While Matthew was creeping up the east coast, I along with my Seaside Farms neighbors were in our yards bringing in our flags, potted plants, door wreaths, etc. During those days there was fellowship. Neighbors were exchanging ideas about how to handle hurricane preparedness plus expressing strong opinions about their distrust of media and government officials. I also learned who was around during Hugo and their experiences. While listening to them, I was good to stay and “ride it out.” But, two things happened, 1) A stranger knocked on my door late Thursday night and asked if her daughter was in my house. I responded, “What?!” and she turned and ran down the street. I then saw on the news that people in the Mt. Pleasant area were reporting similar occurrences. So I called the police and God Bless them, they said they would put Seaside Farms on their patrol route. 2) Friday morning, Governor Haley reported Matthew was moving closer to our shore, the storm surge had been raised and the category had been raised from 1 to 2. It took me 30 minutes to pack and get on the road to Charlotte where my son and his family lives.
So for the next two days, I played numerous card games, cooked chili and jalapeño poppers, taught my 8-year-old granddaughter how to sew a purse, stayed up too late with my son and daughter-in-law, drank too much, laughed too much. As my husband and I were cleaning up our yard yesterday, I had a feeling of gratitude that I live in a community that is elevated well above sea level, plus I had a warm and welcoming place to go for two days.