His hounds, known as Midland foxhounds, are never sold. “I give a lot away,” he says. “We start a lot of packs. I’m real proud that there are about 15-20 packs of hounds that have 90 percent Midland blood in them. Packs that were started by people that believe in me and my breeding program and my hounds.”
Peter Winants, a retired writer for the weekly Chronicle of the Horse, calls Hardaway’s hounds “hunting machines.” Winants, who lives in the prime hunt country of Middleburg, Va., has hunted many times with Hardaway. He remembers when Hardaway brought his dogs to Virginia for a major foxhunting trial -- a recreation of a showdown between a pack of English dogs and American dogs. For this trial, the Midland foxhounds were pitted against the Piedmont hounds for a five-day trial.
“The Piedmont Hunt has been around since 1840. They were considered to be some of the best dogs in the country. Stocky, bred for running open fields, they were all the uniform tricolor like the English foxhounds you see in pictures.”
Hardaway’s skinny, coats-of-many- colors hounds, bred for the pine forests and underbrush of South Georgia, stood out like rubes at the cotillion.
“But boy, could they hunt. They beat all the Piedmont hounds, they beat every hound on the field.” Hardaway is pleased that his hounds are known all over the country and even in England. “That’s been a real ego trip for me, to have English breeders import my hounds. After all, they are the foxhound people. They hated to admit it, but my dogs have a better nose and a better cry and they just do the job better.”
Ann Hughston, of Columbus, has been foxhunting with Hardaway and his hounds since she was 10. “A bunch of us started riding ponies as kids and then as we got older moved up to the hunt. You can go into any hound situation anywhere in the world and say ‘I hunt with Ben Hardaway’ and doors will open for you,’” she said. “Everybody knows him. You have instant friends.’’ Hardaway is at ease with everyone, she added. “He can have lunch with Prince Charles one day and the next day be talking to someone who doesn’t have two nickels to rub together. It doesn’t matter to him.”
Hughston, who breeds Bassett hounds, credits Hardaway with an intuitive sense of what makes a good dog. “I can look at 6-8-week-old puppies and to me they don’t look like anything but puppies.”
But, she says, Hardaway will look at the puppies “and say ‘I like that one and this one looks good’ and sure enough, every time, those will be the ones that turn out to be the best. He sees something that no one else does. And to him it’s so clear. It’s a gift he was born with and he’s pursued it.”
The piece above was written when Ben Hardaway was 77 - 22 years ago. He was an extraordinary individual, both as a horseman and someone who could bind a great deal of land together with different individuals to make a vibrant hunt. It has been said that it takes about 30,000 acres of continuous joined together land to make a proper hunt. The photographs above and below were from a Garden & Gun shoot and article in 2007 with Andy Anderson and written by Hunter Kennedy.
Winsome, Derby, Racy, Stringer, Churchill, Reckless, Moonshine, Freezer, Rocket, Lavish, Maple, Liege, Turk, Madam, Tuner, Neptune, Bellman, Indian, Crystal, Ghost, Krypton, Elvis, Rally, Luck, Mostyn, Nip, Polly, Able, Nectar, Glider, Cutesy, Rucksack and Steamboat are but a few of the many names. Ben Hardaway seemed to know them all individually.
We usually refer to the sound of hounds running in full cry as music. I am the conductor of my pack and it is usually up to me to breed, cull and draft hounds so that I can bring into the field the best possible orchestration of hunting hounds. All my years of work in breeding and developing my pack have been dedicated to the singular goal of providing excitement, fulfillment and inspiration to the hunter of foxes. Unless you have personally experienced the thrilling cry and execution of a pack of hounds close on a red fox... it's hard to describe to you just what a sensation it is... In full cry your nerves will tingle with intoxicated delight. Peter Beckford came the closest: "It is like trying to pen a whisper." - Benjamin H. Hardaway, III
The photographer for Ben Hardaway was Andy Anderson. from Ketchum, Idaho. Recently, Yeti and Orvis featured him in one of their 2017 tribute videos simply called Andy. You can view the short video below by clicking on the link.
furnished simply and had a piano. The brothers had just composed and written Summertime with folly beach as the backdrop. Movie stars, artists and great writers live, hide out and enjoy living in and visiting Charleston.
View magazine first launched in Charleston in 1985 with a small office at 27 State Street, in the French Quarter. It soon moved to the City Marina until Hurricane Hugo arrived and swept it all away until now in the Winter of 2018. What you will see here is the digital rebirth of View, with the same Editor in Chief / Publisher and the same great content, style, writers and photographers. The sea town still has her charm and grace as she moves further into the 21st Century. As Pat Conroy wrote when he was still with us, "I carry the delicate porcelain beauty of Charleston like the hinged shell of some soft-tissued mollusk. My soul is peninsula-shaped and sun-hardened and river-swollen." Pat gave us all an anchor in the meaning of time and how quickly it moves past us now that he is gone.
