land in Mobile, Ala., about 10 years ago.

Also it claims that drydocking and preparing the Clamagore to remain waterborne would cost $3 million when the last submarine in a similar condition, the USS Pampanito SS-283 in San Francisco, required less than $350,000 about six years ago.

I guess either work can be done more efficiently in Alabama and California, or Patriots Point got the results they wanted in the studies they paid for.

Jack Harden

RMC(SS), U.S. Navy (Retired)

Elderberry Circle

North Charleston

Giving thanks

Recently I found myself in Walgreens with my 100-year-old grandmother in a wheelchair and my daughter unconscious on the floor. Needless to say I was a little rattled.

Before I knew it, a total stranger with a cell phone called 911; an off-duty fireman appeared out of nowhere to check on my daughter and stayed with us till help arrived, at which point he disappeared; the pharmacist and other Walgreens employees came running and offered something soft to put under my daughter’s head.

Everything happened very fast. A kind lady helped me get my grandmother and wheelchair into the car; the EMTs reassured me everything was OK; someone helped me find my daughter when I became lost at the ER; my dear neighbor came to sit with my grandmother so I could be with my daughter.

Thank God my daughter is fine. We learned the hard way that you shouldn’t get a flu shot when you haven’t eaten all day.

We don’t know all of the people who helped us, but we want to thank each of them for being there when we needed them. Thank you.

And Happy Thanksgiving to all.

Vicki Miller

Meggett Quail Road


History at stake

Kudos to Robert Behre for his insightful Nov. 17 article, “History at stake in water election.” His keen grasp of journalistic excellence is evidenced by the subtitle, “Openly gay candidate challenging incumbent in runoff Tuesday.”

One can only admire Behre’s expertise in explaining the historic significance that an openly gay (not just closet gay) might actually have been elected to a public office in South Carolina.

Despite his craftsmanship in dealing with such a sensitive and important topic, I assume that Behre will appreciate constructive criticism, since equally crucial aspects of the candidates’ resumes were not as clearly presented.

The readership, no doubt, would have appreciated the candidate’s weight, height, God-given hair color, size of ears, athletic ability, religious affiliation, family pedigree, blood type and tongue rolling capability.

None of these factors could be considered discriminatory — well, at least, most are not. Future articles including a more exhaustive listing of crucially important personal attributes could provide the readership with criteria that would predict performance in the elected office.

Richard Smith

South Battery


A Stall High tribute

I went to R. B. Stall High School Nov. 15 to attend a memorial service for Austin Mulkerin, a young man and student at Stall who lost his lifelong battle to Hunter’s Syndrome. I worked with Austin when he was in elementary school and his first year of middle school. He touched my heart like no other.

The celebration of Austin’s life at Stall was by far the most beautiful memorial I have ever attended and was a true send-off to a student.

Principal Kim Wilson, teachers and friends, along with the administration and staff, the Junior ROTC & Honors Choir gave a beautiful send-off to Austin, aka Cookie Monster.

A surprise to me and a lovely bonus was Mr. Wilson presenting Austin’s parents with his high school diploma. This touched my heart with such love and joy that I wanted to share what a fine service the Stall High School community provided for Austin, his family and friends.

I feel certain that those lives that Austin touched over the years in the Charleston community are better for having met him and his family.

Stacy Adler Smith

Castle Hall Road

Mount Pleasant