Friday, 7 June 2013

My Final Day

So we arrived back from our tour around Georgia on the Wednesday afternoon and we were all flying back to the UK on Thursday evening.  In my mind this meant that I had plenty of time to pack everything up.  I was going to post all my books, along with other bulky items I could fit in the boxes, back home to free up space in my luggage.  I had already collected the boxes and necessary customs forms prior to the Georgia Tour so was sure that all I had to do was tape up the boxes and send them and then pack my clothes - if only life was that simple!

On Wednesday evening I discovered that I needed an extra box to fit all my books in (you wouldn't believe I only went out with 3 books and a Kindle!) but thought I'd be able to do that early on Thursday morning.  However, after getting my third box and getting home, I then discovered I needed extra customs forms from the post office as there was insufficient space to detail everything I was bringing back - so I decided to get these after collecting Mum and Dad from their hotel.  We also had to check-in for our flight and print off our boarding passes which we did at the university library before returning to the post office.  All of this ran smoothly - but that was about to change.

Driving back home from the post office we hit a bit of traffic which was not unusual for Atlanta.  However, as we approached our apartment complex along the main road we could see blue flashing lights in the distance - before our turning.  They had blocked the road and were turning all traffic around.  This was no problem I thought as I knew the route around our complex to approach it on the same road but from the other direction.  Unfortunately, when I did this I found that they had blocked the road from that direction as well.  This was when I started getting a bit panicky!  We only had about two and a half hours until we had to leave for the airport.  Finding a workman I discovered that there was a gas leak - or at least a suspected gas leak somewhere along the road.  We approached a policeman who thankfully had a computer open with a local map upon it and there was a route through the neighbouring housing estate which would come out near our complex and was accessible for residents.  We followed this route and turned onto the main road once more, this time in the middle of the closed of section.  Mercifully the road was empty as, despite driving over 1,700 miles around Georgia, I suddenly found myself driving on the left hand side of the road!!  It took me a moment to realise - despite my parents questioning why I was driving on the left!  Finally, we arrived back home.

We then had a very short time in which to pack all my things up and clean my part of the apartment before leaving for the airport via the post office where we had to post by boxes.  Thankfully, by then, the road was reopened and there was no-one in the post office (at least not before we arrived - there was quite a queue after).  We managed to get to the airport, drop off Mum with our bags, return the hire car and get through security in plenty of time.  However, it did make for a stressed final day in Atlanta, Georgia and the United States - not as I had imagined.  Maybe in the future I'll take the advice from my Dad and get my packing done a bit further in advance!

Before I knew it we were on the plane and it was departing from Atlanta to take us back to England.  My American adventure was at an end and I was no longer a British Methodist Abroad - I would return to being just a British Methodist!  However, do look out for one final post coming soon....

Thursday, 6 June 2013

The Fletcher Grand Tour of Georgia - Stage 8: Hayesville, NC

View of the lodge
View from the lodge
I now come to the part of our Grand Tour which takes us outside of Georgia (so maybe I shouldn't have called this a 'Grand Tour of Georgia).  Anyone who has been reading my blog for a while will know that I have friends who live up in Hayesville, North Carolina which is in the mountains just over the border from north Georgia (if you haven't read it, feel free to follow this link).  We wanted to have one last visit before I headed back over the pond and so thought this would be a nice end to our tour.  Down the bottom of their road is an inn with a beautiful view over Lake Chatuge and so we had booked to stay
View of half the pond
View of the river
there.  However, a few weeks before my mum and dad flew out to Atlanta a couple from Decatur First UMC offered me the use of their lodge which, coincidentally, was located in Hayesville.  We imagined a small log cabin and, although we got the building material correct, it was far grander and more beautiful than we could ever imagine.  There is a pond with a lovely decking area across the middle and then a field which stretches down to the river which also has a covered decking area excellent for sitting and marvelling at creation.

Lake Chatuge from Hinton
 On Tuesday morning we travelled the short distance to the Hinton Rural Life Center where Amy, one of the friends we had gone to visit, works.  On a previous visit I had had the opportunity to drive around the site, but never to get out and walk.  However, on this occasion Amy was able to take us on a walk around some of the grounds and buildings.  It really is a marvellous facility and I know from friends from Candler who have gone on retreat there that it is a beautiful place to stay.  It too looks over Lake Chatuge (which is a huge lake) providing a restful backdrop for retreats and conferences.  They also provide courses to support young clergy and those working in rural situations and have users from all over the United States - even one coming from Hawaii!
 
