This is going to sound strange, but I think I learned more about Carolina life on Shem Creek than I did anywhere else. When I was little Shem Creek was literally the only hot spot in Mount Pleasant and has always been the hub of what used to be a tiny little fisherman’s town. It’s a lot busier than it used to be but it’s still the creek.
When I was little our neighbor owned a charter fishing boat that sat between Mt. Pleasant Seafood and what was then Ronnie’s (now Water’s Edge). He’s got another boat down there now, but the original was the Miss Shell (named after his two girls, Missy and Shelly). We spent afternoons down on the dock watching the mates unload the catches from the day. On the 4th of July he would take us out through the harbor and up the Ashley to watch the fireworks from Brittlebank Park. We used to anchor up next to the Bonsai (another fishing boat) which was full of fun crazy people (partiers) who I seriously always thought were pirates (keep in mind I was 7/8/9 years old). Just thinking about that now makes me laugh and want to scream “BONSAI!!!”.
Can you believe that I actually learned how to country line dance on that creek too? Joe’s which was further down the creek closer to Magwood dock side had country line dance lessons at 7pm on Tuesdays. My Mom used to take us down there and we learned all the dances-“Achy Breaky Heart”, “Boot Scootin’ Boogie”, “Strokin”-which at 10/11 years of age the instructor told my Mom I had no business doing and tried to kick me off the dance floor but my Momma wasn’t havin’ that. She told that woman that I wasn’t leaving the dance floor because everyone else was following my feet. I believe if I remember correctly she also told that woman to kiss her you know what too, haha! I’m dying laughing as I’m writing this. We used to have a blast on that dance floor. Special thanks to my Momma for always letting me dance no matter what.
Speaking of my Momma we used to have this Mother’s Day tradition where we would go deep sea fishing on the Thunderstar every year, which used to be docked behind Mt. Pleasant Seafood back in the day. We had so much fun on that boat, probably a little too much as I got older. I almost won the pot once with a huge grouper I caught but just before the end of the day someone out fished me. My Mom tried to talk me into shoving a weight down my groupers mouth the whole ride back in, so I could win. Being like 13, I probably could have gotten away with it, but I was way too honest then. Still am.
There are so many other stories I could tell but I’ll save those for another time. I have a lot of Shem Creek memories. Everything from Daddy paying me $20 to eat an oyster at the old A.W. Shucks to thinking I was going to write a book at one point and I spent hours perched with Junior Magwood while he mended shrimp nets and answered my not so prepared interview questions. I wish I could find those notes now.
What are your memories of Shem Creek? If that Creek could talk I’m sure I’d get an ear full.
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Heather Derexson 843.303.2065 firstname.lastname@example.org