Moncks Corner: A look back

  • Wednesday, May 15, 2013

A tidal wave of memories floods my mind when I drive down Main Street of Moncks Corner. 
Believe it or not, I actually remember when Main Street was the “main” street. There is nothing wrong, I suppose, with having most of the businesses on 17A, but when I was growing up most of the businesses were on Main Street.
One was the Berkeley Motor Chevrolet Company. Mr. George King was the president. He and his dear wife, Anne, were close friends of the family. 
They were often at our house playing Bridge with Mom and Dad, or Mom and Dad were at their home on Broughton Road. Many times they would visit us when we were at our beach house on Folly Beach. 
I can still see Mr. King sitting on the front porch of the beach house sipping sweet tea Mom had just made, talking and laughing it up with the family. He had a laugh that was infectious and would make you smile and laugh whether you wanted to or not. 
He was always good to me.  Once in a while when I was with Dad at his store, which was just a short walk down the road, I’d walk up to Berkeley Motors just to look at the cars. He didn’t seem to mind.  He’d just smile, wave, and go on his way. 
He was a faithful deacon at First Baptist Church of Moncks Corner for many years and I remember how happy he was for me when he learned that God had called me into the ministry. I was at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary when I got word of his passing.  It was a sad day for my family and me … we were shocked and heartbroken. 
I was honored to be asked by the family to be an honoree usher at his funeral.
The Rev. Norman Gillispie, who was pastor of First Baptist Church then, preached the service.  During the sermon he recalled that Mr. King had a habit of bringing to him the bulletins of churches he visited when he was on vacation or was absent from First Baptist.  That’s the kind of servant he was. He hardly ever missed worship.  We all should be like that.
I remember “Friendly’s Barbershop,” and getting what was called a Summer Haircut for $6. When you went into the shop, over against the back wall was a high stand that had chairs on it and an iron foot stand where you’d put your foot to get a shoe shine.
Mr. Fox and Mr. Cook were barbers. Friendly was sure the right name for the shop, for those old guys were as friendly as they could be and it didn’t matter if you were 8 or 80.
I remember Mr. Cook telling me how cold winter was in Europe during World War II.  He told me that the snow was deep and the temperature would dip well below zero. When I asked him how he survived he said, “Foxholes, because they blocked the wind and the Earth was warmer than the air.”
That was very impressionable to a young boy.  That may have been the first time that I really began to appreciate what those guys went through to defend our freedom.  Only a few World War II vets are still around, so whenever you come across one be sure to shake their hand and say thanks.
Do you have any memories of the things I’ve shared, or of your own childhood in Moncks Corner? I would be privileged if you would share them with me. Contact me at clyde.mccants@yahoo.com.

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