Also within this Portal to Charleston is Charleston Traveler. It launched 22 years ago in 1996. It was a web site as well as a printed guide, published by Wilson Hill Publishing. Charleston Traveler enjoyed 98,000 unique visitors a day until 2004 when John Wilson and Pierre Manigault created Garden & Gun magazine that launched in 2007. G&G just happened to be conceived and engineered at Dubose Heyward's house at 190 Tradd Street where he lived as a child. In the Spring View, Vic Brandt will write a portrait of Alfred Hutty who happened to live up the block on Tradd Street in his carriage house studio home.
The Gershwin brothers with DuBose Heyward, (center) the Charleston author of Porgy, a close friend and collaborator of the Gershwin brothers.
Anna Heyward TaylorGibbes Museum Collection
74% of all the Mercedes sold
in the last 55 years
are still on the road.
The Charleston rollout for the first 787-10
At 10:27 am Pacific Time (18:27 GMT), on the 15th December 2009 the first “Boeing 787 Dreamliner” eased effortlessly in the skies into Everett, Washington, powered by two Rolls-Royce Trent 1000 engines. It marked the debut of the quietest, cleanest, and most efficient airframe and engine partnership flying today. The 787 is the future of aviation. In 2016, Boeing celebrated it’s Centennial birthday – 100 years of aerospace innovation! On February 14, 2017 the first Boeing 787 - 10 rolled out of the plant in North Charleston.
787-10 and the 737 Max Fly Together at the 2017
Paris Air Show
“Now I would say that people want to ride in airplanes more and more each day -- and I shall go so far as to say they will someday regard airplane travel to be as commonplace and incidental as train travel. We are trustees of a veritable revolution that is taking place once more in the economic, social, and political fabric with the advent of this new speed medium.”
-William E. Boeing, 1929
On March 3, 1919, William Boeing (right) and pilot Eddie Hubbard performed the first U.S. international airmail flight in this Boeing Model C, a modified World War I trainer they flew from Vancouver, British Columbia to Seattle. The famous plane is located in the wonderful Air & Space Museum in Washington, DC.
William Edward Boeing founded one of the great dynasties of commercial aviation -- transforming the Pacific Northwest into a major aeronautical center. When he arrived in Seattle in the first decade of the new century, however, he was armed with little more than the optimism of his generation and the idea that “it was time to do something.” That optimism and vision to do something – to build something better – lives on with Boeing and the 787 today.
The key to the exceptional performance of the 787 is a suite of new technologies being developed by Boeing. As much as 50 percent of the primary structure – including the fuselage and wing – is made of composite materials. General Electric and Rolls-Royce are making the engines. The new airplane is more than 20 percent more efficient than the airplane it replaces. Airlines and the flying public wanted a more efficient airplane and Boeing stepped up to meet the challenge.
The 787 program has signed on 45 of the world’s most capable top-tier supplier partners and together finalized the airplane’s configuration in September 2005. The suppliers are connected virtually at 137 sites around the world. Basically Boeing bet the ranch on this aircraft. It incorporated all of the history of American ingenuity rolled into one airplane. It is the first time that Boeing outsourced components and materials to craft their new commercial aircraft. Forty five logos are building the 787. Four modified Boeing 747's fly around the world twenty four hours a day seven days a week picking up parts for the aircraft to then be assembled in North Charleston. The finest large and small manufacturing companies in the world craft the airplane. Technically it is beyond wizardry. Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, Ltd is responsible for the design and manufacture of the 787 wing box which is a composite material that spans 190 feet and reduces the weight by 20 percent. Smaller companies like PPG Aerospace based in Huntsville, Alabama are making the windows. With all of the Newtonian mechanics and theories of Albert Einstein at play, Charleston moves into the future. It would certainly not be surprising to see some of the 45 logos ponder the possibilities of making some of those parts here in South Carolina.
The moment passengers step into the 787 Dreamliner, they feel welcomed aboard by the spacious surroundings. The interior designers for the Boeing 787 Dreamliner understand fully that first impressions can be everlasting. Therefore, they’ve designed a larger, more open entryway with sweeping arches that immediately direct the eye upward. The romance of flying has returned with the 787. Every detail of comfort – the roomy cabin interior, larger windows, has been addressed. The air pressure is the equivalent of 6,000 feet - 2,000 feet lower than in other airplanes. This improves oxygen absorption into the blood, reducing in-flight headaches and fatigue. And passengers enjoy better air humidity, so they arrive feeling refreshed.
The 787-10 has impressive aircraft statistics:
197 ft. wingspan
Mach .85 cruising speed
6,430 nm (11,910 km) range.
