Messing Around

We have done some bicycling on Jekyll Island. Cathy had not biked for over a hundred years but the skills all came back.

















After having lunch at a restaurant in Darien, we watched the tide come in. It is amazing what sneaks in on the tide. Want to pet it?














Sunday afternoon was oyster roast time at McKenzie Lake Campground. It does look like a pile of rocks, doesn't it?

















In late April these shrimp boats will be blessed and sent on their way. This was at the dock in Darien, GA.

HEAVEN CAME DOWN

Lunchtime Concert at the Second African Baptist Church



THE SAVANNAH STATE UNIVERSITY CONCERT CHOIR
Conductor Nan Poole Spicer

We started the day by walking around some of the squares near the Second African Baptist Church.
Right away we walked through a cloud of Angel Dust. Angel Dust is my new name for the perfume that wafts from the Sweet Olive blossoms. What that perfume does to the soul! If only it could be bottled and sprayed over the earth.

We sat down on a damp bench – there had been a light rain -- in the square outside the church to eat our sandwiches. Cathy was getting anxious so we went inside.
The sanctuary gradually filled until it was packed. The choir was in the choir loft – the balcony above the pulpit. The drums and piano were on our level.

The first half of the program was enthusiastic singing of spirituals. Miss Erica-Christina Little gave us a short history of the three types of spirituals.
Mr. Efrem Whitaker introduced the last two songs. He explained the history of gospel song tradition.

What happened during the singing of the last two numbers was awesome. The soloist's microphone started to misbehave; she set it down. It is hard to describe what happened. With no mike, she let go the full force of her voice. In no time the whole audience was standing; that girl was inspired!
The final number was sung by a young gentleman who obviously was following in the previous soloist's footsteps.
An absolutely, magnificent end to a concert!




















THE MARSHES OF GLYNN

Two years ago I garnered a book out of a Brunswick antique store. It was an old Georgia school compendium of the works of Georgian authors. One author was Sidney Lanier, mainly noted for his poem The Marshes of Glynn. A marsh can be a beautiful thing.
Which reminds of a real estate ad:
“FOR SALE: 28 acres; 1 acre high ground.”

Here that means: 12 hours a day, great fishing; 12 hours a day, one heck of a big lawn.

Anyway, you can find Lanier's poem at the following website. Enjoy!

http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/webspinner/glynn.htm

BIRDS!!!

At the end of a wonderful on Jekyll Island, we relaxed on the front porch of the Doctor's House Bookstore.














You will need to click on this picture to see it at its best. Hope you like birds!

Christmas in March

We had no trouble finding the Savannah Unitarian church. (We haven't told anyone about getting lost trying to find the Columbia congregation.) In the square, facing the church, is this historical plaque. Jingle Bells and Savannah???

The Marshes of Glynn

There are three hidden seafood palaces near Eulonia. We have visited one. They have that run-down ancient look and are difficult to find but well worth the hunt.


Outside the restaurant was a pelican in its typical pose. However, don't let that fool you. When they spot a fish, they hit the water like a guided missile - full speed - no brakes!













St. Simon's Island is an absolute must. The streets are over hung with the moss covered branches of the live oaks. Azaleas are in full bloom.



Our first stop was the Maritime Museum and then the lighthouse. I took a picture from the top of the lighthouse. You notice that Cathy is not in the picture; she hid in the doorway refusing to come out on to the balcony.







The Wesley Memorial Gardens were a treasure. Live oaks in a sea of azaleas.
It was a good day!

Brunswick, Georgia

Brunswick, Georgia March 15, 2007
We have settled in for a month. Somehow, on our last visit we had missed the Glynn County Historic Courthouse. This beautiful structure is surrounded by massive, ancient live oak trees. Breathtaking.
These 3 pictures were taken on the lawn.
(Don't forget to click on the picture for a larger image.)

Beidler Forest, Harleyville, S.C.

This website is meant to supplement our travel newsletters that we send to our friends and family as we haul our 27 foot travel trailer around the country. These recent postings are from March and April 2007. South Carolina and Georgia are our main areas of interest.
Previous trips will be found at www.doctorbook.blogspot.com

Beidler Forest
Beidler is a preserve just west of Charleston, S.C. In the spring the flood waters turn the forest into a swamp. The 1.5 mile boardwalk makes it a wonderful place to walk, look and listen. We tallied 4 snakes and 4 turtles. Another couple we met had spotted 3 deer.

Thanks to Jeff Dantzler of Harleyville for sending us out to Beidler Forest.







Cathy likes to sit and read; even in a cypress swamp filled with cottonmouth snakes; such calmness!

Heading for South Carolina

This website is meant to supplement our travel newsletters that we send to our friends and family as we haul around our 27 foot travel trailer. These recent postings are from March and April 2007. South Carolina and Georgia are our main areas of interest.

Nude in the Restaurant

After supper at the Bob Evans Restaurant, in Summersville, W.V., we drove over to Wal-Mart. I needed a tube of Tide-to-Go and a new shirt.

First it was a spot of salad dressing then splatters of pasta sauce! Grrr! From now on I will sit in the nude and eat. It is easy to take a shower. Easier than buying new shirts.

The Going-Away-Wedding Party
(Actually, our neighbor's wedding.)