Annelore Harrell
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Past articles by Annelore:
Harrell: Fort Pulaski, an extraordinary place
Fort Pulaski was closed for a number of years, storm damage to be repaired and then COVID came along. → Read More
Harrell: Elsa, you were a pain in the neck
First it was a tropical depression off the coast of Africa, then a tropical storm that couldn't make up its mind whether to make trouble or not. → Read More
Harrell: A living church on the water
If you came to Bluffton expecting to find the ubiquitous courthouse square that centers so many Southern towns, forget it. → Read More
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