Happy Birthday Uncle Pat.
This morning we headed back to Savannah for a fun packed full day. We had seen that there was the 72nd Savannah Garden and Home Tour. We found the sight on-line and got the pertinent information. Now we had an hour to kill and we walked down around the historic district river street. I almost forgot , I wore my yellow Chihuly T-shirt today. One guy hollered Chihuly as we passed, neat her said. We picked up a chicken salad sandwich on one of the sidewalk cafes. The tour had a bus take us to one of Savannah's most beautiful historic neighborhoods - Ardsley Park. The tour allows us to visit one of Savannah's other Historic Districts. The wonderful little hamlet, located approximately three miles from downtown Savannah, was the city's first automobile suburb built in the 1900's. Ardsley Park is rich in history and embraces grand homes and lush gardens replete with huge, century old oaks and magnolias. We met a couple from Sheboygan WI and toured with them. The bus took us there but then the long and sweltering hot walk was by placing one foot before the other for three hours. The homes go without saying, for the rich and the famous. The richly decorated homes, with art specially painted for the owner, hand built ceiling moldings. Paintings from places these people had been from Europe and the Orient. One person had a damaged statue from a church in Budapest of the Virgin and Child. China from the orient and the pretty white and blue porcelain dinnerware. The gardens and greenery around the homes were immaculate, even on homes not on tour. We noticed the moss is greener and looks more alive than further south, I think the trees are more heavily leaved also. The wrought iron is remindful of Dad’s work. Many cute gates looking into back yards covered with vines and flowers all over them. I was surprised to see how many of the six homes we visited had attached guest homes.
We returned to the Episcopal Women of Christ Church. As we exited the tour bus this guy came up to me and said nice shirt he said Chihuly was his cousin, I said we loved his work. He said you ought to come to Tacoma and view his work shop. We then went in and bought a giclee (gyclee) print of the tour poster, I got 40/50. Why? Our 40th anniversary.
Yes, time for eats. Lets see if we can get into Paula Deen’s “The Lady & Sons” restaurant. There were no available tables for the rest of the days, but Shirleen remembered to ask for seating at the bar. So up we went to the third floor bar. On Sunday’s they only serve the buffet. Other days they do menu and buffet. We settled in with a cabernet and a #8 for me, she caught it after a few seconds. #8 is Dale Earnhardt Jr. Budweiser car number. Brought out the NASCAR in me. The buffet was well stacked with baked and deep fried chicken, a beef, potato and carrot casserole. Green beans, lima beans, delicious cabbage (with a shot of vodka to neutralize odor), collard greens tasty, mashed potatoes must have pureed or something special for the texture, turkey and dressing with biscuits and hoe cakes delivered to the bar (table). Now back to the fired chicken, Shirleen said what a flavor, a little sweetness to it. Ask Kim, our bartenderiss, how it is made. She said it is marinated with egg, red hot sauce (Tabasco) and spices overnight. Then floured and deep fried. I held myself back and only went back for the chicken twice. To top off the meal they bring, only to Shirleen – three desserts a peach cobbler, banana pudding and a brownie. All for 14.99$ and her fame.
Tonight we found a place in Savannah just a couple blocks from the river walk street. We drove around the historic downtown area and saw many magnificent homes. It struck us how many had steps up to the second floor doorways, Shirleen reminded me it was for the likelihood of flooding in the area. Again, the beauty of the massive live oaks, the moss in the trees, the vibrant colors of the flowering plants in the setting sun were just downright picturesque, wow. Footnote, live oaks, I had wondered what the significances was of that designation, it means they do not drop there leaves and go dormant.
We walked down town and viewed a bunch of old cars out on tour for a week around this area. Model T’s, A’s, Buick, Franklin’s, Auburn, Packard’s, a 7 passenger Moran, it had a dash between the driver and two passenger compartments. Had a nice talk with Dave the owner of the Moran, they were greasing his vehicle. jerr
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