Good morning. I was wide awake at 4am and decided at 4:30 to get up. Now that I've had coffee and gathered my wits, I'm all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to plant stuff. It's probably best to wait until daylight, ya think? While I'm waiting, there are the usual morning tidying-up chores to do.
Good morning to you too. The heat had me up twice throughout the night, I gave up at six. Currently we are putting a few essentials together for our busy day ahead. The lady is, of course, beautifying herself, so while I am waiting let me tell you what I know of a tiny corner of The State of Georgia. It's the State's most famous city and it's name is Savannah.
At school and later at college, I had a very good female friend, name of Monica. It was a platonic friendship but a close and enjoyable one. Monica studied something like Hospital Management. It probably wasn't called that but that was the field in which she would work in the future. After graduation Monica went into hospital management and I went off and danced my socks off. We kept in touch, just, no internet back then, but we did write a letter occasionally.
Sometime later, Monica got married, he was a fellow from the USA, working on secondment here in the UK, he was also a widower, a young widower, poor man. Monica and her new husband went to live in Georgia, Savannah Georgia. And a year or so later, after I had got married, I took my new wife to meet a very good friend. My wife and Monica just clicked, they were almost like sisters.
We would stay the first night with Monica when we made our annual visit to the US, then go off exploring. We discovered a western bar that had a motto: "You Can't Have More Fun With Your Boots On." I just can't remember the venue's name, "Saddle Bags," maybe. There were many dance venues where our rock and roll jive routine had everyone just standing around watching.
Savannah, we learned, was a coastal city by the Savannah River. The manicured parks, the architecture and the horse drawn carriages were incredible. We have photos on celluloid which I keep saying I must get transferred to digital.
The historic district is filled with cobblestone squares and parks, like Forsyth Park, with big oak trees covered in moss. At the centre of this is the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist.
And now Granny, I must be away, but when I get time, I will blow the dust off those photos.
Savannah!
