<strong>By David Pettigrew</strong>

When I was in Jr. High School, (now it’s called middle school) I would get together with my brother and two of my neighbors and we would pack a lunch and walk down to the beach along Beaufort River from near the hospital to the point of Spanish Point (no houses were built there yet). We would look for sharks‟ teeth, play on the rocks, and explore the woods along the bank of the river. On one trip we found an old cistern made of tabby hidden in the woods. It must have been built by some of Beaufort’s early settlers. Another time, we took fishing rods and caught fish. It was always an exciting and enjoyable adventure with lots of good exercise.

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<strong>Beaufort Then &amp; Now</strong>

<strong><em>This moment in Beaufort’s history is an excerpt from the book “Beaufort ... Then and Now,” an anthology of memories compiled by Holly Kearns Lambert. Copies of this book may be purchased at Beaufort Book Store. For information or to contribute your memory, contact Holly at lowcountrymemories@hotmail.com or beaufortmemories@gmail.com.</em></strong>
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