Faith, Folklore, and Friends

I have been to numerous restaurants who claim to have the South's best catfish.   This place nailed it. The restaurant's parking lot is bigger than the rest of the town. They don't do reservations.  No matter who you are, you have to wait on the porch until there is room for you. We were there on Thursday when the doors opened at five, and didn't have to wait but a few minutes.

One of my favorite things about the south is the Spanish moss that grows everywhere near the Gulf Coast and the southern Atlantic coast. The photo above is from Colonial Park Cemetery in Savannah, Georgia.   Spanish moss doesn't grow here in Northwest Alabama, but traveling south through Alabama, you can begin to see it long before you get to the coast. The photos below were made at Live Oak Cemetery in Selma, Alabama. I was totally fascinated by Spanish moss the first time I saw it on a trip to Florida. At a rest stop, I collected a handful of it, hoping to start some on our trees when we got home.  I stored it carefully in a zip-lock bag.  When we got back home and unpacked it, the bag was full of tiny bugs, which brings me to this story. One of our tour guides in Savannah told us that the origin of the saying, don't let the bedbugs bite , came from people stuffing their mattresses with Spanish moss back in the day before we bought mattresses.  I can't fi

Southern Living says that Savannah has the most beautiful streets in the South.  The streets of Charleston and St. Augustine and New Orleans are all unbelievable, but  after walking these streets in Savannah a few weeks ago, I'm thinking Southern Living may be right.

I am the  rose   of   Sharon , and the lily  of  the valleys.   ~Song of Solomon 2:1

James Oglethorpe must have been having a good day when he laid out the plans for the new city of Savannah, Georgia.  He designed the houses and businesses around a series of twenty-four public squares.  There are twenty-two now; all different, all beautiful.   These squares provide the perfect resting place on a hot day when you are walking and gawking like a tourist for hours. 

Way down in Columbus Georgia Lord I wish I was back in Tennessee Way down in that old Columbus Stockade My friends all have turned their back on me.  Go and leave me if you wish to Never let me cross your mind In your heart you love another Leave me, little darling, I don't mind  Many a night with you I've rambled Honey, countless hours with you I've spent Thought I had your sweet love and your little heart forever But I find it was only lent. Go and leave me if you wish to Never let me cross your mind If in your heart you love another Leave me, little darling, I don't mind  Last night as I lay sleeping Oh, I dreamed that I had you in my arms When I woke I was mistaken Lord, I was still behind these bars  Go and leave me if you wish to Never let me cross your mind If in your heart you love another Leave me, little darling, I don't mind  Lord, I've got the walking blues. Columbus