The DeVille Street Farmers Market

Market Common Farmers Market

A Gathering Place at The Market Common to Celebrate Summer by Melissa LaScaleia Hot days, long summer nights, lush greenery, endless hours outdoors— as the calendar rolls into July, there’s a profusion of growth and natural abundance that surrounds us. Everything is ripe and overflowing. Summer has arrived; and with it, the farmers market. On Saturday mornings, artisans and vendors gather on DeVille Street to celebrate this aliveness. Reminiscent of the activity of a bee hive, people come, swarming and humming around the stalls. Some stroll, some shop, some are simply here to gather. As I meander my way slowly down the street, I’m enjoying a visual feast: handmade candles and soap; greens of many varieties unselfconsciously bursting over the boundaries of their assigned space on the tables; dressed nuts; pirogies; local honey; granola; homemade baked goods; plums so rich they look like velvet; coffee; ice cream; jewelry. It’s a bevy of handmade and earth-made beauty all rolled into one. I’m nourished from the action of strolling along— imbibing with my senses the multitude of expressions of love that come from the earth as well as those that come from artisans. I’m convinced that it’s impossible to shop at the farmers market and not smile. Mary Zlotnick, owner of Authentic Life Pawleys showcases her own line of organic skin products. (Photo by Meganpixels Parker) There’s something about seeing a person put their own unique stamp on something, be it a piece of jewelry or a candle, and then offering it for sale that fills me with joy and reminds me of how vital simple pleasures are to happiness. Being here heightens my consciousness of where my food comes from, and fills me with a childlike wonder over the miracle of its existence as well as a reverence for the balance we maintain on our planet. I can’t help but feel that if I were in charge of growing crops to feed myself, I’d be in a lot of trouble. When I leave the market, my arms full of fresh, fuzzy peaches, delicate blueberries, and sturdy leafy greens, I feel humbled but even more so delighted at my good fortune in knowing at least five who can. I always look at farmers with a kind of awe, wondering how exactly they do it. So I call one of the proprietors of Home Sweet Farm, to ask. “I’ve been farming since I was a boy,” Jimmy Rabon, a fourth generation farmer, and one of the two responsible for the beautiful displays at Home Sweet Farm, says. Jimmy and his fiancé, Miracle Lewis, farm and manage the 80-acre property that belongs to Miracle’s grandparents. It’s hard for me to comprehend that the plenty and variety I see on their table only needs 80 acres to flourish and grow. “We grow on plastic culture,” he explains. “We lay down a black plastic weed cloth, and plant through it. When you plant on dirt, you can get about 250 bushels of crop per acre, but when you plant on plastic, it’s really unlimited— it could be 500-600 bushels of climbing vines, like cucumbers and watermelons. It produces a much earlier yield, and it keeps disease down. When you plant on dirt, every time it rains, it splashes up— that causes disease.” “But what about hungry insects?” I ask— always my greatest nemesis when attempting any type of garden. Hope, from Home Sweet Farm, transfers fresh plums from a basket. (Photo by Meganpixels Parker) According to Jimmy, there are types of beneficial insects. If there are a lot of them, most of the time, they can keep the bad bugs at bay. So how do you attract beneficial insects? “The best way is to not spray with pesticides,” he says. “We don’t spray more than we have to. But the plants themselves will attract beneficial as well as non-beneficials.” “Just hope,” he adds with a chuckle, “you have enough of the benefits to offset the non-benefits.” I appreciate this approach of cultivating crops more in harmony with nature and less with chemicals, and enjoying what blossoms naturally from the land. Joan Smith, a Market Common resident, agrees. “I’m from NJ,” she says. “And there’s nothing better than NJ produce. I like to see what people have locally because food from farm-to-table is very important to me. I’m used to organic food.” Joan likes to take her golf cart to the market and catch up with her neighbors there. “It’s a very friendly atmosphere,” she says. “I get to see food vendors, but also vendors who have other interesting things they’re selling, like soap or jewelry.” One such vendor who fits in that category is Authentic Life Pawleys, where owner Mary Zlotnick makes her own line of body sprays, insect repellent, and body butters, some of which look good enough to eat. Mary has created recipes over the years, often based on her friends’ and clients’ requests for her to make them something. “Most of my products are made from certified organic ingredients,” she says. “That’s important to me. If I’m going to tell you to use something, I want it to be non-toxic— safe for you and your pets.” Miguel Martinez of Miguel Farms passes his homegrown produce to an appreciative customer. (Photo by Meganpixels Parker) The love and passion she puts into her products is palpable, and what began as a hobby now keeps her busy full time. “I keep up on the research to get the best combinations and outcomes,” she says. “I take my time. I want it to be authentic— good for body and soul.” When I ask her about her experience at the farmers market, she says: “I like how we’ve become a family and look out for each other. We’re all in it together, to help educate people. People are coming, and we share about where we’re getting our products from and why.” Joan sums it up like this: “I like that the market is growing every year. This … Read more

