If walls could talk, what would they say? If streets could tell us who walked them long ago or what happened on their dingy cracked miles, what secrets would be revealed?
That was what was going thru my mind as we walked thru old Savannah, Georgia this past labor day weekend. For as long as I can remember I’ve loved old buildings the rustic look they have, the history bursting through the creaking siding, brick or tabby. Maybe it’s because the days ( and the things left behind) long past have a mystery to them for me because I live in such a modern world. I have seen pictures and drawings of the old southern towns but I wish I could go back in time just for a little while to watch America grow up. Since Matt had lived there before he knew just what streets would make my creative mind go wild! We walked past gorgeous old victorians and town homes being renovated, thru square after square full of amazing old oaks with spanish moss flowing to the ground. My favorite and most everyone else’s, Forsyth with the glorious green space, fountains, and musicians playing their well rehearsed tunes. One of the duos we came across were playing the bagpipes and I thought of how my Scottish loving sisters, had they been there would’ve burst into a celtic dance.
On Saturday of our trip after much encouragement (and possibly and tad bit of bribing) I convinced Matt to drive us to the outskirts of Savannah to Boneventure Cemetery. I had heard it was beautiful and I wanted to photograph it so badly,
We arrived and were at once in awe of it peacefulness. It wasn’t errie at all, which I expected, it being a burial plot and everything. As we walked the well worn paths, I happily clicked away on my trusty camera while stopping every minute or so to take in the quiet and to think about who these people were when they were alive, one thing stood out: they were old Savannah’s upper class. Some of the headstones were as tall as six feet and made out of pure white marble. Not that it mattered now, they were long gone, but who were they while they lived? A found an answer on one of the gravestones that made me want to strive to be a better, wife, sister, daughter and friend. A freemason who bones surely turned back to dust many years before, had this written on his : ” He lived life, not for himself, but for others”.
After leaving the cemetery the last adventure I made Matt go on was to Wormslowe Plantation. Unfortunately and neat at the same time, the family still lives in the 1800’s plantation house on the property and no visitors are allowed. We were able to drive down the driveway to the marsh and take pictures for a fee, which me being the rule follower that I am, paid 🙂 It was SO worth it to me and I will treasure those images of the oak trees arching over the path forever!!
Our nights in were spent with our friends, Trae and Jessica and their adorable pups, BeBee, Clairee, Jackson and Reebsie, who make their web debut on this blog as I fell in love with them all and couldn’t stop taking pictures of them. Both evenings we went out to hear amazing music, the first we listed to Trae’s friend, Lauren who loves 60’s and 70’s country, she and her music partner, Kyle were really talented at bringing there voices together to create a beautiful harmony.
Saturday night we were once again put in a trance by our super talented friend, Trae Gurley. Y’all, Frank Sanatra himself, would be in awe with the voice that comes out of that man. He played the guitar and sang at our wedding reception and we were so honored that he did. We are so blessed to have such talented friends and generous ones at that, who shared their too cute bungalow with us the whole weekend. We were sad to leave them on Sunday morning but wanted to spend time with my dear Meme and Pop in Brunswick. I don’t get to see them too often and I wish they lived closer, but I do love having a place to stay near Saint Simons and the beach. Matt and I took a quick trip over to the island, just to stand on the place where we were married, it hasn’t changed at all and it will forever be special to us. Afterward we went back to my grandparents house and we went thru old pictures of my mom growing up, it was a sweet time and I’m so glad we went.