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"My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
I grew up slowly beside the tides and marshes of Colleton; my arms were tawny and strong from working long days on the shrimp boat in the blazing South Carolina heat...
I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders. As a boy I was happy above the channels, navigating a small boat between the sand-bars with their quiet nation of oysters exposed on the brown flats at the low watermark. I knew every shrimper by name, and they knew me and sounded their horns when they passed me fishing in the river
To describe our growing up in the low country of South Carolina, I would have to take you to the marsh on a spring day, flush the great blue heron from its silent occupation, scatter marsh hens as we sink to our knees in mud, open you an oyster with a pocketknife and feed it to you from the shell and say, There. That taste. Thats the taste of my childhood. I would say, Breathe deeply, and you would breathe and remember that smell for the rest of your life, the bold, fecund aroma of the tidal marsh, exquisite and sensual. the smell of the South in heat. A smell like new milk, semen, and spilled wine, all perfumed with seawater. My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of in-drawn tides."
Be sure to read this with your best southern accent!
RIP Pat Conroy
Laurian
(2,593 posts)He was my favorite author and I somehow felt I knew him personally, although of course I didn't.
Cross gently, Pat.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)livetohike
(22,140 posts)His earliest books The Boo and The Water is Wide influenced me as a beginning teacher in South Carolina. His sister roomed with my best friend while they were at Winthrop. I finally met him in the mid 90's.
Thank you Pat. Rest in peace 😥.
monicaangela
(1,508 posts)So many great artist and poets are leaving us. I will never forget the first time I read Prince of Tides...just couldn't put it down, at that time I was less interest in the author, just enamored with the magic he brought to my afternoons when I had an opportunity to still away and read.
Rest in peace old Friend, and yes I say old friend, because anyone whose thoughts and words have meant so much in my life I consider a friend. Condolences to the friends and family of this excellent author, may he Rest in Peace.
HeartoftheMidwest
(309 posts)LiberalLoner
(9,761 posts)His book "The Great Santini" spoke such truth about the lives of those of us who grew up as military brats during the 50s and 60s. Thank you for telling our story, Pat Conroy. May you find the highest place of honor in heaven and more happiness than I can even imagine.