Having arrived in "Beautiful Beaufort" in the early morning hours of September 1950, I can't say that I remember much about the old Beaufort Memorial Hospital, the wooden one. But there are plenty of memories from my chidhood growing up on Lafayette Street. The city dump, where the baseball complex now sits. Uncle Ben and his mule drawn wagon selling collards and other vegatables or how about the "fog" machine, an old Willis Jeep, that the city used to spray for mosquitos? The Woodward Apartments, where the Pigeon Point Park now sits and even the Legion Hut on the corner of Laudonaire St. The more I sit, the more the memories come flooding back. But that's what I love most about Beaufort. It has given me a lifetime of memories and has become so much a part of me that the boy/man/town cannot be separated. We are one in the same and I am blessed.