Dad and I were buddies and many Saturdays we went to town to visit galleries and history. This is a very true memory for me and I smile each time I remember those great days!
Being born in Savannah
Having a father as a sage
Gave me the insight needed
To make the most of my days
Walking into Savannah
Where squares dotted the town
We'd visit the friends in the art commune
Find monuments to walk around
Tomichichi was a an indian chief
He met Oglethorpe at the river
He welcomed the ships that came into port
With the goodies they bartered and delivered
His tomb is in a square downtown
I'll never forget the first time
Dad advised me to walk around this tomb
Then in a half-hearted rhyme
He said,
"The more you go round this gravesite
The better the chance you will hear
Tomichichi say nothing... so listen up
Then make another circle, my dear!"
I'd go around again and again
Tuning my senses for a sound
He never said nothing and that was a fact
Not one word as I went round and round.
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Reviews of "Tomochichi and His Whisper...Memory of Savannah"
Nice story, and your Dad was a sage, he predicted Tomichichi would say nothing and he was right!-- silence from the loam. Sounds like Savannah was afine place to grow up and that there's a lot of history and culture in such a small city! Hope to get to know it one day.
Beautiful memories here.
sometimes when my daughter would complain about this or that to her Nana, my Mom, I would ask her why she didn't talk to me about these things.
One time she looked at me and said, "But Daddy, when I'm with you, I don't think about the bad stuff."
Nothing could ever replace the feeling she gave me then.
Susan, a bond between a father & daughter brings about many fond memories and gives us writers beautiful memories to write about. Your words brought the two of you to life in my imaginations and allowed me to be there in Ga., going round and round with you & your Dad because the images were so great. A fantastic write!
Clever write and clever father, a relationship like you two shared is the ultimat gift in life...I know for I share it with my own daughter. Lovely write Susan/
Fee
What a wonderful father you must have had! I remember growing up and
watching my mother working too hard to support us kids because my father had left. I'm so happy that you didn't have to suffer that.
Wonderful poem and memory. Love, Pierre
I spend my walks through St. Augustine...a similiar historical setting, with cobblestone streets and horse drawn carriages, clip-clopping through town.
I had the opportunity to see Savannah,once, and I found it to be a very spirit-filled city, but one gets the feeling there, that there are two different kinds roaming...
I was somewhat scared, at times...whereas, here in St. Augustine, I don't seem frightened, anywhere. ??? Weird?
But, don't get me wrong...I loved the small shops and B&B's, the food, and I even saw the monuments you speak of...next time I return, I'm gonna try your dad's half-hearted rhyme! :)
Thanks for the bit of history and the quest...
Loved it!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I know that feeling I loved going to a small museum
Called the New York City Museum, it was a history of of the city
I used to visit it at least once a month
Thank You for sharing your piece Susan
Love & Peace be with you
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sometimes when my daughter would complain about this or that to her Nana, my Mom, I would ask her why she didn't talk to me about these things.
One time she looked at me and said, "But Daddy, when I'm with you, I don't think about the bad stuff."
Nothing could ever replace the feeling she gave me then.
Walt
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
watching my mother working too hard to support us kids because my father had left. I'm so happy that you didn't have to suffer that.
Wonderful poem and memory. Love, Pierre
I had the opportunity to see Savannah,once, and I found it to be a very spirit-filled city, but one gets the feeling there, that there are two different kinds roaming...
I was somewhat scared, at times...whereas, here in St. Augustine, I don't seem frightened, anywhere. ??? Weird?
But, don't get me wrong...I loved the small shops and B&B's, the food, and I even saw the monuments you speak of...next time I return, I'm gonna try your dad's half-hearted rhyme! :)
Thanks for the bit of history and the quest...
Loved it!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Called the New York City Museum, it was a history of of the city
I used to visit it at least once a month
Thank You for sharing your piece Susan
Love & Peace be with you
William