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<\/a><\/p>\nThe sky was so blue.<\/p>\n
Past NASA.\u00a0 It was further away from where we were staying than I thought.\u00a0 One year, when our children were small, we took my mother and daddy here and did the tour.\u00a0 It was so interesting.\u00a0\u00a0 Back in the sixties, space travel was new and exciting and whenever there was a launch, we would gather in the gymnasium at school and watch it on tv.\u00a0 I remember I held a boy’s hand for the first time when Alan Shepard took off in space!\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He, the boy, not Alan,\u00a0was sitting beside me and grabbed my hand and I let him hold it.\u00a0\u00a0 I thought I was in love.<\/p>\n I love the ocean.<\/p>\n Over marshes and rivers.<\/p>\n Mailbox posts. Some looked like dolphins and some manatees.<\/p>\n Just wanted to show you my arm after being in the hospital.\u00a0 One young man had a hard time finding my veins.\u00a0 Stuck me a few times.<\/p>\n More bridges.\u00a0 Until finally we reached a place where we could get to the beach.\u00a0 I could not leave Florida without at least\u00a0sticking my feet in the ocean.\u00a0 This land lubber needed that.<\/p>\n And there it was.\u00a0 Very few people on the beach that day. A couple of fishermen and a woman with her little boy.\u00a0 The water was cold, but that little boy played in it\u00a0like it was as warm as bath water.<\/p>\n The waves were rolling in.<\/p>\n Just a picture to prove we were really there. It all seems like a dream of sorts.\u00a0\u00a0 So much happened in just a few days.\u00a0\u00a0 I just wish I had felt better.<\/p>\n Someone built a tiny castle in the sand and embellished it with sea shells.<\/p>\n But we had to continue on.<\/p>\n Down streets\u00a0under trees dripping with Spanish moss.\u00a0That’s what says the south to me.\u00a0 I love Spanish\u00a0moss.<\/p>\n Past a merry-go-round in one town.<\/p>\n Until we saw this sign. Don’t\u00a0believe it, folks.\u00a0 Bags of oranges were way more than a dollar, but we bought a bag and the oranges are nothing like we get in the grocery stores in Indiana. They are so much better.\u00a0 Juicy and sweet. \u00a0The men running this particular stand were salesmen.\u00a0 They were constantly showing people things and offering samples.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There were the usual tourist gifts. Coconut heads, alligator heads(I wondered if they were real) and t-shirts.<\/p>\n The first night we stopped here to eat.\u00a0 The food was so good, but I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach and I could barely eat what they brought me.\u00a0\u00a0 I think my appetite was still not back, but everything I ate was good.<\/p>\n Just thought this house was unusual.\u00a0 I like houses of all sorts. There are many wonderful antebellum houses in the south.<\/p>\n Does this not make you think of Scarlette O’Hara and Gone With the Wind?\u00a0\u00a0 I can see her now, running off this porch holding up her full skirts.<\/p>\n Some of the houses were not so grand, but interesting just the same.<\/p>\n Wild flowers planted beside the highway.\u00a0 They went for miles.\u00a0 Wonder if they got their seed from Wildseed Farm in Texas?<\/p>\n Almost like a Monet painting.<\/p>\n Out of the sunshine state and back into Autumn once again.<\/p>\n The trees were beautiful.<\/p>\n One town had a Confederate burial ground.<\/p>\n So many died in that terrible war.<\/p>\n Sadly this was how things were back in the day.\u00a0\u00a0 This was in Madison, Georgia.\u00a0 It truly was a beautiful town.\u00a0 General Sherman, in his march through the\u00a0south,\u00a0evidently didn’t hit this town because all the antebellum houses were intact.<\/p>\n Some of the towns had places like this in the center of town.<\/p>\n One honored the Cherokee Indians.<\/p>\n We even saw Mulberry Street, but there were no parades.<\/p>\n If you were a child growing up in the fifties, you probably saw this movie on the Walt Disney Show one evening.\u00a0\u00a0 It’s about Uncle Remus, Brer Rabbit, Brer Bear and Brer Fox.\u00a0 A long time ago, a little boy say at the knee of former slaves and listened to the stories they would tell.\u00a0\u00a0 One day these stories were written down for all to read and then Walt Disney loved them so much, he made a movie about them.<\/p>\n t I bought a book.\u00a0 There were books written in the dialect of the former slaves and how they told the stories, but it was hard to understand, so I bought one I could read.\u00a0\u00a0 This is not the original author.<\/p>\n This is Pat who worked for the museum. 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