My feet are back on Texas soil, which is a good thing, always! But I must admit I am already missing Savannah. Last week Bret and I were fortunate enough to participate in the 8th Air Force reunion in Savannah, GA. For the last several years, Bret has been hard at work collecting interviews from WWII veterans. He's finished one documentary, has another one in the works, and dreams of someday writing a book about his adventures with the many brave men he has met. We have gotten to know this particular group of veterans well, attending their reunions for several years now. We have so many adopted Grandpas and Grandmas, there are too many to count! This guy here in the pic with me is one of my favorites - Ralph Page. A little crotchety, but a sweetheart nonetheless. Ralph was a navigator on a B-17 during WWII. His plane was shot down, and he had to bail out over Germany in enemy territory. When he hit the ground, he was immediately attacked by the German civilians with pitchforks, shovels, etc. The German soldiers pulled them off of him, saving his life, and he spent about 8 months in a POW camp. While he was there, he was actually a lookout while the tunnels were being dug in the Great Escape! There are so many stories like that. I really think if my high school U.S. History teacher had brought in someone like Ralph to talk to us, I would have paid more attention!
Of course, while we were in Savannah, we did as much sightseeing as we could. We saw the Forsyth Park Fountain, the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist, ate at the famous Pirate House restaurant where Robert Louis Stevenson got his inspiration for "Treasure Island" - I'm going to have to go back and read that one again! We toured some of the historic homes - REALLY old homes - mostly haunted. We took a ghost tour, which was a lot of fun! Supposedly, at least 75% of Savannah is haunted. It's called "the city built on the dead," which is literally true. Much of Savannah was a Civil War battleground, with many fallen soldiers buried where they died. So much history, I could go on and on - but don't worry, I'll spare you! I highly recommend visiting if you ever get the opportunity. It's a really beautiful city, with the historic southern architecture, Spanish moss hanging from the trees, the river...and of course that down home southern cookin'!
We made a special video for my website while we were there, and I took hundreds of pictures, so you'll be seeing more from my trip soon!
These enormous ships pass by every 30 minutes or so. We were lucky to get a room on the river side, so we've had a great view of them passing by. They are surprisingly quiet! Until they blow their horn, of course. When we took this pic, Bret told a couple standing nearby that he just wanted to get a size comparison between me and the ship.
And the pregnancy jokes begin...ha ha, Honey.
My next door neighbor, Claudia has this really cool litte pond in her backyard. Lots of fish, water lilies, a waterfall, and lately... frogs. Doing the things that frogs do to make millions more frogs. And it's a loud process, folks. The night before last, this frog was calling so loudly, we could hear it in the front room of our house with the door closed. It was driving Claudia crazy! Yesterday morning she went out to try and find it, and this is the scene she encountered among her water lilies. You might want to shield any young eyes in the room... She removed the frogs with a net, still in their embrace, and released them safely some distance from her house. Later that evening she was showing us this picture, and we decided since the deed had obviously been done, we should probably refresh our memories of 9th grade Biology and find out exactly how the little baby frogs would come to be. As we had guessed, the eggs are laid in the water (usually attached to vegetation), and then fertilized. Uh oh. See the green stem-like things surrounding our lovers in the water? Yep, full of eggs. There must have been a million of them. So my husband and Claudia scooped out as much as possible with nets and hosed off the lilies. I decided I probably shouldn't touch the stuff - couldn't be good for the baby right? :)
We were all looking forward to a quiet night, but about 10:00 we all heard a familiar sound... Got out the flashlight and found another one. Before it could call up it's mate, it was scooped up with the net and taken away. But it was too late - there were two more! Finally, we got out Bret's big bright shop light, and he rounded them both up with the net.
Who knew Claudia's pond was such a popular place for romance? :)
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