The People of Georgetown
I had lunch with Carol Jayroe. We went to Deborah’s Kitchen over on South Island Road. Lord, that fried chicken is so good. It makes Colonel Sanders turn over in his grave. We had a good time, too. For those that do not know, Carol is running for mayor, as well she should be. I’ve wanted her to run for years and in doing so, she would be our first woman mayor (#firstladymayor).
We talked for a long while about different things… kids, neighborhood, old mutual friends, and so forth. Her husband Edwin would often stop at my father-in-law’s Maryville Shell Station on the way home from work. Indeed, many of the men did.
Carol grew up in Maryville Pines and has lived there her whole life. “I lived next door to my mama,” she said with a laugh. “I grew up, got married, and moved next door.”
There are a lot of us that remember her from when she was a banker and then later owning her own real estate business. She still does real estate but she’s since sold her company. In fact, a lot of the diners in Deborah’s knew her and greeted her warmly.
Deborah came over and talked with us for about 15 minutes, as well. Apparently, Carol and some of the other candidates are having a perliu dinner on the 19th at the Maryville Society Hall. It is in support of the Maryville Neighborhood Watch groups.
“I love the Facebook page that’s up for Maryville warning people about what’s going on around their neighborhoods.” I know what she’s talking about… I’m on that page too.
Although we did speak about her mayoral run, we spent most of our time just visiting and eating fried chicken. She’s very excited about the prospect of becoming the mayor. She wants to see our humble little abode thrive and excel instead of the financial dire straights we’re facing now and I agree.
Meanwhile, thank you for lunch, Carol – we’ll have to do it again soon. Until then, I’ll wait and just see you at the Maryville Social dinner.
Savannah & Zach Lewis
While visiting an old friend of mine, Eleanor Lewis,we started talking about the accident at the Pennyroyal Hunting Club where two of her great-grandchildren were involved (Savannah & Zach Lewis, II). She told me an amazing story. It was so amazing that I thought about it for several days before deciding to contact the children’s dad, Zach Lewis (Sr.).
I repeated the story to him as it was told to me. “It’s true,” he said. “That’s what happened.”
So what happened you ask?
After the accident occurred and everyone (but the driver) had been thrown from the vehicle in the accident that occurred at the Pennyroyal Hunting Club, Savannah 13, found her brother Zach 12, unconscious. She began CPR on him, virtually saving her little brother’s life.
“First, we moved the roof (of the vehicle) off of Zach’s head and then I noticed he wasn’t breathing right,” Savannah said of the incident.
“How did you know how to do CPR?” I asked, fascinated.
Savannah looked at her dad and answered, “My dad. I was a wreck that night, too.”
For the record, Zach Sr. is a trained EMT. He’s been doing it for so long that I can’t even remember how long he’s been doing it.
What I found amazing was, as long as I’ve been in the medical profession, I’ve known people (in the medical profession) who do not know how to do CPR and yet, this 13 year-old young lady was able to revive her brother using it. Truly amazing!
“I don’t remember anything,” Zach said of the accident. “I remember vague things that happened during the day… like a picture we took, or something like that.”
Zach Sr. explained that Little Zach had a severe concussion. “The doctors say that it will take him a long while to recover and will likely never remember the accident at all.”
“Your dad taught you?” I asked, leading back to the incident.
“Yes, we learned from him how to do it. I guess, I just grew up with it and even though I wasn’t too sure what to do, it just kind of kicked in and I did it.” Savannah went on to clarify, “I didn’t do mouth-to-mouth, though, I only did chest compressions. I was sore too by the time we got to the hospital. My back, legs, and arms ached so bad.”
Zach still says, “I don’t remember any of it, but the doctor said I was a walking miracle.”
I sort of smiled to myself. Indeed, he is.
Curiously, I asked, “Has it changed your relationship with each other? I ask because something as traumatic as this often changes people.”
“I think it’s brought us closer together,” Savannah answered.
Zach nodded and then added, “We are closer now, and we talk more than we did before.”
Dad included, “It brought them closer to the church, too… especially Zach.”
A thought occurred to me. “Did you have a life or death experience? Did you see anything like angels or something?”
