Pirates, Memorials & Relaxation

Daily Lesson:

Don't let yourself become complaisant. We are here because of the bloodshed from our founding Father's.

Remind yourself we are nothing less than lucky to live this charmed life. Our problems are a drop in the bucket for the men & women of the 1700's

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For me, today was a day of reflection. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of quilt and sadness for the ones that lived and died in this beautiful city. The city is still intact and now all that is left of that time is memorials, haunted houses & cobblestone streets lined with modern day shopping. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to trade in my charmed little life for those times, but I just can't help but to wonder what it was like to be them. We think we have it hard and at times speculate the world is coming to an end. I bet these folks were hoping it would, and often they were right.

Today Jared, Shiloh and I ate lunch at the famous Pirate House situated in the Trustee Garden.  The Herb House (a separate house) was built first in 1734 is and still stands today. It is the most historic spot in Georgia. In 1753 the Pirate House (now restaurant) was opened as an Inn for seafarer's and became a meeting point for pirates and sailors. The Herb House was structurally attached to the Pirate House. This was the site of bloody fights & kidnapping. They would get the sailors drunk and the pirates would kidnap them through an underground tunnel that led about a block to the Savannah River. By the time the sailors woke up, they were out to sea and kept as slaves never to return. That would stink, head to a bar to have a tall boy and end up a slave.
I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me eat my savory chicken caesar salad. I hope the spirits didn't think Shiloh was mocking them. She sure did pull the look off.  I prayed before and as we left that spooky place, begging those spirits to say right where they are and not attach themselves to my shaw. 

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River Street by Tasha

 Afterwards, we shopped River Street for the 3rd day just in case we missed a shop or most importantly a Gelato hot spot (doubtful!) Picked up a few Christmas gifts and dog sitting gifts (shout out to my Mom!) sprinkled with the moments of silence for the lives lost in battle. Savannah has one thing down packed...memorializing people, mostly men for their war-time efforts but we can't forget ole Florence - the waving girl.  Regardless, this City has a whole lot of charm and charisma. We are planning on visiting Tybee Island tomorrow for a day trip since we have man handled Savannah. We are just relaxing now while Shiloh gets a nap in and then we are off again for some delish dinner in City Market. It is a chilly one tonight so, I think we are going to drive. Our car has not left the spot since we got here. All of our travels have been by foot. Feels great! Looking forward to dinner, coffee and sunggles...in that order!

Till tomorrow,
Tasha♥

Our table was directly next to the roped off underground tunnel where
the kidnappings took place. Eekk!
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