Looking up to the summit
After visiting Hinton Mum, Dad, Amy, Laura-Clare and I set off back
Looking over the north Georgia mountains
into Georgia (really not that far) and to Brasstown Bald.  This is the tallest peak in Georgia and stands at an impressive 4,784 feet above sea level (by contrast, Ben Nevis is only 4,409 feet and Beacon Hill is 856 feet - according to Wikipedia!!).  Thankfully, one can drive most of the way up and then walk the last little bit.  From the top of Brasstown Bald it is possible to look into 4 different states - Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina and Tennessee.  It was a slightly cloudy day so the views weren't as good as they could have been - but even so they were still pretty spectacular.

Dinner
Brasstown Resort chimney
In the evening we went out to dinner with our friends at the Brasstown Resort, a local sports resort and spa with a very impressive chimney breast and chandelier.  Then, after watching the sun go down, it was time to say our final farewells.  After getting back to the lodge where we were staying, we took a moonlit walk down to the river to see the covered platform all lit up by fairy lights.

Down by the Riverside


Sunset over north Georgia


  In the morning, after packing up, we headed back to Atlanta.  However, we went via Helen, a town in north Georgia.  A resident of Helen had returned from World War 2 to discover that the town was decaying and so suggested transforming it into a Bavarian town, similar to the ones he had seen in Germany.  This they did and it has become somewhat of a tourist spot (as we had discovered on the Monday driving up to Hayesville through Helen, as there was a long traffic jam through the middle of town due to it being a public holiday).  All the buildings had been converted to look like Bavarian houses and there was many a German restaurant and gift shop.  We stopped just long enough to enjoy a cup of coffee and a piece of strudel, and to watch people tubing down the Chattahoochee River, before continuing on our journey.  We stopped just once more before reaching Atlanta - at a Waffle House so we could sample that delight before returning to England.

In Helen

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

The Fletcher Grand Tour of Georgia - Stage 7: Athens

Mum and Dad at the covered bridge
Our journey to Athens was to go via one of Georgia's few remaining covered bridges.  According to Wikipedia the purpose of covering bridges was to protect wooden bridges from the elements.  Our only problem with visiting this bridge was trying to find it.  For once, this wasn't because I tried to find it without our GPS.  Rather, our GPS couldn't find the road on which the bridge is situated.  We were on the verge of giving up when the GPS suddenly discovered where the road was.  However, after spending so long looking for it, I couldn't help being slightly disappointed when I eventually found the bridge as it wasn't quite as impressive as I thought it might be.

Welcome to Athens
The Athens Arch
Administration building
After visiting the bridge we made our way into Athens where we were going to be staying.  Athens is east of Atlanta so our journey northwards had arrived back level from where we had set off.  For once we were staying in the city centre as most of the other places we had visited we had been staying on the outskirts.  Athens grew as a university town as it is the home of the University of Georgia (UGA) and so had a vibrant feel to the city.  The symbol of the university is the twin arch way.  The legend goes that any first year student who walks through the arches will not graduate from the university.  The campus is large but beautifully kept with gardens and interesting designs to their buildings.  Although the arches is the official symbol of UGA the bulldog is the unofficial symbol.  Their sports teams are called the Georgia Bulldogs so the city is bulldog mad. Having a slight interest in sports we headed down to the Sanford Stadium where the Georgia Bulldogs football team play.  They even spell 'Dogs' the way they say it with a Southern drawl.  Our hotel was called the Georgia Gameday Center and was set up to cater for people going to UGA sports matches - so our apartment was also full of bulldogs!

Sanford Stadium
Georgia Dawgs!!
Lampstand in my room
 
 
With the Cannon
During the Civil War someone in Athens developed a double barrelled cannon.  The theory was that it would fire two cannonballs, joined together by a chain, at the same time and so cause twice the damage.  Sadly, on the first trial firing, the two fuses used to fire the two balls burned at different speeds and so one was fired before the other, broke the chain that led them together and they went off in different directions.  The only damage inflicted was on one field of corn and one cow killed.  It was never fired again, although it does still point North - just in case!

