Anna sent Flat Stanley to stay with us a few days and come with us on our adventures. I think the book by Jeff Brown tells that he was smashed flat by a falling bulletin board, but that was Ok because other than being very, very flat, he was fine, and he discovered he could go lots of places he couldn't before, and could even fold himself up in an envelope and go anywhere he wanted for a vacation. At the end of his time here, which will be tomorrow, we have to send him back to share his travels with Anna's school class.
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| Checking out the pecan grove in Spring. |
Do you recognize him Anna? We had to make him some new clothes, as we thought he would be too hot in the black ones he came in.
We have taken him on the red clay roads, to see the Georgia pines, down to the river, and to the museum and graveyard to learn about the history of the area.
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| Dublin Museum - used to be their library. |
It has been fun for us as well, to take a few extra minutes to understand the beginnings of this part of Georgia, and connect it with the many historical novels I have read over the years.
The day we went to the Onconee River, they were having a catfish catching competition, with proceeds going to a young cancer patient.
People were having barbeques and swimming in the river.
It's hard to realize that years ago, all the tools, clothes, furniture, and crops were shipped up and down this river to supply all the country around Dublin, or be taken to Savannah on the Atlantic Ocean to be shipped to New England or Europe.
We attended a special program in Dublin's oldest graveyard behind the First United Methodist Church, built in 1894. Some of the people we are working with were participating in the planning and acting, and we brought our friend Carolyn along too, for a delightful evening.
| Wealthy Dublin residents from the 1800s. |
| History from the viewpoint of house slaves. |
| Marina and mom Polly. We are trying to help Polly's mom Deana prepare to visit the temple and bring her beautiful family back into activity. |
It was called Walk Among the Shadows. We went on a guided tour through the graveyard in the evening. As we passed certain gravestones, people impersonating the deceased would act out a little vignette telling about their lives and how it was in Dublin so many years ago. It was a very interesting evening. The actors were amazing - no notes in spite of all the facts they had to remember (a detail our alzheimer friend was keenly aware of.) Most were a little humorous; some sentimental; and it was delightful for us to see our young friends depicting a trio of children as they danced and played around the tombstones.
You can see that it was dark by the end of the evening - we could barely see to walk, and the small lights throughout the graveyard made it seem like a magical place. One could easily be transported to an earlier time in history.



















