So I’m jumping around a bit.
There was so much history coming at us so fast, and I really wanted to get the info about the Saltus/Habersham/MANN house onto the blog. There’s usually some sort of secondary theme to our trips. The primary reason lately has been finding out more about the family of Martha Mann, who married Sugar’s distant cousin Thomas Bateson of Lancashire, England, then New York, then Savannah, Georgia.
A blog post is like a page or even a chapter in a book. An entire blog is like a never-ending manuscript, unless, of course, the blog writer DIES. So perhaps you are searching the internet for something specific, and you land on a blog post. It’s like when you are trying to decide if you want to choose to read a particular book, and you open the book randomly and read what you see. Do you like it? Are you going to read the book? Do you just want to read that page and then walk away? I personally have never done this. I have to read the entire book, start to finish, and I never skip over to the end to see if I like the ending. Ruins it for me somehow, like there’s a book police monitoring my activity.
Perhaps you have landed on this page. You couldn’t possibly know that I’ve been writing about the Bateson/Mann family and their connections for months. You wouldn’t guess that enough time has lapsed for Sugar to order a cemetery marker for the Bateson family, and for it to be installed. You might have landed here because of your search for the Saltus people or the Habersham people or the Bateson people.
I have to jump back in time now to the post about when we viewed the Arsenal in Beaufort. It didn’t seem right to continue with the day after we’d started with Daniel Mann stuff.
You know that our day continued with lunch, which was a block away from the Arsenal at Lowcountry Produce. My BabyGirl and I had had a stroll around Beaufort less than a week before, and we stopped at the City News Coffee Shop, across Carteret from a place that looked named for a produce stand, yet no one was leaving with bags of vegetables. That was my next choice for lunch, and Sugar was game.
What was this wonderful building? Why, it’s the old Post Office! Sugar choked a little here, ’cause he’s a mail carrier.
He wanted to walk over to see the George Mosse Stoney house, the other one, not the one that became the Sea Island Inn, because that one is no more.
We’re only a block away from Bay, and look at all the traffic backed up. If you are in Beaufort and you want to go to the barrier islands, you have to cross this bridge. Sometimes, the bridge is open for passing boats. Oopsy for those drivers today, but photo opportunity for me.
The sea wall made of tabby.
And a few random shots thrown in at the end.
I have to say here that WordPress has changed their blogging template for new posts, and I’m a bit challenged. I don’t want the photos stuck together in a run-on fashion, like a bad sentence gone amok. When I add a caption, the photo re-inserted itself somewhere randomly in the post.
Ten, or a hundred, years from now, no one will care. But I care today, because I want these little stories preserved just so, and I’ll stamp away now and tear at my hair a bit…