Colonel Ben graduated Clemson as the class of 1938, but more important served in World War II. Not only did he serve, but he was a prisoner of war where he did something that seemed so insignificant but has left a tremendous legacy.
As a prisoner of war, he took part in the Bataan Death March,
Yes…that is me! My name is Bobby Rettew and I am 43 years old and just had twin boys. What the hell am I thinking, it makes no logical sense…NONE. Let’s do the math real quick, when they turn 20…I will be 63…HOLY CRAP, yes…63.
Water: The 534 Club I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean… (Ezekiel 36:25). Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. (John 7:37)
I did it…I have joined the 534 club in Cange, Haiti. Actually…I walked these stairs twice. I was nervous traveling back to Cange to capture our water story. I was anxious; anxious that I would not be able to climb these steps given our last trip. These steps almost got the best of me.
This is one of the last images I captured of our cabin on Hunting Island, taken in 2007. You can see a lot of beach here separating the cabin from the ocean. My grandfather built this cabin when my dad was a little boy.
I was looking through the archives and came across these images I captured in 2006 and 2007. I captured this image from the south beach of Hunting Island, overlooking the inlet with the bridge leading to Fripp Island in the background.
We used to walk this beach every evening since I was a little boy. My father used to capture the sunset across this inlet, each image the beach has receded a little more. We tore down the cabin in the fall of 2008 because the water was underneath the house. I captured this image with my #Canon #20D.
I spent the day at The Duke Endowment and found this statue of Mr. Richard Furman, the name sake of Furman University. Sarah’s great-great grandfather was named in his honor, Richard Furman Landrum. We named our son George Landrum Rettew to honor the Landrum name, her grandmother’s maiden name. Sarah’s grandmother was a Landrum, attended Furman University in the 1930’s, and spent years documenting the history of the Landrum’s including the family relationship with the Furman family.
The morning started at 3:30am Saturday, June 10th being awaken by Sarah saying something is wrong. As I rubbed my eyes trying to figure out what was going on, I realized her swift movements to the bathroom indicated I better jump into action. As I ran into the bathroom, I looked at Sarah as tears ran down her face. I knew…I better call Dr. Hearn immediately. I wondered…how did this start.