3/25/2018

Weekly Update 3/25/2018

I had a great week! Marcia and Andy visited from Rochester. It was so good to see them both. I spent all day Monday cleaning the condo and getting ready for them, and then picked them up in the late afternoon. We didn’t do anything that evening except get caught up, and it had been a long travel day for them; we went to bed early. But the next few days were busy most of the time. We went to the Ships of the Sea Museum and DH, we drove though the Wildlife refuge, we sent out to Tybee to visit the lighthouse, Fort Screven, and walk out on the pier, we went to Old fort Jackson and to River Street in search of tugboats (not much luck, but we did see one assisting a container ship on it’s way to the ocean). And on Thursday we went on a tour of homes in the up-and -coming Thomas Park neighborhood. This isn’t the historic district, and I personally thought some of the homes on the tour needed a little more up-and-coming, but it was interesting. We also had a few really fun evenings inside watching reruns of the The Twilight Zone, or a great game of Savannah-opoly. As always, I hardly spent any time in my kitchen and I made them eat out.

at the Crystal Beer Parlor

Tybee Lighthouse

playing board games

looking for tugboats

on the house tour

They left on Friday, and Saturday was very busy for me. The annual Tour of Homes is a huge event here, and one of the tours that is offered each year is a tour of BC, with a few “residents” in the cemetery telling stories. This year we had Little Gracie’s mom, John Muir and Mrs Wheaton. As much as I’ve always wanted to be a storyteller, apparently my ability to move tourists around the cemetery is sought after, and I’m always assigned to being a tour guide. This year, I think I debunked some of my legend, as I nearly forgot to get my group to Johnny Mercer’s family plot, and had to circle back to see it, confusing all the other tours going on at the same time.

Mrs Watson, Gracie's mother

John Muir, naturalist

Admiral Wheaton's wife

As soon as that was over, I rushed downtown to join the March for Our Lives rally. I am very skeptical about what any of this will do; I’m skeptical about my vote making a difference. My voice is never heard, and I’m sure this will be more of the same. But children afraid to go to school, danger at music concerts, the whole way firearms are changing the way we live – this is too important to NOT become involved in. And I needed to support my friend, Connie, who will always mourn the death of Meadow Pollard at Parklands School in Florida.

Connie with the large green poster; Jane and I not far behind

Needing something a little happier after that, I sent to the Telfair In Bloom display at the Telfair Gallery. Local Florists create displays that correspond to some of the art work at the gallery. It is always so lovely. I was there on the last day, and some of the flowers were wilting, but they were still beautiful, and it was wonderful to see them. Just a few: