A Savannah Day...
Trip Start Dec 24, 2010
159Trip End Jun 01, 2011
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There are scads of gray squirrels here, a variety we see rarely. They're not as big as there red counterparts, but fun to watch none the less. I finally got a decent shot of one giving me the "stink eye".
When Lynnie was ready to prepare breakfast she made French toast with some of the bread that she baked the other day. When ready, it was cryin' for a layer of chunky peanut butter. I relented and spread a moderate amount on each of the three slices
Anyway, we headed off to the Savannah Visitors Center, which is located in the old Georgia Southern Depot building. There's a railroad museum there with a live steam train which you can ride, if you're so inclined. We just perused the information available and bought tickets for the Oglethorpe Trolley Tour. General Oglethorpe was the first notable settler of Savannah and set it up in a unique way. It's laid (here we go again) out in a grid pattern with squares every few blocks. He started out with six and now there must be thirty of them. Each has some sort of statue or fountain or some such monument in the center. They're grassed with trees, paths and benches. But.... I get ahead of myself. Our Tour Guide, who is in the pictures, and whose name I have mis-filed, was a wealth of information. He spoke, in lecture form, for almost the entire ninety minute ride. He had facts about the year of a building's construction, the cost, who the architect was, who owns it now, when it was burned down, when re-built and more.... One item of interest: when a valuable, historic building was torn down in 1953, it enraged a group of local women who eventually became a local historic preservation group and were instrumental in restoring numerous local edifices. Their annual budget now exceeds three hundred million dollars! They buy historic buildings, restore them and sell them and continue on with their work
We had lunch there at Anna's Cafe. Lynnie had a sandwich which contained some variety of grouper, a deep water fish, as I understand it. Not to be confused with a 1960s Groupy, of course. I had a blackened burger with a special blue cheese sauce on it. Great food, for sure, and at reasonable prices. We shopped, or should I say, Lynnie shopped, and I lurked around.
We then took off on foot for the Colonial Cemetery. As an aside here, one of our kids, when little, combined that word with graveyard and come up with "gravery". We, Lynnie and I, still use it today.
Anyway, we spent an hour or so in the gravery, looking over the different stones. When General Sherman was in Savannah, during his occupation of the city, he had some of his younger soldiers, in their middle teens camped there. They were in charge of caring for the horses. As the story goes, the had a lot of time on their hands and to alleviate their boredom, altered some of the stones so the date of death pre-ceeded the date of death
Enroute to the Cathedral, we walked on various sidewalk surfaces including brick, slate and a new one to me, tabby. Tabby is made up of oyster shells, sand and mud from the Savannah river. It's long wearing... over two hundred years so far. The apparently haven't been able to figure out the formula, per our guide.
The Cathedral of St. John the Baptist is a pretty amazing place, as the photos and video will show you. The current building was constructed in 1873 and then refurbished in 1961. It's the seat of the Diocese of Savannah. As noted elsewhere, it seats twelve hundred souls.
After that, through Lynncagawea's superb map reading skills, we walked back to the car on the exact street where we had parked it! Of course, I was secretly referring to the Droid to make sure we didn't end up in South Carolina... but don't tell the girl. Heartbreak is not an easy thing to deal with.
Tomorrow we'll take an early three mile walk here in the park and then go into the city to do the consarned laundry. It must be done of course. It was in the high eighties again today, so we're thankful for the aero-condish, as the Cajuns might say. Earl? He know.