Part Three
It continues to amuse me when I see a YIELD sign at a railway intersection. I think this is peculiar to South Carolina. I am not sure to whom these signs are directed. More specifically, I am not sure of the mental ability of the persons to whom these signs are directed. Then again, this comes from a state whose governor tramps off for a week expecting no one to notice that he is gone.
The choice of sites was ours at Yonah Mountain Campground. As the week progressed we saw how fortunate we were as the spots filled up for the holiday weekend. A holiday that we prepared for by purchasing a frozen turkey breast. Of course, we have cranberries and stuffing to accompany the bird. However, as I write, there is the delicious smell of cooking stew wafting through the trailer. Tonight I'll mash some potatoes to grace the beef.
Our stay here at Cleveland/Helen has been one of relaxation; I seemed to have needed that.
The Nachoochee Antique store is haunted. No one told me that before I walked up to the third floor that happens to be the spirit's residence. Live and learn.
Across the road from spook central is the Nora Mill Granary. The grain is crushed by two French mill stones powered by the waters of the Chattahoochee River. This a great place to see the whole flour making process.
Before I forget, everyplace has it's friendly characters; they provide endless stories. The exception turned out to be the Yonah Bookstore across from our campground. Great store! Fantastic selection of used materials but I am afraid that the bare-footed collector of money just didn't have the spark of life. We'll visit again and see if she has been delivered out of zombie-zone.
In complete contrast, the smile on the young clerk at Papa's Pizza could melt anyone's heart and bring joy to the world. This was her first time on the til but she worked it out. Her demeanor brightens any dull day.
Cathy was buying a watch battery in Wal-Mart. She was waited on by two clerks: one an older immigrant from the Ukraine; the second, a twenty something Georgia homegrown. The young one notices Cathy's necklace. Cathy remarked that she bought it in Jerusalem. Young Miss says, "I hear that is a very beautiful place". Then looks at her companion and comments, "That's near the Ukraine, isn't it?". The older lady is appalled.
Cathy asks, "Do you know where Ontario is?"
"No."
"Canada?"
"No."
"Buffalo, NY?"
"Oh, I have heard of New York!. I had good marks in school but I never liked looking at maps."
On Saturday we went the hospital, The Cabbage Patch Baby Hospital. We visited the preemie ward, the nursery, the school and the actual cabbage patch where they are actually born. A group of young people were there from the Baptist Church. I suspect this was part of their sex-ed program.
That reminds me of last week when I heard some Methodists singing "There is a Balm in Gilead". The Baptists overheard and called Homeland Security.
Our neighbors, in a large motorhome, have let their site go to the dogs. The grandchildren and adults are all wearing red Georgia Bulldog shirts; the awning has the Bulldog logo. The outdoor TV is set to the Bulldog game and there is some oh-ing and ah-ing.
Another family, down the lane is out camping for the first time. The little ones are thoroughly enjoying it! Hot dogs and marshmallows of course. Their trailer is very small, Boler-like unit. We wished them all a great time.
There is a noticeable change in the trees. The sunset tonight went from gold to pink. Come to think of it, when home, I rarely see the sunset. By that time I am usually settled inside the house. Sad.
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