Below is a post from 2005. It was mentioned in Fred’s memorial service today so I reposted it. But, I suggest that you look at the comments at the bottom of the original post for some of the best insights and memories of Fred from his friends. Rest in peace, Fred. You were loved greatly.

slowly she turned

My cousin owns a beautiful place on Lake Waccamaw, where a house that my grandfather built in 1952 stands next to a sandy beach under bald cypresses. Across the road from the house is a canal where alligators swim and sweet bays grow wild.

Lake Waccamaw is a natural lake with some species that don’t exist anywhere else in the world. Its origin, along with the other smaller Carolina Bay lakes, has been a subject of much research and speculation. The theory that the lakes are fed by artisian springs makes a lot of sense to me, since this property boasts one of the few artisian wells on Lake Waccamaw. The water rises through an old pipe and is icy cold and clear.

Thank God the alligators don’t seem to have any interest in the lake. That’s probably because it is sandy and clear (at least in front of…

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