On a hot summer morning in 1975 you would find me stuffing my VW SuperBeetle with a friend or two, an ice-filled styrofoam cooler holding a six-pack of Tab and pimento cheese sandwiches. Destination — Folly Beach.
Happy 50th Anniversary,Charleston magazine.I took a little time travel back to 1975 with you. What was this “come ya” girl doing in Charleston in 1975? From what I can remember, it was a blast. I was doing the Crocodile Rock with Elton John, Olivia Newton-John was every high school boy’s dream girl singing “Have You Never Been Mellow,” Freddie Mercury was belting out “Bohemian Rhapsody” with Queen, and I was rocking with Donna Summer under a disco ball at Stonehenge on Rivers Avenue, singing “Love to Love You Baby.”
The ’70s were pretty chill — the hangover decade following the peace, love, sleep-in and smoke-out hippie era. Can’t say that I or my friends were hippies, but we were hippie-ish. As usual, fads that started in California took a while to reach South Carolina. Even longer in my case, because we only had two channels coming in through the rabbit ear antennas, and my dad claimed both. One was for the news, the other for Gunsmoke or Hee Haw…