Old Glory Graces The Streets of The Market Common

Market Common Flag

A Local Resident Reminds Us of Our Heritage and Unites a Budding Community by Melissa LaScaleia The Charleston-inspired houses just off of Farrow Parkway around the Sweetgrass West area stand, row by row, painted in Bermuda-esque hues. But on Peterson Street, there’s a deviation from the norm. Each brightly colored house is sporting an American flag hanging in front. And the man responsible for the profusion of red, white and blue is Aaron Maynard, owner of Pedego Electric Bikes in the Market Common. I tracked Aaron down at his day job to learn more about the flag display and what inspired it. A retired Air Force colonel, Aaron grew up in a military family, then joined the military himself. “When I was in the military, every single day of my life “Revelry” was played in morning, and the flag was raised,” Aaron says. “Every afternoon they played “The National Anthem” which signaled the end of the work day. And every night at ten o’clock, when they retired the flag, they played “Taps.” At these times, the cars pulled to the side of the road, and we all stopped to salute the flag. It was kind of an emotional moment, every day, for the majority of fifty years, and a tradition which I suppose I took for granted.” Since he now lives on a former Air Force base, Aaron thought it appropriate to carry on part of the tradition by hanging his own flag. “For me, it’s a personal emotional feeling that I get when I see the flag,” he says. When he moved into his house in Sweetgrass West some months ago, one of the first things he did was mount a flag and illuminate it. Liking the effect, he approached his neighbors to ask if they would mind if he got them a flag too, and he would hang it for them. To his surprise, they all said yes. “Because I’m a bit OCD,” he confesses, “I hung them all at the exact same height. When I measured it, it just happened to be 77 inches, which was an easy number for me to remember because it’s part of 1776. I thought that was appropriate.” Members of the Flag Campaign from left to right: Larry O’Drobinak, Aaron Maynard, Ron Harden. (Photo by Meganpixels Parker) Once the flags were hung, it wasn’t long before it garnered attention from curious and admiring passersby. With the help of neighbors, Larry O’Drobinak and Ron Harden, a flag-hanging trend was born, and with it, a sense of greater community, as neighbors approached him to find out more about hanging flags on their own streets. Before long, flags were popping up on houses throughout the Market Common. He even received permission to hang flags on houses where people weren’t yet living. Explaining the evolution of the unintentional but happy by-product of a burgeoning community dynamic, he shares his perspective: “The people who move here aren’t from any particular part of the country. They all have different cultures, different religions, different accents, they all like different foods, but one of the things they all have in common is that they love the Market Common, and they love America.” Flying the American flag is something they all share, an expression of their common bond. Aaron expresses the pride he feels seeing so many flags hanging in his community. He says: “Someone asked me if I was going to take it down after the Fourth of July, and I said, ‘I’m an American 365 days a year.’” To date, Aaron and his friends are responsible for hanging forty flags in the Market Common area. As I drive down Farrow Parkway heading towards the ocean, I happen to glance right and see, across a little lake, flag after flag, hanging serenely side by side next to the front doors of the houses lined up there. I’m surprised by how much the sight moves me— as deep feelings of joy, peace, and gratitude wash over me. Something about the way they are hung, at exactly the same height, side by side, feels friendly, like they are having a conversation; and makes me feel more connected to people in general, and as if I’m not as alone as I previously felt. I smile to myself as I continue on my way, as much from the sight of the flags and the feelings it evokes in me, as from the thought of the positive impact that one man’s openness and focus on what’s important to him, can achieve for those around him. “Operation flag,” the retired Air Force colonel tells me jokingly. Indeed. On any given day, Aaron Maynard can usually be found at Pedego Electric Bikes on DeVille Street, in the Market Common.  Stop in or email him at herknav@gmail.com to ask him to hang a flag for you.  You can read more about Pedego Electric Bikes here.

