Sunday, March 14, 2010

Good times have no boundaries

Went foxhunting in the "Low Country" of South Carolina yesterday. Saw alligators, cranes, an armadillo, but no foxes! The hunt was on a rice plantation and we rode along the edge of a marsh, under towering oaks draped with Spanish moss. Airey Hall Plantation is beautiful and the hospitality was outstanding.

With riders in scarlet and black coats, horses shined to their brightest, and hounds weaving in and out of tall grass, it felt like stepping back in time. What kept hitting me were thoughts of the people who'd come before, the ones who lived in the big houses and the ones who worked in the fields, the different perspectives they would have of the sight.

Today was for equals. The hunt was led by two gentlemen, professional huntsmen, one a Master of the Green Creek Hounds. They are black men and I never really think of that, but here on this very Southern land, I did. It made me happy to know that everyone there enjoyed following the lead of these two men, in this most Southern area. I consider one of them a dear friend and he was where he deserved to be. Good fellowship and good times had no boundaries. Maybe, just maybe, Americans are realizing we are all created equal.


Anonymous said...

Not just Americans,everyone no matter where they live should treat others the way they wish to be treated themselves.
Liked the contrast between the past and present, nicely done.

DeborahB said...

Thanks, Gillian! And, I agree the whole world needs to think before they act.

J.C. Towler said...

Glad you're back on the horse again, Deborah.


DeborahB said...

Thanks, John. It feels good, real good to be riding.