Savannah Day 3: The Birthplace

Juliette Low's birthplace was pretty much the entire reason for the trip to Savannah. I'm also pretty sure that if Juliette Low had not been born in Savannah that the city's tourism industry would be pretty much non-existent. For those of you that don't know about the birthplace, Girl Scouts need to make reservations two years in advance to have a tour and program there. We also had to make up a "pinning ceremony" which we didn't find out until we were in Savannah. I was chosen to be the adult advisor to the girls that were writing the ceremony. (Because I'm cool like that). PAINFUL! They had decided they wanted to "write a song" to go with the ceremony. Have you ever had 5 middle school girls together trying to write a song. With a little coaxing, they wrote a few new versus to an already existent song. Phew!

In the morning, we were scheduled to do a program called "Fabric, Frills, and Fashion." Or something like that. It was all about fashion through the years (corsets, and bustles and all that.) We got to try on corsets...well, the girls were supposed to try on the corsets and somehow I got drawn in too. I think the corseting lesson had the opposite effect that it was supposed to. Instead of seeing how constricting and uncomfortable they were, most of the girls thought they looked pretty good on and I can see corseting making a comeback in the Harrisburg area. Even I wished the lady would have pulled it tighter (perhaps using the foot in the middle of the back method), thought Girl Scouting tends to frown on broken ribs. We did decided the corseting someone to death would be a pretty cool method of murder. Just hook the strings up to a winch and crank away.

After lunch we did a tour of the birthplace (snooze fest) and the ceremony. For dinner we went to the River House Restaurant which I wasn't real impressed with (except they had AWESOME pecan cookies). We introduced some of the girls to letterboxing. They had a fun time with one of them as we had to distract a street artist whose stand was right beside where the box was hidden. Then we went on a ghost tour. It started off a little rocky as the tour guide starting yelling at some of the girls about their use of a Ouija board. After that she was great. We have one girl on the tour that swears to this day that a ghost cat rubbed against her leg during the tour. Hey, who am I to say that it didn't. I didn't have any ghosts touch me or anything, but I did end up with a pretty weird picture. If you notice, there's a branch or something on the tree that is glowing bright orange. Who knows!