About the Lithograph:
The Old Charleston Museum at the Corner of Rutledge and Calhoun Street was warm and yet it was cold. It warmed up the memories of our heritage in its openness; so cluttered that it was also cold in its appearance. But as you approached its time weathered columns and steps and started to proceed in, you were always awed by its massive, impressive appearance and excited by its contents. These same feelings were engendered as you strolled by the stately old building or took a casual glance as you passed by in a car. A landmark that was originally built as a hall for conventions, it housed both the present and the past in its interesting collections. Though a fire finally destroyed the majestic building and left us with only the four columns and the portico in what is now a large park, we can still gaze there and remember.
After the fury of Hugo and the scars on the landscape from its destruction, Charleston was covered over in December, 1989, in a rare blanket of snow, a heavenly Christmas present of beauty which at least temporarily healed the landscape from the wounds of Hugo giving the appearance of a winter wonderland. Like the old Museum, that Christmas past is something we will fondly remember.