The Jeep was used to roads like this, but Mrs. Brumley’s
pencil was not. With every bounce of the vehicle’s tires, a
corresponding skid-mark would appear on Blanche’s notepad.
“Can we drive a little slower?” Blanche suggested. The girls
laughed.
When we arrived at Kiawah, we went
straight to our house—it’s perfect!—and
the beach ... 11 miles of beach ... Absolutely
magnificent!
The Brumleys stayed at their house on Kiawah for a whole
week, and for every day of that week, Blanche would add to
her journal, creating a diary that would not only reflect her
time there, but would conjure up the history, geology and
biology of the Island since it was first formed. Laced with
little, informative drawings, Blanche’s diary is a charming
reminder of the way it was, at Kiawah, 40 years ago—and, for
the most part, still is, today.
For Blanche Brumley and her three daughters, Jane, Leigh
and Kate, this was vacation. As for Frank, he was mixing
business with pleasure, since he was vice president and
general manager of the Kiawah Beach Company.
Has it always been this
magnificent? No, -— we
found out later. Once upon
a time the Kiawah beach
hardly existed. Apparently,
it all has to do with
geomorphology ...
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