What Do You Love About Beaufort?

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Come on, folks, tell us why you love this place! This is the digitized version of the "Memory Cards" project that hangs in the Three-Century office on Charles Street. Click on a thumbnail below to see a larger photo and read about your neighbors' enduring memories of life in Beaufort. Then, get in on the fun yourself by clicking here to upload your own mug shot and memory.

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Amy Bassett

Submitted by admin on Wed, 2010-01-13 17:15

Amy Bassett

I was born in Beaufort in 1953. I remember going into town every Saturday with my grandmother and my grand uncle Solomon, after they had sold vegetables door to door all over Beaufort and Port Royal. We would park in the old Piggly Wiggly parking lot on Port Republic Street, and I was free to explore while Grandmother shopped. My first stop was always the old library located on Craven and Carteret streets. I had to get my weekly supply of books, the things I loved most, next to food.

Uploaded: January 13, 2010

Anne Heyward

Submitted by admin on Wed, 2010-01-13 17:19

Anne Heyward

I grew up in Bluffton, but I have lived in Beaufort four times — as an infant, a 22-year-old beginning teacher, a divorcee raising three children and returned in 2000 as a retiree. I just keep coming back. Beaufort has been good to me and for me each time I have called it home.

Uploaded: January 13, 2010

Andy Holloway and Libby Holloway

Submitted by admin on Thu, 2010-01-14 11:52

Andy Holloway and Libby Holloway

Andy and I will always treasure time we've spent together on walks around Beaufort. We love trading stories, especially ghost stories.

Uploaded: January 14, 2010

Anne Woolfson

Submitted by admin on Thu, 2010-01-14 11:55

Anne Woolfson

Beaufort — for so long a prized jewel to be sought, conquered, then occupied with pride and pleasure. Now, no longer hidden treasure — a homeplace beckoning — once discovered, never forgotten.

Uploaded: January 14, 2010

Bernie Ragsdale

Submitted by admin on Thu, 2010-01-14 11:55

Bernie Ragsdale

My first experience in Beaufort was cold and wet. I had come down on spring break from college to see a girl (Mary, now my wife.) We had dated a couple of times, and she had invited me to go sailing. My god, I thought ... she's beautiful and rich ... she has a sailboat.

Uploaded: January 14, 2010