I have a snow story to share with all of you. I moved away from my home in Buffalo, New York many years ago. My Mom and Dad would visit me in Savannah Georgia in the winter and I would visit them in New York during the summer, all of us chasing after the perfect 70 degree weather.
I changed the routine up a bit one February when my Dad called and asked to speak with my youngest son. This was not out of the ordinary for him to call during football season since they always talked about their favorite team “The Buffalo Bills”, but the season was over.
My curiosity over this Sunday night called came to an end when my youngest
son looked over to me and said ” Grandpa wants us to come up this week because they have a lot of snow”. I jumped into the conversation and my Dad said ” the kids have to get to know snow”.
Two days later along with my two sons I was on a windy cold flight to Buffalo. The landing was so turbulent the passengers applauded the flight crew when we parked at the gate of the terminal.
My Dad was in his usual waiting area with hands full of coats, scarves, gloves and boots that my sisters gathered up for all of us to wear.
Dad and the boys had a great week sledding, ice fishing, skating and fun things kids do in the snow. I stayed inside with my feet on the floor registers trying to stay warm.
My Dad passed away soon after this visit but I’ve never really felt like he left us because there are so many memories like this one.
When I see snow photos I can’t help to think that even when the snow melts the “snow prints” will leave big impressions.
Happy Thanksgiving friends……eat more than one piece of pie
I didn’t stop just to take this photo but I stopped to buy the bag of peanuts. Oh my gosh they are really delicious and you can’t stop eating them! It is not uncommon in Georgia and South Carolina USA to see road side stands with peanuts boiling away in backyard cookers.
The peanuts are green meaning “just harvested” and not the color. They are boiled in very salty water for 3-5 hours. The shell gets soft and the peanuts taste totally different than canned or ball park peanuts. If I had describe them I would say more like a garbanzo bean, at least to me. Keep a bowl or napkin close by to dispose the of the shells, and definitely have a cold drink at hand. On the advise of the locals a “coke”or “sweet tea” is the preferred drink.
If you’re thinking about an appetizer to impress your friends give them a try….
I’m not skipping Thanksgiving by any means but I want to give you all a chance to plan a visit to the Cathedral if you happen to be in the Savannah Georgia area over the holiday season. The poinsettia tree and the angels overlooking the life size manger lift your spirit toward the true meaning of Christmas.
The church is open for a self guided tour Monday-Saturday from 9am-11:45am reopening at 12:45pm-5:00pm. The address is 222 East Harris Street, Savannah to set your GPS. For more information visit: https://savannahcathedral.org/about/
I never pass up the opportunity to get off the Pennsylvania turnpike and take any of the rolling highways through Lancaster, Berks and York county on the east side of the state.
I have stopped my vehicle at the look out points to take a moment of silence to reflect on the beauty I was surrounded by.
We often identify the state of Pennsylvania by the large cities of Pittsburg and Philadelphia that also have some of the best baked breads and “cheesesteak” sandwiches in the world but in between there is a mountain of beauty.
The life of the Amish community is amazing to watch, and encouraged me to pass on my own family traditions to my children and grandchildren. We certainly can use some simplicity in our complicated fast paced world.
The locally owned restaurants feature home cooking with fresh ingredients and the farmers markets are more than a treat and they sell lots of treats!!!
Bring the bug spray, a camera and good walking shoes to take a break from all the noise. I have visited this trail at 2 separate locations and both offer a real treat to see nature combined with American history from the 1800’s. Take note of I95 exit 94 (Savannah-Pembroke Hwy 204) in Georgia. You will […]
This years ceremony is coming together thanks to all the fundraising groups, volunteers and sponsorships. Father Martino from St. Boniface Catholic Church in Springfield will participate for his second time this year. Father Martino has quite a “life purpose” with difficult beginnings in Saigon, VietNam shortly after the war. He was born Father Martino Bá […]
Florence Margaret Martus known as the “Waving girl” would be startled by the size of the ships that frequent the Savannah River today going in and out of the Georgia Port. Visitors to River Street are greeted by the welcoming wave near the east end of the river walk by a statue dedicated to Florence by the city of Savannah in 1972.
The statue of represents the light hearted story of a local girl that greeted ships for a period of 44 years, from 1887-1931. More than one tale may be told but they all represent a period of time when a simpler life certainly had its rewards.