Plaque marking the tree
The tree that owns itself
  The final point of interest is The tree that owns itself.  The story goes that William Jackson was so fond of this particular oak tree that, in his will, he left the tree and surrounding land to the tree - thus preserving it's future.  Although it was protected from humans removing it, the will could not prevent the tree from natural degradation.  In 1942 the original tree came down.  However, another tree was grown in the same spot - supposedly from an acorn of that first tree.

Monday, 3 June 2013

The Fletcher Grand Tour of Georgia - Stage 6: Macon

St Joseph's Cathedral
  After all our travelling over the last week or so we were all ready for a bit of a quieter time.  Macon was another place chosen as a good stop off point to break up the journey a bit.  We arrived on Thursday and, after settling in for a bit decided to go for a short drive around the downtown area.  Not learning from my previous experience in Savannah, I once again believed I had no need for the GPS.  However, this time I did go to the effort of writing down the route to take.  In reading about Macon I discovered that they had an historic district and so planned my route around that.  Unfortunately, what looked like a main road on Google Maps actually turned out to be a little lane with some very run down houses on either side - not exactly the picturesque trip I had planned.  Thankfully (with a bit of help from the GPS) we managed to find the nicer part of downtown and did have a nice drive around.

 

View from monument
Monument to mothers
We had a quiet morning in our apartment on Friday morning before heading in to Macon once more - this time to walk around the downtown area (not including those run down places we had driven through the day before).  On a mission to find the post office we went up one of the main streets which took us past a monument to all mothers in Macon, the city hall and St Joseph's Cathedral.  The post office was then opposite the Washington Park which had a lovely stream winding it's way around.
City Hall
Washington Park




Cannonball House
The Hay House
On our way back down to the town centre we went via the Hay House which was built in the mid 19th Century but was occupied by the Hay family during the early 20th Century.  The house supposedly contains many artefacts and works of art from this period, but was unfortunately closed when we were there.  We then continued past Cannonball House - a house named due to the damage conceded during the Civil War.  Apparently the cannonball bounced around the rooms in the house.  The walking tour around Macon ended with the Methodist Church and Confederate war memorial.  After this relaxing time in Macon we were ready to move on towards Athens.
Methodist Church
Confederate Memorial

Saturday, 25 May 2013

The Fletcher Grand Tour of Georgia - Stage 5: Savannah

One of the squares in Savannah
If we were doing the Wesley tour correctly, we should have gone to Savannah first, as Wesley himself had done in 1736; however, as it made geographic sense to visit St Simon's first we proceeded to visit Savannah afterwards.  Every road trip needs a bit of an adventure including taking the wrong road, and ours came in Savannah.  We all should have been worried when I said "We don't need the GPS because it's only down this road."  However... after about 20 minutes on this road, when we had passed all the exits that said 'Downtown' and we still didn't seem to be any closer to anything which looked like a town centre, we started getting a bit nervous.  Then, as the final shops were disappearing from the sides of the road we saw the biggest American flag flying at the side of the road - and we all remembered seeing that as we drove into Savannah on the way to the hotel earlier in the day.  At that point, we decided to plug in the GPS which told us to turn around (I'm sure there's a sermon illustration in there somewhere!)!!  We then had to drive the 20 minutes back just to get to where we started, before heading another 20 minutes down the same road in the other direction past the hotel to get to the downtown area.  What is more, the restaurant we had planned to eat at that evening was on the same road, but in the original direction in which we had gone - so it made for a late dinner!

A Savannah residence
Slightly blurred photo of Oglethorpe
We had two full days in Savannah as we were staying for three nights.  We had heard that parking was difficult and expensive, but we discovered that there was a bus which went from outside our hotel.  So we decided we would give that a go, and it proved an easy and stress free mode of transport (until Dad tried getting a senior citizen rate!).  Savannah was the first city in Georgia and planned by General Oglethorpe.  His original intention for the colony of Georgia was that it would be a place for people who were close to going to debtors prison in Britain to get a fresh start.  The city centre was set out in a very European style with lots of little squares to walk around.  The other great way for seeing the downtown area is by horse and carriage, so we took a lovely tour around the streets and squares of Savannah while a very knowledgeable guide told us all about the city, while driving the carriage at the same time!  There are now preservation orders on many of the buildings as, during the 1950's and '60's they were being knocked down and replaced with new ones.  I did discover on this horse and carriage tour that it was very difficult to take a good photo, even though the horses weren't going very quickly!