“No. I don’t remember anything,” Zach said, shaking his head.
(Poor child. How many times does he have to tell me before I get it?) At this point, we were all kind of snickering. I was going to have to make an effort to word my questions carefully so as not to force him to repeat himself again.
“What about your future goals? Has that changed any?” I asked of Savannah, first.
"Well, I wanted to be a doctor before all this, but after everything that’s happened, and everything that I saw, I just don’t think I want to do that now.”
Her dad and I tried to explain to her that this was a very emotional event that involved herself, and likewise, her little brother. It’s a different situation when we grow up and care for different people, although I could see on her face, she wasn’t so sure about that and was really questioning our opinion.
“What about you, Zach? Did it change your goals?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “I can’t remember what I wanted to do before, as far as a career goes, but now, I want to be…,” he hesitated and turned to his dad. “What’s it called where you work on trucks and machines; the big ones?”
“A diesel mechanic,” Zack Sr. answered. To me, “Just to be clear, he wants to do that now when he gets older.”
As we were wrapping things up, I asked, “Is there anything either one of you want to say, or add?”
“Not really,” Savannah answered, looking to her brother for confirmation. Zach shrugged, but she went on, “We’re just glad to be able to talk about it. I was such a wreck afterwards (Zach: I don’t remember anything that happened). Everyone was losing it at the site of the accident and I felt like I had to stay calm. And then at the hospital… It was just hard to do.”
Well, kudos to Little Zach for staying strong before, during, and after his recovery. It’s not an easy feat.
A special nod to Savannah Lewis, who in the midst of tragedy, held it together and stabilized, not just the situation, but her brother as well. She is certainly the heroine of Georgetown for years to come.
While everyone is thankful and amazed at Savannah’s life-saving actions, thoughts and prayers continue for the family of 13-year-old Claire Walker who was tragically killed in the accident. Please continue to uplift this family in prayer.
I spoke with Shynetta Bromell about her recently acquired title of Teen Miss Charleston. She’s Georgetown’s very own beauty queen and if you have seen her picture, you know that she is truly a beauty.
Shynetta grew up in the Choppee area and has lived in Georgetown all of her 18 years. She’s just recently started doing pageants which is unusual because most contestants have been doing them for many years building a name for themselves. I’m quite impressed that she won her first one.
She also competed in Miss Little Sweetheart which she won there. After that, Shynetta wants to go on to compete in the South Carolina State competition: she’s waiting on getting into the new system they’ve started.
When she’s not doing pageants she’s managing her own business. From my impression, I think its an online business because it has a website. The site is called, Shy’s Boutique and she sells make-up, cosmetics and some jewelry. She’s quite the little entrepreneur.
I mentioned that she’s probably tired of being asked and likely to think it’s belittling her, but I didn’t know how to ask any other way: what did she want to do with her life? Most people would say, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
She laughed a little and said, she’d like to be an EMT and work on people. “I really enjoy caring for others and I think that fits in,” she said of her ambition.
“What do you do currently?” I asked.
“Currently, I work in a nursing home in the activities department. I love it,” she gushed. “I love seeing them and I think they enjoy seeing me, too, when I come in because their faces light up and they smile. I just love working… I know it’s odd for a teenager to say they want to work but that’s what I want to do.”
Well, I for one will be rooting for her at the state competition. Shynetta is exceptionally beautiful, and from what I could tell, she’s beautiful from the inside-out. I think she’s got a good shot at the title.
Thank you for speaking with me Shynetta and very good luck in the pageant.
I do enjoy writing about Georgetown: the people and the places and Eve Knowlin is no different. Try as she might – and she did not try – she could not escape me.
I love Eve’s Caribbean Soul Food. A couple of years ago some people (from NC) told me about this place. It used to be over in the plaza where Little Caesars was, but she’s since moved (how’d NC know it was there and not me?). I say used to because she’s now on South Fraser across from the Steel Mill; you can’t miss it.
Eva Knowlin has been cooking for over 25 years and is continuing to live her dream of owning her own kitchen.
“I retired in 2017 as a Hospice aid,” she said when I sat down to talk to her. “I also ran Eve’s Southern Diner on Highway 41 in Andrews. Now, I’m here.”
