Since I crawling on my knees I always felt something spiritual about Lake Waccamaw. Oh, I grieve missing the days when I opened the side door, it opened to steps that went into the water. I would sit there for hours just watching the lake turn colors or cloud reflections. In the 60s where the boat club is and gazebo was Roy Duncans Place. My mothers ancestors came from Crusoe Island area and Marley name with ancestry to the Waccamaw People of the Fallen Star.. My fathers side were Wards with links to Lumbee. They say there is evidence of natives around the lake for thousands of years. There are small artifacts and one boat about 300 years old. I think with pride for several thousand years our people lived with the Land...and hardly there is nothing left for all was made natural and respect to the land. And then I look around our country for the last 275 years and see it covered with pavement, wired and lit, cut down, our animals of the land dying for no safe havens or forests. Can you imagine an America without paved highways, telephone poles, automobiles, cell phones? Doesnt that sound like an Eden, a paradise only to be dreamt about.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 22:55:13 +0000
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