W “ hen I was a child growing up here in the 1940-50s, there were four houses on this northern side of the creek between here and the waterway, and none on the other side. You couldn’t live on the south-ern side of the creek without air conditioning. There was no breeze like we are feeling now. And the bugs would have car-ried you away,” says Rob, who remembers a boyhood rich in outdoor sporting, shrimping, crabbing and clamming on Hewlett’s Creek. “Low tide is still my favorite,” he admits, giving a nod to the creek’s ebbing afternoon tide as we walk around the yard’s edge. “And I prefer high tide,” laughs Carolyn. “It’s much pret-tier to me.” www.wrightsvillebeachmagazine.com A summer day at Clamelot; the grand-children spend the afternoon hours on the pier and along the banks of Hewlett’s Creek. “ 57 WBM
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