Thursday, May 1, 2014
To the Editor:
“It t'was a grand and glorious occasion, the Blessing of the fleet.”
What a magnificent sight to watch the majestic passage of the fleet of boats dressed in their noble spender. The decks were scrubbed, the brass glistening, horns in tune, bottoms scraped and painted, the flags furling from their mast gave us a touch of magic and the bows seem to tip as they were blessed. This is a long awaited event for Georgetown was founded as a seaport by Elisha Screven in 1729.
The information is not clear to whom the praise and appreciation are warranted, but would like to mention Michelle Overton, GBA and others whose names were not called, especially the Priest. Those of you that were unable to come missed a touch of the heritage of Georgetown. One could feel HIS presence as the Priest blessed the passing of the boats.
On a dark, bitter cold night (20 degrees with a wind chill factor of -5.) at 2 am in the morning of Feb. 13, 1988, my husband, Capt. Wright Skinner, Jr. drowned. Wright, a legacy in the Skinner family of Harbor Pilots for the Port of Georgetown and Winyah Bay, accidently fell from the ladder of the ship to the pilot boat five miles off shore. The men on deck of the ship saw him surface, but was then lost in the darkness and never found.
Wright was perceived as a man of the sea with his love for his fishing, shrimping and scalloping boats It is with humbleness and appreciation that the Skinner family along with the cousins, Bellunes, Cromarties, Beckmans and Schoolers, thank you for recognizing Wright during this blessing. Also, as my family walks the streets of Georgetown through the eyes of friends, a message is given for us to remember, “Those we hold most dear never truly leave us but live on in our hearts”.
Bless you and all those you love,
Mrs. Wright Skinner, Jr.