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Creek Life – Water Views

I have lived in Savannah for ten years.

My first house was in a beautiful neighborhood called Dutch Island,  a tight-knit community with great amenities – a fantastic pool and playground, tennis courts and a boat ramp and dock. Just look at my little ninja on this cool tree:

Waiting to see the elf

Waiting to see the elf

I have a fabulous house for sale on Dutch Island at the moment – check it out here. Technically, it’s on the water…albeit the water is a lagoon.

Dutch Island House for Sale

Even though we loved our house, DH and I really wanted to be either downtown or on deep water. We looked and looked, and one day another Realtor called me up and said,

Hey Wendi, I have a house I just know you will love!

The moment I saw it – BOOM – I knew that was the house for me.

This was the view when we first moved in:

May 2016 View

Unfortunately, 5 months later, Hurricane Matthew hit us. This was the view afterwards: Post-MatthewHard to believe the slide survived! We made the repairs, and when Hurricane Irma hit last year, we were lucky and didn’t sustain any damage. But we felt like we now had oceanfront property because even the marsh was covered by water! Post-Irma

This past winter, we had snow one day and it actually stayed on the ground for a few hours. Creek Snow

Now, if you live on the water, I don’t have to explain how wonderful it is. Every day you have a different view. When we look out at the water, we are facing north, towards South Carolina. We can see the cargo ships coming into and out of the Port of Savannah.Cargo Ship

You might have noticed, the pool deck has been completely redone, and the slide is gone. We redid the back yard this summer. It has opened up the view even more!

We’ve enjoyed some incredible light shows this past month, when the clouds have built up and it has started storming, usually over South Carolina.

Rain in SC

Rain in SC

Sometimes it makes it over the river and marsh to us, but many times it doesn’t.

Lightning Bolt over SC

Lightning bolt over SC

 

 

When it does, it is incredible.Arc of Lightning

Pool lit by lightning

This is the pool lit up by the lightning bolt!

 

I really don’t think I will EVER get tired of this view! Would you?

Cool cloud

If you would like to find a fabulous waterfront home in Savannah, feel free to contact me. Or you can visit my website.

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Paulagate – The Downhill Slide of Paula Deen

Living in Savannah as I do, I have taken a keen interest in the whole Paula Deen fiasco. Paulagate, as I like to call it. I have watched the interviews and the local news coverage talking about the possible impact on our city. I’ve overheard discussions and participated in conversations. My favorite take was Wanda Sykes‘ on Jay Leno.
The whole thing reminds me of a giant snowball rolling down a mountain, becoming bigger and bigger and more distorted on its way downhill. Paula Deen going downhill fast

Kind of funny but mostly just unbelievable.

But the unpleasant episode has made a lot of people stop and think, including me. Not only about racism – the obvious topic – but about my own individual feelings and actions, whether they’re blatant or not. And how my personal history influences my thoughts and actions when it comes to dealing with people of different races and cultures.

I was born and raised in Saudi Arabia, on a compound that was, in effect, segregated from the local culture. But my parents, who are both from the South, made a point of socializing with people from various different countries. Among their best friends: Indians, Armenians and Jordanians. I don’t remember ever hearing a derogatory or racist comment coming from either of them.

During our time there, we had a “houseboy,” who helped with cleaning and laundry and cooking. He came from Pakistan, and he was sending money back there to his wife and family, who he visited often. He was a part of our family, and I loved him dearly. He would tell me stories about growing up in Karachi. He was not a servant – he was doing a job to make his and his family’s life better. When I heard he had died several years later, I cried.

Then I moved back to the South. I spent more time with my grandfather, who told racist jokes. That both surprised and bothered me. What surprised me even more was that my parents thought the jokes were funny. But they just said, “This is the South,” as if that made it okay.

I attended UT in Knoxville for a couple of years. I didn’t know anyone there, so at first I hung around with the high school students that attended my mother’s boarding school. A lot of them were from the Middle East and Africa. I remember walking down Cumberland Avenue (aka The Strip) one day with one of them, a boy from Somalia, and I was almost attacked by a white male student. He yelled racial slurs at my friend and called me a whore. It was unnerving, and it made me feel very embarrassed for my friend. A year or two later, I met an African American and spent some time with him. He was actually surprised that I felt comfortable being with him!

I got out of Knoxville as soon as I graduated from college.

I’m not proud of it, but over the years, and on subsequent trips back to visit my family, I admit that I began to laugh at some of those jokes, and even tell some myself. It’s an easy thing to just go along with the crowd. Way too easy. But I never thought of myself as a racist. And I only used the N word once, when I was a kid, and I had no idea that it was a bad word. The boy I said it to almost beat the crap out of me (sorry Reggie)! I never uttered that word again.

Paulagate has brought all this up in me, as I’m sure it has brought the issue up with people all over the country. And I, for one, am going to be more conscientious about my own thoughts and actions. Going along with things is just as bad as doing them yourself.

My thoughts on Paula? She is a product of the South, yes, but she also knows better. And as a public figure with a significant empire, she is held to a higher standard. But the fact that her sponsors have been so quick to judge – and to drop her – is even more disturbing. Who among them is so faultless?

What I think is, she needs to do something to redeem herself. And I came across this “Open Letter to Paula Deen,” a post incredibly heartfelt and eloquently written by a fellow southerner, an African American. It offers the perfect opportunity for Paula to do something to make things right! Please take a few minutes to read the letter and see if you don’t agree.

I’d love to hear  your thoughts on Paulagate…and whether the whole thing has made you reevaluate your feelings on the issue of racism.

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