Two of either the General Electric GEnx-1B or Rolls-Royce Trent 1000 engines
will be used, producing 76,000 lbs. of thrust per engine
The fascinating Birmingham native EO Wilson is the current Pellegrino University Research Professor Emeritus in Entomology for the Department of Organismic and Evolutionary Biology at Harvard University, a lecturer at Duke University, and a Fellow of the Committee for Skeptical Inquiry. He is a Humanist Laureate of the International Academy of Humanism. Blind in one eye from a boyhood fishing accident, Wilson has written 14 books since 2000. He is a two-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction (for On Human Nature in 1979, and The Ants in 1991) and a New York Times bestseller for The Social Conquest of Earth, Letters to a Young Scientist, and The Meaning of Human Existence.
Charleston in 1855
the age of thirty he had worked on or designed Forts Pulaski and Adams, a major bridge (the Potomac at Georgetown,) and a trans-mountain railroad of several hundred miles. The military, this time Confederate and much later, also provides one surviving physical vignette of White (described by an acquaintance as “a pompous, remarkably short officer in large boots on a very large horse.”) a vision the hilarity of which should not obscure the courage of a sixty year old civilian gentleman leading troops through musket fire at its center. At all events by the time he set up private practice as a relatively young man, White was a formidable engineer, and as Beatrice St. Julien Ravenel notes, entered architecture “obliquely.”breaking ground (Edgar Allan Poe’s architectural suggestions, with their manifold domestic inconveniences and structural failings were by contrast mainly studied in France, giving rise to the Paris apartment.)
Young Edward, however, took the sternly conventional path of West Point, then as now one of America’s premier educations. By guiding him into military engineering, the Academy served him extremely well, perhaps focusing the multiple talents as parents bequeathed. White had the experience of war at the beginning and end of his adult life, in the Black Hawk expedition 1832 and as a recruiter and leader of troops on James Island and later in North Carolina during the Civil War. Yet there is no doubt his military interest lay in construction. By the time he left the U.S. Army at the age of thirty he had worked on or designed Forts Pulaski and Adams, a major bridge (the Potomac at Georgetown,) and a trans-mountain railroad of several hundred miles. The military, this time Confederate and much later, also provides one surviving physical vignette of White (described by an acquaintance as “a pompous, remarkably short officer in large boots on a very large horse.”) a vision the hilarity of which should not obscure the courage of a sixty year old civilian gentleman leading troops through musket fire at its center. At all events by the time he set up private practice as a relatively young man, White was a formidable engineer, and as Beatrice St. Julien Ravenel notes, entered architecture “obliquely.”
The E.B. White designed building at the front of the City Market on Meeting Street across from the Planters Inn.
An excerpt from the book, The Way It Was In Charleston, SC. Mrs. Laura Witte Waring was born in Charleston in 1877
The city market used to be an exciting place to visit. One whole section of the market was occupied by the vegetable women. They sat behind their stalls, and would hold up bunches of carrots, or soup bunches, yelling to the passer-by, “Here you is Mauser,” “I got um Missus.” They quarreled among themselves, if a customer they considered as their own rightful property would go to another stall for something better and fresher. Usually men did the marketing for the families, carrying a servant along with a basket.
At the meat section of the market, the butchers would throw waste to the buzzards which would be on Market Street throughout the marketing hours, and they would sidle up to snatch at whatever was thrown out. A fine of ten dollars was levied for anybody running over a buzzard. They were very disgusting, but important scavengers.
The fish market held a variety of fine fish, which formerly were so plentiful in these waters; there was a poultry section also. It was customary to do your own marketing, and the older generation knew the cuts of meat, and what food was the best.
At the end of the growing season this next summer ex Charlestonian John Sutcliffe will have a few people over for dinner in McElmo Canyon. Usually over a hundred will attend. This past year he was celebrating 29 years of his vineyard’s wonderful life. And they said you could not make fantastic wine in Colorado.
Photography Heather Greene
The flat bed of an old Dodge vibrant with flowers. A fence line hung with grapes, delicately colored gourds and mile long vines. And still a day away. Monday, the day we have worked towards. A pale sky, a hint of Autumn, brushed lightly with Cirrus that frames the Sleeping Ute Mountain. Horses, lots of them, hanging on the fence-line to watch our indefinable exertions. The tables have arrived, sparkling linen, chairs, all as white as fresh drawn milk. The chefs glide confidently around, a hog spits on the grill, long baguettes appear in tall brown bags.
It’s later. “ Two hours”, I hear myself yell. But it is all moving relentlessly, elegantly forward. The endless table is replete with delicate bunches of flowers, votive candles, snakes of vines, colorful, sculpted squash. The fleshy pop of corks as the red wines are pulled, Field Blend... the grapes the year gave us, Syrah loaded with chocolate and as dark as night, Cinsault garnet, brilliant, young and bright. Chardonnay lying somnolent in its’ bed of ice.
“Need to change.” All is ready, the bower on the Portales hung with dark ripe grapes, peaches, pears, apples and lemons bobbing for a second day in a barrel of Rose’ Sangria. The staff appear, pristine like Novice Nuns, starched and crisp, hair restrained in soft romantic waves. The chefs immaculate like TV surgeons, handsome and confident.
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