Annelore Harrell, Bluffton Today

Annelore Harrell

Bluffton Today

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Past articles by Annelore:

Harrell: Brothers in spirit on the gridiron

BLITZ: a sudden, energetic and concentrated effort, i.e., the high school all-star Blitz Border Bowl, a fundraiser for the Ronald McDonald House.On a chilly Saturday noontime in January that had us thinking long johns and hot chocolate, a thundering herd of young men, about 80 strong, one team uniformed in red, the other in blue, came running onto Memorial Stadium's playing field in Savannah to… → Read More

Harrell: Here in the Lowcountry, camellias are tough

Robbie, my next-door neighbor, brought me three beautiful white camellias. She said they had opened up practically overnight in a bush by her front door. → Read More

Harrell: What in the world am I going to cook?

It's my turn to have book club. There are 12 of us, one member for each month of the year, and we meet the second Thursday, so that's what we named our → Read More

Harrell: Remembering this year's Bridge Bowl

Annelore's column Bridge Bowl 993-30 for 09.27.17Friday night in September, time for that all-American sport Football and we were going big. The Seahawks → Read More

Harrell: Thinking about my first bed

For no reason whatsoever, I got to thinking the other day about how beds have changed through the years. And I thought about my first bed. Not the fancied-up bassinet with its ruffled organdy skirt that I was much too young to remember, or the oversized wooden crib painted a soft cream that took up a corner of my parents’ bedroom, but the bed that was my very own, a nest that could become a… → Read More

Harrell: Playing tourist in your hometown

Sister-in-law Lib phoned early one morning last week. “Let’s go mosey around Savannah,” she said.“Pick me up,” I said. → Read More

Harrrell: A spray of delicate azaleas

Somehow, it registered. The azaleas in the vase on the coffee table were different, not your usual lusty Formosa. The spray of delicate miniature blooms → Read More

Harrell: How binge-watching begins

They call it binging. It's new, came in with the advent of Netflix and Hulu and Amazon Prime.To binge-watch television is pure addiction, as in trying to → Read More

The year’s best oyster roast

If you live in the Lowcountry, there are some things you just gotta do. → Read More

Then came the cold

My bad. My fault. Goodness, gracious, how could I have been so absolutely dumb, so totally unaware of the why? Not for a day, but for over a month? → Read More

Poetry, passion and pathos

Right above the usual death notices in a local newspaper was one of those generic obituaries kept on file for celebrities. → Read More

Think love in the new year

Five days until 2018. → Read More

An exciting game between rivals

The first Friday in December was a long day, a very long day. → Read More

Remembering a December wedding

December, that month with an overload of emotion. We anticipate, we celebrate and we build memories to enjoy as life goes on. → Read More

Church has prominent place in Bluffton’s history

At half past five, it was almost dark. The reception was already underway and I took the one free parking space in front of the Bluffton cultural arts center on Boundary Street. → Read More

Happy campers at Fort McAllister

In 1969, I bought my first tent and almost lost my religion trying to get that canvas and all those metal poles to do whatever it was they were supposed to do. → Read More

Fall flowers on the road

They must have a botanical name, but I don’t know what it is. To me, they are those masses of yellow flowers that bloom madly in the fall, that always brought a smile to my friend Carolyn’s face. → Read More

A casual convoy to Frampton Plantation

For more years than I care to remember, we have driven past Frampton Plantation House and never knew it was there. Even when there was a sign saying visitors center, we didn’t slow down to see what that was all about. → Read More

Early days on Myrtle Island

That’s it. All gone. The last bit of maritime forest in Mrs. Ming’s bird sanctuary is cleared. We can see all the way from the road to the marsh and the river beyond. → Read More

Harrell: Painful memories

It’s been 16 years since first one and then another plane smashed into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center on lower Manhattan’s riverfront. → Read More