I’ve been back home in Albany for five days now, and I’m finally relaxed realizing it’s of no advantage to try moving faster than everybody around me ( if only in my mind).
Don’t take Wi-Fi for granted ~ I could only go online on my laptop to Muzak at the Albany Mall, or the quiet of a library, or heaven forbid, one of two Starbucks in town. Then I discovered this morning that since I was here last June, my hosts installed wi-fi! Oh happy day! But wait—things just got faster (again) when I was getting used to them slowing down.
Now I can do everything from the comfort of the upstairs guest suite, even though the newly built (HUGE) Oakland Library just opened across the highway from Quail Pines, the Lee county suburb I’m calling home.
After an afternoon of probate court run around, I remembered to stop along the way and enjoy some local beauty:
From my apartment here in Brooklyn, NY filled with my friends either evacuated from their homes because of flooding or because they are without power it was very relaxing to look at the quietness of your photos and remember this as a time of year when things generally slowdown and nature takes a breather before winter. Thank you
You are right here in the front of my mind and in the middle of my heart, Judith. Glad the pictures served a good purpose.
Oh Anita, those pictures are so incredible and bring back such memories. Tift Park and the white only swimming pool when Randy Battle and James Daniels and Randy’s cousin jumped the fence in 1963, dove into the pool, swam to the other side and got away before the cops got them. As Randy told it, the white children leaped out like dolphins. They drained the pool and scrubbed it. That event was talked about for years and Peter deLissovoy’s book certainly memorializes it.
So you are in Lee County. Buster Posey, the Giant’s great star is from Lee County. I always wonder what his grandpa was doing in the sixties in Lee County, one of the most racist in S.W.Georgia (next to Bad Baker that is). Glad you have the opportunity to slip back in to that slow paced life, even if it is just for a little while.
One last thing. Those damn turtles. They seem to be all over town. I certainly don’t remember them from when I lived in Albany and I always have wondered what the story is. Maybe you know.
Thanks Dennis…I don’t know the turtle story but will get to the bottom of it before I leave and post other pictures. One thing’s for sure, the ARE all over town.
I forgot to mention one other thing about S.W.Georgia. When we drove down from Atlanta for the 50th Anniversary of the Albany Movement we drove through Zebulon, another one of those frightening, terrible towns. And there on the main street was a BOOK STORE. A book store in Zebulon. Hard to believe. So we went in and it was a fascinating place run by a charming and intelligent woman who not only had books for sale, but also local handicrafts. Book stores to me have always represented a civilized place and it was hard to wrap my mind around the fact that in that awful racist place there was now a book store. Yes, times are changing.