Lieutenant William Farrow, Doolittle Raider, SC Native

The Coastal Insider-History

by Melissa LaScaleia Have you ever wondered why the streets in the Market Common are named as they are? Most have names that are throwbacks to the history of the Myrtle Beach Air Force Base in some way. Farrow Parkway, the main thoroughfare that runs alongside the Market Common district and connects Hwy 17 to Hwy 17 Business, was duly dubbed on September 25, 1987, after Lieutenant William Glover Farrow. William Farrow was born in Darlington, South Carolina, on September 24, 1918. He trained as a pilot in South Carolina, and joined the United States Army Air Corps in 1940. The following year, he received his commission as a second lieutenant, and became a member of the 34th Bomb Squadron. It was World War II, and in February 1942, Farrow volunteered to participate in the Doolittle Raid, a retaliatory attack against Japan’s bombing of Pearl Harbor. The mission took place on April 18, with Farrow piloting a B-25, named “Bat Out of Hell.” After hitting his targets in Nagoya, he intended to land in Chuchow, but the Japanese deactivated the beacon he was using for direction. Farrow and his crew were forced to bail near Japanese controlled Nanchang, China. They were captured, and Farrow, sentenced to death. On the eve of his execution, Farrow wrote a letter to his mother. It was recovered at the end of the war and reads: “You have given much, so much more to me than I have returned, but such is the Christian way. You are and always will be a real angel. Be brave and strong for my sake. I love you, Mom, from the depths of a full heart… Don’t let this get you down. Just remember God will make everything right and that I’ll see you all again in the hereafter… So let me implore you to keep your chin up. Be brave and strong for my sake. P.S. My insurance policy is in my bag in a small tent in Columbia. Read Thanatopsis by Bryant if you want to know how I am taking this. My faith in God is complete, so I am unafraid.” Farrow was executed on October 15, 1942. In 1946, he was interred with honors at the Arlington National Cemetery, and was posthumously awarded the Order of the Sacred Tripod of the Republic of China, the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Purple Heart, and the Prisoner of War Medal. Click here to read more of our history features. 

Charlie Hits the Beach With Pet Responsibility Reminders

Market Common Dogs - Charlie's Corner July 2016

Charlie’s Corner is the domain of Charlie, the furry four-legged lady’s man of the Market Common. Each month, he’ll share information to help all new, visiting, and existing doggie community members get the most out of life alongside their human companions. We’ll feature his reflections on what it’s like to be a dashing downtown doggie, as he reminds all of us how to play well together.  This month, as the thermostat rises, Charlie hits the beach with some great tips for pet and people fun.  The car door opens, and I leap out in enthusiasm. But ouch! That pavement is hot on my paws. Luckily my excellent people brought my doggie sunscreen to the beach. It’s made specifically for pets because it doesn’t have zinc oxide, which isn’t good for us. It’s the perfect protection for my tender paw pads on the hot asphalt and sand, and for the pink noses of my friends and those with shorter hair who can burn just as easily as humans. I love the beach. There’s plenty of new friends for me to make, as well as seagulls to chase. But you do need to keep us close to you on a leash at all times. And that includes when we’re frolicking in the waves. Speaking of swimming, I love it! But be aware there are rip currents right now, and an occasional jellyfish, so don’t swim too far with us, you might not be able to take care of us both. And definitely don’t let me drink ocean water. It makes me just as sick as it makes you. Mine and my peoples’ taste buds are perfectly aligned on this point. On the scrumptious dead smelly things I find all over the sand, though, I think we just won’t ever see eye-to-eye…. Now for the rules to remember: during the summer months, until after Labor Day, we can enjoy the beach before 10am and after 5pm. However, the stretch of beach from 13th Avenue South to 21st Avenue North doesn’t allow dogs at any time. But there’s plenty of other nearby spots to take us, including the area around Springmaid Pier, as well as Myrtle Beach State Park. And lastly, just like you would any other place, don’t forget to bring poop bags to clean up after us. Leaving my #2 in the dune-grass can harm the sensitive ecology of this place. What a great day. I go home a happy dog, and my loving people investigate my fur for sand fleas. That’s really important because they can burrow under our skin and feed off our blood. They are about the size of a grain of rice with clear wings and black spots; and are most active during the morning and around dusk when they are looking for food – which could be us! You’ll need to take me to the vet for their safe removal. Luckily I escaped this time around, if only it were as easy to avoid the inevitable post-beach bath. But I suppose I can’t complain, having fluffy fur and a pleasant odor is what keeps me so popular with the girls. Until next time, P.S. Follow me on Facebook to keep up with all my latest news, www.facebook.com/InsiderCharliesCorner and on Instagram @charlieparkerscorner. To read more about Charlie, click here.

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