I love her BBQ ribs and the cornbread…. O-M-G! Makes you want to go home and smack your mama! I’m not much of a cornbread eater, but holy corn stalks, I have to have hers every time I go in there.
The stewed turkey wings look pretty amazing when I’m in there. I remember my own mother making ox tails, and although, I’ve not tried Eve’s yet, I bet they will be better than my mom’s. Mother was not much for cooking so I’m sure she did not put her heart and soul into her meals like Eve does.
I’m scared to try the goat. She’s also got curry shrimp and snapper (escovitch fish), but I’m not much for fish and seafood. Rest assured, the fried chicken is delicious and as far as I’m concerned it all goes great with any one of her sides… my favorite is potato salad.
Since being in her new location across from the Steel Mill, Eve says she’s been very happy, very busy, and she loves every minute of it.
If you want a delicious and flavor-able lunch (or dinner) stop in. I do hope to see some of you there. Thank you Eve for bringing such a variety of great tasting foods to our humble little town.
Larry Green Jr., of Georgetown, has had family members in the military dating back to the 1800s, so I went to visit with him. We talked about his family and how it pertains to Memorial day along with this thoughts on this special day.
I said to him that the editor for GAB News, Scott Harper, has a pet peeve about people saying, “Happy Memorial Day,” and asked what his thoughts on it were.
“There’s nothing happy about it,” he said of the phrase. “People died… gave the ultimate sacrifice… family’s lost their loved ones who fought to preserve our freedoms and our God-given rights, so forgive me if I don’t find happiness in it. It’s a day of remembrance to those that gave so much to us.”
Larry was born into the military. In fact, he was born in an Army hospital atIreland Army Hospital, Fort Knox, Kentucky. He, himself, was not able to join the military because he’d broken his legs and was not able to join. His brother and uncle were in the military and his sons plan on joining the service, as well.
Larry’s great-grandfather was an Irishman. He was a child coming to America and grew up to fight in World War I as a man. He retired in 1918 as a Major. His grandfather (Darr)served on the USS Dominican Republic,while his Uncle Roger fought at Hamburger Hill (You may remember the movie). He was in the 101st Air Born and his brother, Chris, was a Navy Seal.
However, it was Larry’s father, Larry Green Sr., whom he spoke the most to. He has many of his father’s personal affects and pictures of him scattered about in a collage paying homage to his childhood hero. He’s very proud of his father, indeed, his entire military family, and has a great respect for military personnel, even keeping in touch with his father’s war brothers.
Larry Sr. had a Woobie, which is a military blanket given to many soldiers in place of sleeping bags, especially to those that served in the Vietnam Conflict. He had the Woobie made into a jacket, which was the custom of many soldiers who served. Larry Jr. still has it – it’s matted and framed for preservation.
His father was a Sargent in the Army and fought in the war. Larry spoke with pride as he continued, “We went to Maine for a while where he ended up joining the Reserves and while in the Reserves, we went to Washington DC where he worked as a police officer. He was a highly decorated officer, too. Later, here in Georgetown, my father was on the police force. The late Sheriff Lane Cribb was good friends with my dad, and the current one, Carter Weaver, likewise remembers my dad, too.” Larry Sr., retired as a Lt. Colonel from the 11th Armory Calvary before his passing in 2014.
Larry is a firm believer that you respect your military and the police. You stand for the American Flag, and you stand and place your hand over your heart for the National Anthem. “There are too many people – too much blood shed, not to respect it. These people gave their all and you should remember that the next time you take a knee. People died to give you the right to do that.”
I agree with my interviewee: these men and women are our warriors, our guardians of freedom, and our heroes. With respect, I honor each and every one of our fallen brothers and sisters this Memorial Day and thereafter. Thank you, Larry Green Jr., for lending me your time and sharing your family history with me. It was a delightful pleasure.
Here is a little guide to help you understand when you see money or change left on a tombstone in a military cemetery:
A penny: you visited. You have no relationship with the soldier, but you were there as a guest to honor their services.
A nickle: you trained together at a boot camp somewhere.
A dime: you served with the deceased in some capacity.
A quarter: you were there with the person when they died.