6/2/2019

Weekly Update 6/2/2019

Monday was the holiday. Instead of going to BC and watching a ceremony, as I have often done in the past, I drove to Darien to visit Fort King George, which I had understood was exhibiting historic displays. It was 100 degrees, and I was content to be in my a/c’d car for the more than one hour each way travel. When I got there, I was surprised to be the only car in the parking lot! What? No visitors, or worse yet, was it closed because of the heat and there were no costumed reenactors or park rangers? Well, it was open, but I was the only one who wanted to watch a cannon firing in that heat. Fort George was established in 1721, 12 years before the City of Savannah. The area was coveted not only by the English, but also the Spanish and the French because the Altamaha River provided access to the interior for trade. From the beginning, the soldiers suffered from disease malnutrition, heat, enemy threats, insects, and a destructive fire in 1725. The fort was abandoned in 1727. The State of George has a park here now, and the fort and it’s outbuildings have been reconstructed. I wandered around, and chatted with the actors for a while, but I told them they didn’t need to fire the cannon or muskets since I regularly saw that at Fort Pulaski or Wormsloe. They were friendly, and answered my questions with knowledge and interest. I didn’t stay long, but it was different way to spend a day.

On Thursday, I took my life in my own hands again, and drove to Statesboro, GA. There was an exhibit at the Statesboro Convention and Visitors Bureau about Otis Redding that I’d wanted to see. Otis Redding was a Soul Singer in the 1960’s whose most famous hit was (Sittin’ on)The Dock of the Bay. His music was greatly influenced by Little Richard and Ray Charles, also native Georgians. Tragically, Otis Redding died in a plane crash in 1968 when he was 26 years old. I thought this might be a good display for me to see. It took me an hour and half to drive there, ten minutes to see all there was, and another hour and a half to drive back home. But I’m glad I saw it.

Saturday, I helped Connie and Jim move to a new home. It’s also a historic home around the corner from where they were renting. When the old landlord decided to move back to Savannah, he gave them a whole month to find someplace else to live, pack, and move. The “new” place was build c.1794 for Judge George Jones of Wormsloe Plantation. It was a hot hot day to move, and I’m not that much help. And in a surprising turn of events, I was tasked with carrying the box from the bakery. What are the chances? I can’t wait to see it after she has all her wonderful furniture and knick knacks set up! It will be amazing.

  

Sunday evening, DH held it’s annual Volunteer Appreciation Garden Party. I wasn’t there for too long – a glass of wine, chit chatting until I thought my face would freeze up in smile-mode, and then I left. It was a very nice evening to be in the garden.