We walked into an antique shop on Bay St. and we were greeted with a sincere and inviting, "Hi y'all..." It was warm and thick with a southern brogue. As we walk around the antique store, I could smell the ocean air and I tried to imagine the ghosts of yesterday among the antiques and the stories behind the vintage treasures. As we are leaving the shop, we hear "Have a nice day, y'all!" Thanks to the southern sentimentality, you learn your manners quickly, "Thanks, you too." I said sincerely.About Me
- Sherita
- I'm a busy mom of two very active boys and and married to a wonderful husband and love of my life. I work in social services. But what's really awesome, is that I can blend my love the law and working with people with disabilities. But my true passion is writing, which helps me make sense of my world.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
An ode to Savannah...
So I'm in beautiful Savannah, Ga...it's very hot and sultry in this small charming city. I don't know why I love Savannah. But it's beautiful and rustic....it's old and seductive. As my mom and I are walking along Bay Street,I was amazed by the charm and simple irony of the new and the old. There are modern day cars and trucks whizzing by old buildings and landscapes that have been around since beginning of our country. We were surrounded by wonderful Spanish Moss that were sprawled across the trees like century old lovers.
We walked into an antique shop on Bay St. and we were greeted with a sincere and inviting, "Hi y'all..." It was warm and thick with a southern brogue. As we walk around the antique store, I could smell the ocean air and I tried to imagine the ghosts of yesterday among the antiques and the stories behind the vintage treasures. As we are leaving the shop, we hear "Have a nice day, y'all!" Thanks to the southern sentimentality, you learn your manners quickly, "Thanks, you too." I said sincerely.
I love Savannah. I don't know why. But I do love this city. Perhaps it's the mixed of the old and new. Perhaps it's the charm of Bay and River Streets. Or perhaps, it's the endless historical squares and lush green parks like Forsythe Park that reminds me of a time long ago. In the end, there is one thing I do know...that one day, thanks to my love for Savannah, I hope that this will be the beautiful enchanting city where I will marry my best friend.
We walked into an antique shop on Bay St. and we were greeted with a sincere and inviting, "Hi y'all..." It was warm and thick with a southern brogue. As we walk around the antique store, I could smell the ocean air and I tried to imagine the ghosts of yesterday among the antiques and the stories behind the vintage treasures. As we are leaving the shop, we hear "Have a nice day, y'all!" Thanks to the southern sentimentality, you learn your manners quickly, "Thanks, you too." I said sincerely.
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I have to admit, I love living in Savannah for several reasons... No snow, no snow, no snow... Did I say now snow?
No but seriously, you hit the nail on the head, savannah is a city that full of contradictions in a way. Like the old mixed with new. I so many ways it's progressive with the world renowed Savannah College of Art and Design, in opposition to the horse drawn carriages riding on ballistone (like cobblestone) fabricated streets pulled from the Savannah river built by salves since before the civil war. The part of Savannah you were in is the oldest. Indeed Savannah never had to rebuild from the civil was because Gen. Sherman on his burning tiraid through the south (so perfectlly illustrated in the 1930's movie, Gone With The Wnd)... Came to savannah, was so struck by it's charm and beauty that he simply couldn't destroy it. Instead he offered it to Linclon as a Christmes gift. In so many ways that pivotal moment is where time stopped for. Savannah, not only preserving the history, but the cultural values, mores and traditions from pre-civil war days that still are deeply engrained in this southern city to this very day.
Sometimes when I walk through this city I find my self hearing the sounds and smelling the smells of the history of this city... in so many ways we walk amount the ghost that still exist. One can become enchanted... Then I think that on some small level this must be what it's like to live in London, or Rome, or Paris, where the history is much richer and much more diverse, but the poeple are just as and then next new gadget or device.
I'm glad that you apprcieate this city... Although it took me almost 6 years to get over the future shock... Ive finally found my place here, it's been good to me, and I'm gald to call it home.
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