Making it to Georgia was another opportunity to thank God for his care as we’ve traveled. Georgia was another milestone. We were headed to Savannah.

Something tells me Georgia wouldn’t be too proud of this “Jerry Lewis” peach. Here’s two others just like him..

We arrived in the early afternoon and took Mel to another dog park. She enjoyed more romping with the local canines.

While at the dog park, Brodee found what he’s been searching for…the perfect sling shot branch. It was in a pile of scraps. He worked on it and ended up with this.

Then we headed to the historical district. Our first stop was the Webb Military Museum. This is another jewel. Gary Webb, collector, curator, and owner, has personally handcrafted this museum, written every narrative, and placed each item himself in the displays. He’s been collecting since he was ten, and it’s all because of the love and respect he has for his parents. Here’s a link to learn more about this place. www.webbmilitarymuseum.com He’s not like any other museum curator you’ve ever met, unless it’s at a children’s museum – he let’s you touch some stuff! But he doesn’t have toys. He has genuine artifacts from wars throughout the decades. Of course, some things aren’t to be touched, but he encourages you to be involved in what you see. Very, very cool. 

These are Gary’s parents. His mom was British, his dad American.

This is a map of London, where his mom lived during Hitler’s insanity. All those red dots represent bombing sites from the Nazis. There is a black dot just left of center about midway up. That’s where his mom lived.

Those white napkins in the box on the left…they belonged to Hitler and came from his Berghof home.

Gary’s business card holder – so cool!

Thank you, Gary, for what you’re doing. It was very special to have spent time in your museum.

We stopped at Leopold’s for some ice cream. They’ve been serving ice cream in Savannah since 1919, in the same building, and the look hasn’t chanaged. And while waiting in line, they brought ice water out to us all, including Melbee.

Next stop was Forsythe Park. Now, this part of Savannah is beautiful. Just like every magazine shows. And this park, it’s just lovely. So many trees, so much green grass, so many beautiful flowers. The fountain was the perfect center piece. Savannah was such a treat.

 Everywhere we walked, it was just beautiful…

We decided a carriage ride would be fun. Felix got plenty of love before we left. Mel got to go, too. While on the ride, our guide told us a very inspiring story. The historic part of Savannah has these green park squares every few blocks in all directions. In each of these squares is a memorial of some sort for those who fought in the Civil War in that area. We heard the story of Sgt. Jasper. He was a Union soldier, and saw one of his men, who was holding the American flag, get hit and begin to fall. Jasper, revering the flag, didn’t want it to touch the ground and was able to grab it just before it did. He continued to fight with the flag in one hand and his saber in the other. He eventually died, but it took eight musket balls to do it. They found him, still with the flag, with his body pressed up against a building and the flag at his chest, so that even in his death, the flag still wouldn’t touch the ground. Isn’t that such a beautiful story? Such honor. 

Our day in Savannah wrapped up with a stroll down River St.