Satilla River Revisited

This is a print of the Satilla River Club by Jo Erbele, now Jo Fabian. I have hung this print in every house and apartment I have lived in, now five houses with Sweetie Pie. It hangs with an actual photo of the house that Daddy took but I can't seem to transfer the scan to the blog.

I also have a great group photo of all of us standing in front of the house from a weekend down there years ago with the Ficklings, Treadwells, Dischers, Kallays, and Adams families and all their children. That was the last time I visited, but I'm glad Sweetie Pie was with me. It must have been about thirteen years ago. All those cute children are in college now. Man, I feel old....

Last night, Sweetie and I went to the hunting club and had a wonderful time with everyone there. What is it about a hamburger cooked on the grill in the great outdoors that makes it so delicious? Yummy!! And again, it brought back so many memories of spending time down at Satilla.

One of my Facebook friends and long-time family friend Kay, read my last Satilla post and reminded me how the kids were all frightened by scary river stories. I had forgotten about it, but I realized that story was probably the reason I imagined all sorts of crazy things whenever I stayed in that house. I never got a good night's sleep because my over-active, crazy, imagination kept me staring at the ceiling, thin sheet and blanket clutched up to my neck, fearing psycho-ax murderers creeping down the sandy, dirt road, coming in through the un-locked front door and pulling me out of the bed. Really.

This is the first time I have ever admitted that I am a scaredy cat, but it's only at night, in a dark, wooded area with an unlocked front door. Ok, so I walk through a wooded area on my daily dog walks and in the very early morning, before the sun climbs over the pine trees, I hear those psycho-ax murderers creeping through the woods. Thankfully, there few times during the month that I have to walk THAT early, but when I do, I talk loudly to Presley in order to keep the creepies away. It works.

Another Facebook and Macon friend, Patty commented on my last post and mentioned hunting armadillos. That was quite the activity when we were in our teenage years. If I remember correctly, several of those armadillos were caught in late night sieges. I had heard that armadillos were moving north, and sure enough this spring Presley and I crossed paths with one on our morning walk. He was quite unperturbed about us, but Presley was beside herself with excitement. I haven't seen him again; I guess he was moving north.