 
Christ Church
After the carriage tour we went for a bit of a walk to see the squares we didn't see on our trip round, in particular, Reynolds Square where there was the statue of Wesley, commemorating his ministry here.  Along from Reynolds Square is Johnson Square which houses Christ Church, supposedly the Mother Church of Georgia, and the site where Wesley was priest.  From there we were able to walk back to the bus stop to get back to our hotel.

 
The Waving Girl

We had great plans for all we wished to see on the second day.  We started with a walk along the river front.  The Savannah River is obviously still a very active shipping route as there were great cargo ships travelling along there.  The river front certainly was the main touristy area with many gift shops and candy shops.  Just as we planned to head back into town to see the many things we had not had chance to see, the rain started.  Thankfully it was around lunchtime so we were able to see out the shower in a river front restaurant.  As the rain had stopped we continued a bit further on the river front to the 'Waving Girl statue'.  This depicts Florence Martus who waved to every ship which came along the river from 1887 to 1931.  Looking a
t the colour of the skies, we decided we wouldn't risk staying in town any longer, and so headed back to the bus stop - arriving at the shelter just as the rain started again!

 
Tybee Lighthouse
Fortunately, the weather brightened up later in the afternoon so we were able to drive over to Tybee Island which is one of the little islands.  We didn't really stop anywhere, apart from at the lighthouse which is located at the site of Fort Screven.  On Thursday morning we packed up to head off.  Thankfully, unlike Wesley, we did not have to stow away on a boat as there wasn't an arrest warrant out for us!  Instead, we drove inland to Macon.

Friday, 24 May 2013

The Fletcher Grand Tour of Georgia - Stage 4: St Simon's Island



John Wesley
Sunday, April 4 1736. About four in the afternoon I set out for Frederica in a piragua (a sort of flat-bottomed barge).  The next evening we anchored near Skidaway Island, where the water at flood was twelve or fourteen foot deep.  I wrapped myself up from head to foot in a large cloak to keep off the sand-flies, and lay down on the quarter-deck.  Between one and two I waked under water, beings so fast asleep that I did not find where I was till my mouth was full of it.  Having left my cloak, I know not how, upon deck, I swam round to the other side of the piragua, where a boat was tied, and climbed up by the rope without any hurt more than wetting my clothes.  Thou art the God of whom cometh salvation: thou art the Lord by whom we escape death.
  The winds were so contrary that on Saturday 10, we could just get over against Doboy Island, twenty miles from Frederica, but could not possibly make the creek, having a strong tide also against us.  Here we lay beating off till past one, when the lightning and rain, which we had long seen at a distance, dorve down full upon us; till after a quarter of an hour the clouds parted, some passing on the right, and some on the left, leaving us a clear sky, and so strong a wind right after us as in two hours brought us to Frederica. (John Wesley's Journal, Bicentennial Edition).*

Entrance to Epworth-by-the-Sea
In Epworth-by-the-Sea

  Thankfully, our journey from Valdosta to St Simon's wasn't half as eventful.  We, fortunately, did not have to attempt the journey by boat, but, rather could travel in the comfort of our car, and were able to arrive safely at the first attempt!  For me this really was a bit of a Wesley/Methodist pilgrimage, but it also provided the opportunity to visit a beautiful part of the state.  We were fortunate enough to be able to stay at Epworth-by-the-Sea which is a Methodist retreat and conference centre owned by the South Georgia Methodist Conference.  There were acres of beautiful estate in which to walk and relax, with many accommodation blocks, conference buildings, chapels and a Methodist museum.  The island has the Frederica River going down one side and the Atlantic on the other.

 
Statue in museum
We arrived on the Saturday afternoon, which meant I had to attend the museum fairly soon after arrival, as it was not open on the Sunday or Monday.  It was a really interesting museum detailing much of Wesley's life on St Simon's, plus providing useful information about life on the island during Wesley's time.  Staying over the weekend gave us chance to go to the chapel service on site on the Sunday morning.  This did mean getting up early in the morning as the service was at 8.45.  Therefore, we decided to go off for brunch afterwards.  We had worried that we may be the only people at the church service as there were not many other people staying at the centre.  However, we needn't have worried as there was a regular community of
Lovely Lane Chapel
worshippers who meet there, plus also a group who were attending a marriage strengthening course for members of the armed services and their spouses - just one of the important courses offered by staff at the site.  We received a warm welcome - even getting a round of applause from the congregation when they realised where we had come from!  After a lovely brunch we headed off to the north of the island to visit Christ Church and Fort Frederica.

