Septembers

Today I recalled a lovely day spent with Dad. These remembered days can be carbon copied as they happened for many years on the same Jewish holiday of Rosh Hashanah. When we were children and at synagogue for a good part of the day, Dad would take a break from praying and walk with us to the (old) Charleston Museum on Rutledge Avenue. Today the Old Charleston Museum is now a set of remains located on the corner of Rutledge and Calhoun. It includes a set of stairs and a few columns.




This photo was the only one I could find for now and it must be a side of the old building. I have photos of my father in front of the remains that I would like to place into my blog. The museum building burned in a fire in the early 1980s. There was, and perhaps still is, an artesian water well that ran strong for many years to the right of the building on the sidewalk. It was not until Hurricane Hugo occurred that the well stopped flowing.



Nonetheless, September was a great month. The air was clean and crisp. It was Rosh Hashanah and we wanted to purify ourselves so we took a walk out to the sunny outside and inhaled the clean pure air. I was wearing a nice dress, I was about 8 years old and I was holding my fathers hand. We would take a break walk around in the old Charleston Museum. The floor was wood with no polyurethane. It had a musty smell and it was full of wonderful curios: a shrunken pygmy head, a huge whale carcass that hung from the ceiling and there was even a real sphinx from Egypt. The sphinx of course intrigued us because of its weight.

I was mesmerized by the place. It was soooo old. I was very young and so fascinated by the past. I just absolutely loved anything antique.

The people that used the building were long gone but you could feel them there. The original use for the building was for some type of gathering, meeting and I will have to research that information and enter it into my blog.