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O Lord, our heavenly Father, we thank thee for all thy gifts so freely bestowed upon us. For life and health, for home and friends, for power to work and leisure to rest; for all that enriches thought, or ennobles character; for all that is beautiful in creation, or in the lives of men; we praise and magnify thy holy name. But above all, we thank thee for our spiritual mercies in Christ Jesus our Lord; for the gift of the Holy Spirit, for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. Fill our hearts with all joy and peace in believing, and help us to show forth thy praise not only with our lips but in our lives; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
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Voices of the Santee Delta: Oral history interview with Pat Ferris
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Title:Voices of the Santee Delta: Oral history interview with Pat Ferris
Interviewer:Raynor, Robert, 1951- Interviewee:Ferris, Pat Date:2015-11-06
Description:Pat Ferris was born in Greenwood Lake, NY, and lived in Virginia and New York until age nine when he moved to South Carolina. His grandmother had a modern house on South Island with electricity supplied by a generator. The family also had the old plantation house on Cat Island. His grandfather was William G. Ramsey, who worked for the DuPont Company. He became a senior engineer at DuPont, and his stock holdings became very valuable for the family. He came to South Carolina because of the Dupont’s interest in turpentine, and became aware of the excellent hunting opportunities. Living on Cat Island and South Island in his youth, Ferris felt it was “heaven”. He had a little dinghy he rowed around on Winyah Bay, and hunted ducks with a shotgun given to him at age 10 by his grandmother. She also gave him the job of killing snakes and alligators: the latter damaged the dikes. He received a nickel for each kill. Ferris learned to sail on a summer vacation to Nantucket Island. He and his brother would go along with a harbor pilot who guided ships into Georgetown. They signed on as cabin boys on a round trip from Brooklyn, NY, to Georgetown, SC, on the lumber schooner Annie C. Ross. Ferris also described a voyage with his brother and a friend in their teenage years in a catboat from Greenport, Long Island to South Carolina. Ferris went to boarding school, and would spend summers on South Island. Ferris attended the University of North Carolina (UNC) when WWII broke out, and he entered the Coast Guard. He patrolled first St. Helena Sound, and then off Charleston in private yachts. He helped a one-armed man pull a seine net on the edge of Winyah Bay. He knew Tom Yawkey, owner of the Boston Red Sox, and owner of the majority of Cat, South, and North Islands. He went on hunts with him on those properties and elsewhere. Cat Island Plantation continued to actively cultivate rice until 1941. With the damming of the Santee River by Santee Cooper, the influx of saltwater did considerable damage to the dikes, and the family received a $6000 settlement. Ferris described years of hunting on Cat island: deer, ducks, and turkeys. He described how Tom Yawkey set up the Yawkey Wildlife Center. Ferris returned to recounting his Coast Guard service, describing his transfer to the South Pacific after going through training at the Loran School. He was at Guam when the war ended, and returned to the US on the aircraft carrier Belleau Wood. He finished by telling a story when he and his brother were “bad boys’ during their childhood on Cat Island.
Collection:Voices of the Santee Delta Oral History Project
Contributing Institution:South Carolina Historical Society
Media Type:Oral Histories
Geographic Subject:Santee River Delta (S.C.), Santee River Region (S.C.)–History, Santee River Region (S.C.)–Social life and customs
S.C. County:Charleston County (S.C.), Georgetown
Internet Media Type:audio/mpeg
Digitization Specifications:Mp3 derivative audio created with Audacity software. Archival masters are wav files.
Copyright Status Statement:Copyright © South Carolina Historical Society.
Access Statement:All rights reserved.
Access Information:For more information contact the South Carolina Historical Society, Charleston, SC.
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Line by line
passes, encompassing the soul
in exuberant joy.
Changing life in fits and starts.
Turning, sweeping, leveling
like Autum wind,
Melding new and old
Creating a blinding image,
more beautiful and rare
than eyes like mine deserve.
in His infinite glory and faithfulness,
Pours out Grace upon Grace
Leaving me face down
in Wonder and Praise.
A young man, tall and strong-jawed born of a line of military genius, sarcastic and exuberantly witty, played in the Age of Aquarius. He haltingly tested his professors with his grasping mind and profane insubordination. As was meet and right in the eyes of all he questioned and disrespected he found himself in the uniform of a soldier.
He no longer played at board games with tiny men as his intellect now turned to the horrors of an unjust war. Profanity became his definition of life, death and insubordination a daily examination in existence. Humility swallowed up all traces of surface haughtiness with the degrading, unceasing cries and pain of children, mothers and comrades.
The strong-jawed man returned home diseased, wounded, angry, confused and carrying his own scars. In his consuming genius he grew to love, respect and master his enemy’s languages, customs, religions and gods. Buji-nin is a tag name he has gave himself, (-DT Suzuki would sometimes sign himself meaning “no special person”).
He is, after all a child of Aquarius-questioning, rebellious, prone to wander as were we all. No generation is like another. He is one shining star, proven hero and prophet of ours.
Still as fiercely humble, haughty and questioning, the strong-jawed, witty Buji-nin enriches my soul with his tales of a life lived fully, on the edge, out of the box sharing constant challenges of genius and profane sensibility. I wish you could know him.
A wounded warrior of the ages I am proud and honored to call friend-Buji-nin.
I have one of those silly Pinterest pages-you know, the one with boards. One of my boards is titled “Joy Is”. Most of it is filled with pictures of rooms I like, accessories, cute little grand- baby clothes and photos of places I would love to travel to.
This morning the first thing I found myself doing was digging in my piano bench until I found a book of Mendelssohn. I turned to a piece I haven’t played in years and gave it a go. Well, not so great. What happened as I was playing was I saw these images from my Joy board in my head and knew what my post would be today.
Music makes me who I am. It is a part of my soul. Every piece I have ever played since my first lesson in the 3rd grade. Moreover, each photo below is a part of me as well. The girl part of me loves shoes, daydreaming, writing the next great southern novel, lovely dresses, believing I could compose a sonata and returning to my days as a teenager-full of hope, my first boyfriend, identifying with songs on the radio and romantic woods in which to set up housekeeping.
After five decades of living I am still the same me. Young girls become brides, mothers, grand mothers and wives. In between we have careers/vocations/callings and grow ideals, set standards, gain wisdom, try and fail, sometimes we succeed, see the fruits and blessings of the years as well as the regrets.
Strong women keep on. We keep on being who we are. I do. I know no other way to live, to grow, to share, to be true to myself and those I love.
I have not lost that loving feeling. I still close my eyes when I kiss. I hope there is still tenderness in my touch, in all I do, say, think and dream about, write, in the music I play, in who I am.
Girl stuff grown to full bloom-Womanhood. It is so much wonder and fun.