LADY SAVANNAH (My Savannah Ghost Story/or not) As most of you know I recently took a trip to Savannah Georgia with my family. My five daughters, my grandson, my son-in-laws(almost) and my daughters best friend. There was 10 of us total traveling in 2 cars, the Gypsy Wagon (my suburban) was down. It has been a tradition in my family since I was a baby and I am now 46 to take a family vacation every summer and I have followed my moms tradition. So no matter how hard, stressful and chaotic it is, we always take one and we make lots of memories. There is always drama, fighting, crazy adventures, strange things and some fun on these trips. And every year I say I will never go again!! When I am on these trips it is always stressful, because I am the leader of the clan, all responsibility falls on me, all the planning, the plotting and doing. And this year it chaos as usual and it seemed to be a little worse than usual for some reason. The keys got locked in the car, lost the keys at the beach to both cars, broke my favorite flip flops that I had for 5 years, had to change hotels at the last second, almost got hit 4 times 5 if you count the drunk red neck that about totally both cars hauling an out of date camper. We paid over a $100 to eat with some very large cats crawling around our feet that looked like they escaped from pet cemetery I love cats but not while I eating but I guess it was atmosphere. Well it did draw the attention away from the trash can the was under our table filled with seafood remains in 95 degree weather LOL but they all had trash cans under the tables. We got lost several times even with 5 GPS in the car. Some friends drove 14 hours to see us and we didnt get a chance to meet up with them, witnessed a terrible argument that I though would turn to blood shed. Took a ride on a trolley with a driver that really hated her job and her life I am pretty sure. She took us though town doing about 60 with the traffic lights out, I think we took most curves on only part of the wheels I just want to yell at the people crossing the Street LOOK OUT SHE IS COMING IN HOT. She said keep your arms inside while taking pictures and when she put in in the bushes I knew why. I did get some really nice blurry pictures. With all that said I was stressed to the max until we got to Arbys the last day and I meet Lady Savannah. I dont know this ladys name but she changed my way of thinking and my life. Since I met her in Savannah I am calling her Lady Savannah. When we pulled into the parking lot and the kids was at it again I was thinking I cant stand this anymore. Then I saw her, she was a homeless lady with a shopping cart. She was a lady of pride you could tell. She didnt have much but what she did have was well taken care of. She was just standing there folding her clothes trying to cover them with some bags as it was getting ready to rain. She stood there with her back to us dusting off her things just like she was inside her own home cleaning. She never seem to notice we were there. She was wearing long shorts and I notice her legs. They were like mine. They were red and swollen under her knees and even the kids noticed. Mom her legs are like yours they said. She was wearing a little hat and both my mom and grandma wore hats a lot especially out in the sun. When she turned she had several necklaces around her neck like I often wear and my mother always worn. The one that stood out was a large green cross looked wooden and handmade. The strange thing is she looked like my mom in a way. She followed us in to Arbys after a short time. We got our food and she walked around looking for someone that was leaving and ask for their cup to get something to drink they said no and then threw it away. She went the boy at the counter and ask how much for a cup to and he gave her one told her not to worry about it. Before she came in she put on a scarf/shawl and was packing a large purse like my mom always did. Well most of you know I lost my mom in 2011. And this was starting to bring back a lot of old memories. My mother loved the beach and we had just come from the beach. I was so touched by her that when she got up to go to the bathroom I left some money and my curly fries for her and when she came back she looked at me and smiled and mouthed the words from across the room did you do that and I noded I turned away to keep back the tears. She had nothing, no home, no family, no car, no cell phone , no food, no place to sleep or get out of the storm and had the same medical condition as me. But yet she wasnt complaining and she wasnt begging everyone for help she was just sitting there. I felt ashamed that I had been complaining earlier. I was on vacation with my kids driving in our cars talking on our I phones booking rooms, eating expensive food and taking tours while this woman was suffering with painfully legs sleeping on the streets all alone in the rain and weather. Seeing her and thinking that could be me, made me realize how lucky I am to be able to go on vacation with my kids no matter how stressful it is. No matter how rude and sassy my kids are they are still mine and I am not totally alone. I think that was gods way of showing me this is what it could be like, be thankful for what you have. LADY SAVANNAH learned me a lot that day and I dont think I will ever forget her. She was still very dignified and prideful. She put on her shawl and brought in her purse when she came inside. Just like you would when you would get dressed to leave home. She wore her cross with pride and that showed me she still had faith. She was clean and not wollowing in self pity like most of us do. She seemed patient almost like she was waiting for something. Waiting for a miracle. She didnt seem upset just quiet and patient. I bought her some chicken strips and sent them over by my daughter as we were leaving she waved and smiled. We left a zebra print throw that belonged to my Emily on her cart and some water before we left . She saw us leave it and waved. She touched all of us and she never ask us for anything but we could not do enough for her. I now wonder if she was real or not, Maybe she was just an angel or a spirit that came to learn us a valuable lesson. I dont usually buy things for myself while on vacation, but the day before I stopped in a shop on the Savannah Water front and found a necklace that drew my attention it was cheap but it had character. It was a little lady wearing a hat carrying a purse with a gemstone head, and a fur skirt it was gold and I dont really like gold but I knew I had to have it and I had joked about naming her Lady Savannah and then 2 days later I meet the real deal. Even stranger the cost of the necklace was about the very same down to the penny that I left the homeless lady on her table. My little lady Savannah will always remind me of the real one I met at the Arbys on Skidaway Rd in Savannah. If you are ever there look for her. That Arbys is at a crossroads. I will never forget my experience there, still brings tears to my eyes. Maybe she was showing me what is to come and that I should enjoy my kids while they are with me. Or maybe she was telling me to be thankful for what I have things could be a whole lot worse but either way she made me think a lot and I will never forget her. Thank you Lady Savannah for showing what I didnt see. pictured below is my Little Lady Savannah necklace and my mother before she died in a hat like the one Lady Savannah wore in Georgia The resemblance was very uncanny. they appeared to be the same age.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 18:14:53 +0000
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