Welcome to my Thankful Thursday.
** I am very thankful for salvation through the blood of Jesus Christ. I sure can’t save myself nor anyone else.
** I’m thankful for another year to be with the man I love who stole my heart so long ago. We celebrated our 42nd yesterday. (A few photos below. CLICK on each photo to enlarge.)
** Having dogs is a bright spot in my life. They are a treasure. Like “they” say, nothing loves ya like a dog. 😉
** And although things are not perfect, I’m very thankful to live in America, during this Age of Grace, and especially in our little ‘hood in the Georgia countryside. We’ve got it good and I know it. God has blessed us “… exceedingly and abundantly above all we can ask or think …” All good things come from God.
Yesterday, we traveled a few miles to Brunswick and spent the morning in the Historic District. Started out at the Daddy Cates Coffees. The sugar-free frozen Frappe was excellent! Well done.
Then we drove around the Historic area looking at all the sights.
After that, headed north to Darien in McIntosh County to look around. Stopped first at the old Butler’s Plantation just outside of Darien. Rice was grown there before the War of Northern Aggression. Probably was even after but it’s not now. It’s so hot in this area during the summer. And the biting bugs! Ouch. It’s absolute misery. I don’t know how anyone could stand living there without proper glass windows and air conditioning. It must have been like hell on earth. No wonder so many died before their time.
Also, happened onto a historic cemetery called St. Andrews near the town with the quaint name of Ashantilly. Quite a mouthful, huh?! The cemetery slopes down to Black Island Creek. There’s Spanish Moss draping off the trees, the air is dense and muggy. Reminds me of Florida. Since I’m a historian, I like to stroll through old cemeteries to look at the markers. Some are so creative which says a lot about those entombed there. I always wonder about what their lives where like. What did they like, who did they hate. Where they good people? Where they happy? Where they loved? Did they love Jesus? Are there descendants living in the area still? Could I be related (that’s always possible here)? Anyway, I’m always respectful when visiting and only take photographs.
After all that fun, we’d frittered away enough time to have supper. Off we went to engorge ourselves at a local place called Skippers’ Fish Camp. They offer quite a cuisine for such a small restaurant but we always go for the seafood. That’s the only food Steve won’t cook at home ’cause it stinks up the kitchen. Anything else is much better cooked at our home. Cheaper too.
All that said and done it was time to head home to let the copious amounts of shrimp ruminate. It had been a long day for this old lady. After a meal like that, I have to get comfortable and let my belly flop around for awhile. *lol* (I know. TMI.)
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed the day trip too.