Cathedral of St. John the Baptist, Savannah, GA

In June of 2008, George and I took our Anniversary Trip to the Charleston, SC and Savannah, GA area. On that trip, we saw many gorgeous sights. Most of you know that we love to visit and photograph waterfalls, but you may not know that we also enjoy visiting beautiful churches. Through the years, we have seen quite a few churches, but this one, in Savannah, GA, was one of the most gorgeous of all. This church, located in the historic district, is 124 yrs. old--and is the “Mother Church” of the Savannah Diocese. If you ever get to Savannah, make sure you visit this magnificent church. Above you can see the outside front of the church. Below are several more pictures from the inside, plus one of the steeples. Please take time to enlarge the pictures for better views.




This is the altar. Note the beautiful windows above the altar.




The altar--with the Bishop's Chair in the background; The hand-made marble altar weighs 9000 pounds and came from Italy. To the left are some of the Transept Windows and the Holy Oils Ambry.




A good view from the altar looking back toward the entrance; Note the pipe organ (above the entrance), the gorgeous ceiling and the entry way into the cathedral.




This is called the Tabernacle, the place of reservation for the Blessed Sacrament. The altar in front of the Tabernacle is called the Altar of Reservation.




The pipe organ (in the balcony above the entrance) was built in Massachusetts and installed in 1987.




Note the gorgeous ceiling --looking toward the altar. What Beauty!!!




The small wood carvings next to the stained-glass windows are "The Stations of the Cross".




One more look at the outside of this gorgeous cathedral; These are the beautiful steeples of the Cathedral of St John the Baptist. Visit it when you can!!! It is truly awesome and will take your breath away.
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In Memory of Paul Harvey

Did you like Paul Harvey??? We did and will miss him so, for it seems that he always had something good to say. Paul Harvey died yesterday --so I decided to post this blog in his memory. Thanks Paul.. We all will miss your wise advice.
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Paul Harvey Writes:
"We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

-- I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

-- I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

-- I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

-- And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

-- It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

-- I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

-- I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

-- When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

-- I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

-- On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

-- If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

-- I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

--When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

-- I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

-- May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

-- I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

-- I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

-- May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

-- I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life".
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I'm sure if Paul were here right now, he'd say: "And now you have heard the REEEEEESSSST of the story". Paul Harvey--you will truly be missed.
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