One morning we went crabbing. I think we went to Murrells Inlet. In the foreground is Mike McCarthy. To his left is Lib Furman. The crabs gave me the creeps and I wouldn't get in the water, much less get near one.
One morning we went crabbing. I think we went to Murrells Inlet. In the foreground is Mike McCarthy. To his left is Lib Furman. The crabs gave me the creeps and I wouldn't get in the water, much less get near one.
Sammy Furman, Anne Nickles, and Billy Mann are reclining on the bed in the girl's apartment. They have strange expressions on their faces because they are using the books to hide their cigarettes.
Jane Hulsey and Billy Man got into a shaving cream fight one night in the boy's apartment.
This was taken in front of the parking lot next to the Thomas Manor Apartments. At the front are Mike McCarthy and Anne Nickles. At the back are Mary Winton Hughes, Sammy Furman, and Billy Mann. If you can't see one of their hands, they are holding a cigarette.
Sammy Furman, Mary Winton Hughes, Anne Nickes, and Billy Mann with guilt on their faces. The hidden hands are holding cigarettes.
Billy Mann, Mary Winton Hughes, Anne Nickles, and Marshall Leach with guilt on their faces. The hidden hands are holding cigarettes.
Mary Winton with a guilty look holding a cigarette behind her back.
Mary Winton Hughes and Sammy Furman in the kitchen of the boy's apartment.
Mike McCarthy and Jane Hulsey at the kitchen table in one of the two apartments.
I snapped this picture of Anne Nickes on the beach. She was upset with me for trying to take her picture and was trying to run from the camera view. Sitting on the ball in front of her is Mildred Kelley who was in the other group.
Always the clown, Billy Mann is acting drunk while drinking a Coke in the boy's apartment. Mary Winton Hughes is standing at the left. I recognize my plaid swim trunks hanging on a coat hanger behind Billy. The refrigerator is a Coolerator, a brand that was probably defunct when we were at the beach.
Billy Mann at the kitchen table in the boy's apartment. Mary Winton Hughes is sitting to his left. Her face is hidden by his hands. I don't think I ever drank so much Coke as I did on this trip. We didn't dare drink the Myrtle Beach water because it tasted and smelled like it had been pumped from a swamp, which is probably where it came from. That was before bottled water was popular.
Jo Johnson soaks up some rays on the beach. Jo was with the other group.
Mary Winton Hughes in front of the Thomas Manor Apartments No. 3.
We are packing up to go home. I don't remember how many cars we were in, but this is Lib Furman's early '50s Plymouth. Standing at the rear is Mike McCarthy. I can't identify the others in the picture.
When we returned to Abbeville, I had several unexposed shots left on my Kodak camera. One very hot afternoon, I headed to the Little Rock Miniature Golf Course at the corner of E. Pinkney St. and Spring St. and took these pictures. The golf course was located behind Miss Jenny Allen's house where I attended kindergarden years before. It was owned by Lib Furman. Her husband Hubert owned The Rock drive-in restaurant directly across E. Pinkney St. That day, Jane Hulsey was working at the golf course and Marian Hagen was visiting Jane.
This is a shot of me on the course. White socks and loafers were the fad then.
This is a shot of Jane and Marian. You can see our '55 Plymouth parked on E. Pinkney St. and The Rock across the street. White sidewall tires were the fad then.
This is a shot of Jane on the course with another shot of my car behind her.
Marian is about to whack Jane with a club in this staged shot. I don't know who the kid is. It looks like he is holding a baseball glove. A front view of my car is on the left. Across the street, I can see another '55 Plymouth, a '56 DeSoto, and a '53 Chevrolet parked outside The Rock. In the background between Marian and the tree on the right is Nickles' Cleaners. It was run by Nook and Ovelle Nickles. Ovelle was my mother's first cousin. The lady who did alterations there was Mrs. Napier. When I worked part time at Belk Simpsons, I took men's pants to her to have them cuffed. She charged 35 cents.
Jane Hulsey at the 18th hole. The sign says, "Hole in one on the 18th wins free game." The balls that went into the 18th hole went through a pipe and fell into a bucket under a trap door in the floor of the operator's stand. Note the '55 Buick across the street at The Rock. It was probably bought from Ramey Motor Co., which was the Buick dealer in Abbeville. My guess is that it belonged to Gus Parthemos, the son of Steve Parthemos. Gus was a regular at The Rock and he always drove a nice Buick. Steve ran a really great cafe on the east side of the Abbeville Square named Steve's Cafe. When I was growing up, Steve was one of the friendliest merchants I remember in Abbeville. He always greeted customers with a smile and he knew everyone's name. I remember my father buying a pint of fresh oysters from Steve each Friday evening so that we could have oyster stew that night. I loved the stew with the butter floating between the little crackers sprinkled over the top, but I would never eat an oyster.
This was made in the driveway at our house later that afternoon after I returned from the golf course. Mrs. Fred D. West Sr.'s house is in the background across Greenville St. The picture is of the front of our four-door '55 Plymouth Belvedere V8 sedan with Powerflight automatic transmission. The shift lever for the transmission was on the dashboard, a feature that all Chrysler cars had that year. I thought that was neat. In '56, Chrysler replaced the lever with pushbuttons. The tag reads "DP32 771 South Carolina 56." Note the open hood vent at the base of the windshield. It was rare to find an air conditioned car back then. When it wasn't raining, everyone kept their hood vents open in the summer.
This is a picture of Gene and Ruth Howie on a horse in front of The Rock, directly across the street from where the golf course would later be. I do not know who made this picture, but it was made around 1950. The guy in the white cap is one of the curb boys.
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