Well, I got an education yesterday. We stopped at the Low Country Visitor’s Bureau, and I experienced a sense of walking in history as I toured a beautiful old plantation house that was once occupied by General Robert E. Lee himself. There were beautiful Magnolia and ancient Oak trees, some of which were over 200 years old, with lots of hanging Spanish moss. I really could picture Rhett Butler at the foot of the stairs waiting for me, Scarlett O’Hara to come sashaying into his arms! How did those Southern Belles ever manage, with corsets, hoop skirts, tons of petticoats and those abominable bonnets? I’d have sweated to death!
Lee created ‘earthworks’ with which he could defend the railroad from Charleston to Savannah. Well, that was all well and good, but I had no idea what an earthwork was, so out came my trust online dictionary. I learned that earthworks were just piles of earth constructed by the military as a protection against enemy fire. I guess they hid behind these big piles of dirt and shot at the enemy.
Then we came across a blue bottle tree. Seems that the south was rampant with silly superstitions; it was believed that bad spirits, spooks and haunts would crawl up inside the bottles and get trapped there. I looked closely but couldn’t see any spooks, ancient or otherwise. Cute piece of history, however.
Inside the store, there were lots of things to buy, including sweet-potato butter and scuppernong jelly. There was another word I’d never heard of, and now I know that scuppernongs are a variety of silvery-amber green Muskadine grape. I bought nothing as neither one sounded appetizing to me.
Today we’re driving over to Columbia and will spend the night with my friend, Betty Sullivan, her husband and two Maltese pupsters. It ought to be a fun trip in our little two-seater Honda with Dave, me and the two dogs. Good thing they’re small!
We still haven’t made it to Charleston – the weather hasn’t cooperated. Hoping that will be our Sunday or Monday trip. The forecast calls for a chance of thunderstorms but maybe we’ll pack the rain slickers and go see some history.
I am not fond of quoting other people; how will I ever become famous if I find the words of others more valuable than mine? Well, I say some profound things, but none quite as life-altering as that of Dr. Wayne Dyer, “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” So much has changed with me as my life progresses. I am so grateful for the opportunity to see the wonderful places right here in my own country. I had an invitation to visit Caracas this week, but opted out. Someone went in my place. I’ve been reading about their escapades in Venezuela and looking at this as they are where they should be and I’m certainly right where I belong too.
Dave continues to make coffee while I’m riding my bike in the mornings – a new experience. Next week we’ll be married eleven years and I’m so grateful to be right here, in South Carolina with my handsome sweetie-pie husband and our two fur babies. It doesn’t get much better than this.