 
View down what was the main street
We arrived at Christ Church, which is near to the site where both Wesleys and George Whitefield preached, just as their service was finishing.  This gave us chance to look around the churchyard, but unfortunately we could not go in.  However, it would be open later in the afternoon.  So we headed up the road to the ruins of the fort.  The fort had been built by General Oglethorpe (founder of the Georgia colony) as a means of defending Savannah and the other British colonies further up the eastern coast from possible Spanish attacks.  However, Frederica became a thriving town and one of Wesley's main places to visit.  There is nothing much left of the town or the fort now, but historians have excavated the site and found the ruins of buildings which stood there, so people are able to walk around and imagine what life would have been like.  The historians don't only tell you what business would have operated from which building, but also who lived there - this really brings to life what remains of the area.

  For example, one of the houses belonged to Mr and Mrs Hawkins.  Mrs
Outside the Hawkins house
Hawkins caused real problems for John Wesley.  On one occasion, she asked him to come round, which he did somewhat warily. He wrote in his journal that she said:
'Sir, you have wronged me, and by God I will shoot you through the head this moment with a brace of balls.'
Wesley quickly responded:
I catched hold of the hand with which she presented the pistol, and at the same time, of her other hand, in which she had a pair of scissors.  On which she threw herself upon me, and forced me down upon the bed, crying out all the while, 'Villain, dog, let go my hands.'
This continued until the constable and Mr Hawkins arrived.  Mr Hawkins laid the blame with Wesley and told the onlookers not to touch his wife who still could not free her hands from Wesley's grasp.  So she
...seized on my cassock with her teeth, and tore both the sleeves of it to pieces, and then fixed upon my arm.*
Eventually, Mr Hawkins grabbed his wife and removed her from Wesley.  And who said island life is dull??!

 
Ammunition store at Fort Frederica
Overlooking the Frederica River is what remains
of the fort, with a couple of canons and an ammunition store all that is left.  However, the Union Jack still flies over this area as it did almost three centuries ago.  Those with an astute eye will notice that it is an old version of the flag, as at that time Ireland was not part of the United Kingdom - so I'm not sure we can still claim it as sovereign territory!!

Oglethorpe and Tomochichi
 
Christ Church
After visiting Fort Frederica we returned to Christ
Church to look around the inside.  The church was built towards the end of the 19th Century as the previous one had been destroyed during the Civil War.  Inside the church were two stained glass windows of note (well for me anyway!).  The first was of General Oglethorpe
The Wesley's preaching
talking with Tomochichi - a leader of the Creek Native Americans.  Oglethorpe did try to build a relationship with those who were already living in the land when he arrived, and in Wesley's journal we can read of his limited encounters with them.  The other window depicts John and Charles Wesley preaching underneath one of the live oak trees on the island. 
Was this the oak under which Wesley preached?

 
Wesley Memorial Walk
As we left the church we spotted another historic marker almost in the bushes close to where we had parked the car.  On investigation we realised that it pointed to a Wesley Memorial walk.  The walk led to a large Celtic cross honouring both John and Charles Wesley.  Unfortunately, also on this walk were a number of gnats and mosquitoes - so it was a bit of a painful part of our pilgrimage!


On our final morning, after packing up, we headed to
St Simon's Lighthouse
the south of the island and the St Simon's lighthouse.  We have all been reading a trilogy of historical novels by Eugenia Price called 'The St Simon's Trilogy'.  The first book records the life of James Gould who built the first lighthouse on St Simon's.  Unfortunately, that was also knocked down during the Civil War, but this is the second one which was built shortly after the War ended.  On a clear day the view would probably be amazing.  Unfortunately, the storm clouds were gathering as we climbed the 129 steps to the top.  However, the view was still great and the museum about life in the Keeper's Cottage was also very interesting - especially as they had a section about James Gould and the Trilogy.

  With that, our Wesley pilgrimage to St Simon's was over.  However, we continued following in the footsteps of Wesley as we headed north up the coast to Savannah...

*All references to Wesley's Journal are taken from http://www.ministrymatters.com.proxy.library.emory.edu/library/#/000wjw-new/aaf6fab153518614c7e1b8bda45798bc/journal.html