Bill Bryan

Folly Beach: Glimpses of a Vanished Strand Bill Bryan

"There was something about the way the wind whipped through the palmettos. There was something about the songs on the jukebox. There was something about the way the sand blew across the shore, about the sound of the screen door slamming shut as children raced in and out the house, laughing on their way to and from the sea. There was something about the way you felt as you walked along the beach and gazed at the tide with a pretty girl by your side."

As anyone who has ever crossed over the Folly River onto Center Street can tell you, Folly Beach is a place like no other. For Charleston writer Bill Bryan, Folly is another world that has drawn him back time and again. Join Bill and take a wistful look back at Folly during a special time in its history, when the dark days of war were over and everyone just wanted to have fun. Through these charming, historical vignettes, enjoy a moonlit dance on the pier, take a ride on the ferris wheel at the carnival, grab a bite to eat at the Pavilion or comb the Washout for driftwood.

"To all those beachgoers who recall the old days at Folly and those tykes who are just introduced to her joys, I say this: have fun, enjoy yourself, be happy, take in the moment and you?ll have memories for a lifetime. To those my age who lament all the changes and look back wistfully to those magic days of yore, I say this: meet me at the beach and let?s find a cool spot under the pier. Let?s have one for the road."