It always makes me smile when I see a book like Down Bohicket Road sitting on the shelf in the library. I can’t resist checking those out. Even though they make me homesick. Even though they make me question why I am adamantly opposed to moving back to Charleston when we leave here.
How about we compromise — someone buy me a Karen Whyte painting. Preferably one of Freda in a church hat…. but really, I’m not all that picky. Anything from Bohicket Road would do.
Sigh.
I particularly liked this book because not only were there paintings, there were stories. And the artist was honest about the racism she grew up with — and carried with her when she moved to Johns Island.
And, just for fun… you can “drive” down Bohicket Road, if you like…. it’s not the same as being there but…
I did. Drive down Bohicket rd. and it made me homesick. But I don’t want to live in charleston again either. I don’t think. Maybe I would…