I bought these long ago on a Girl Scout trip, a kind of pilgrimage to the place where Juliet Low started the organization. See below for what I remember from that trip.
Memories of Savannah
I remember cobblestone streets and wrought-iron fences, and the factoid that iron and cobblestones were everywhere because they had been used as ballast by the ships that docked at the port there.
I think while visiting the docks they also explained something about the water levels; whether they were talking about tides or floods I don’t really know.
Two things stand out about that trip because apparently I was obsessed with horses.
One was my delight in being able to buy these carved Mexican onyx unicorns with my limited pocket money. I found them marked down 50% on a shelf of damaged souvenirs in some shop, the tips of their horns already chipped. I think they were $5 and $10—or maybe they were $2.50 and $5. (The green one is much smaller.)
The other was how, when our group went around downtown Savannah in a horse-drawn buggy, I got to sit in the front with the driver. All of us wanted to sit up front; when the troop leader asked for volunteers, there was an explosion of little girls waving their hands in the air and squealing, “Pick me! Pick me!” Dignified little introvert that I was, I didn’t squeal; I just put my hand up—and that’s why I was chosen.
It’s often the case that extroverts get all the glory—the squeaky wheel gets the grease, as the saying goes—so to this day I still feel gratified by this piece of evidence that once in a while, it pays to be a bit self-effacing.
If you’re a teacher or work with kids, remember to recognize the quiet ones sometimes. You don’t know how much a simple affirmation that they exist can impact their lives.
