Farewell, Savannah
by Elouise
secrets of the Deep South
are etched in and on my body
scars and memories fester
even as they grow faint with age
what I love about Savannah
no longer makes up for what I loathe
steaming fear and flashbacks
to my growing up years sometimes boil
transporting me back to childhood trials
and the belief that I’m a misfit
not entitled to happiness or joy
or feelings of deep satisfaction
hence the necessity of these two words
I don’t want to say–
Farewell, Savannah
I’ve been pondering these two words for the past week. My youngest sister (#4) is selling the last house she and her deceased husband, and our deceased parents lived in. It’s a small, cozy, beautiful little house. Full of memories and full of heartache.
I didn’t grow up in this house. I grew up in a large house that looked out on the Vernon River (above). I only know the house that’s now up for sale because I visited as often as possible after my parents moved in. It’s a lovely house in a small semi-rural community. A great place to visit. Neighborhood houses are built along and near marshy muddy banks and creeks near the end of the Vernon River.
It isn’t that the house holds memories (it does). It’s the reality of the Deep South and the way it both encouraged and covered up abusive behavior in families like ours, in churches, in schools, and in work places.
Sometimes, when I’m discouraged or frightened, my mind, body and emotions revert to childhood fears and realities of my growing up years in the Deep South. Especially, but not only, my father’s treatment of me. I’m tempted to believe The Big Lie that says I’m Nobody. Or the other Big Lie that says Things Will Never Change.
It’s time to move on. Which is exactly what my youngest sister is doing. I celebrate her bravery and her sense of adventure as she moves from Savannah to be with her granddaughter and family far from the shores of the Vernon River.
Thanks for stopping by.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 April 2021
Photo of the Vernon River taken by DAFraser in 2010
(((HUGS))) and prayers for you!
Prayers and bestest wishes or your sister. Sounds like it will be a good move for her.
🙂 ❤
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I love the line “what I love no longer makes up for what I loathe” … a powerful amount of information loaded in there.
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Indeed. The beauty of Savannah is unmistakable. So is the tragedy of its past history on every level–family secrets, the reign of cotton (slave trade), double standards for black and white citizens, segregation fought for and died for. The current (Democratic) mayor is black and excellent. The Democrats are in the ascendancy (yay!), and yet the old ways (male privilege, white privilege, wealth privilege) continue and are fighting back. Scared. It isn’t just Savannah. It’s most of the Deep South states. The fact that Georgia went for Biden was wonderful; yet the powers that be are already trying to set things up so something like that doesn’t happen again. More important than all that, my own childhood and teenage history in Savannah left much to be desired. I’m grateful to be where I am today, thanks to tons of personal work.
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Many years ago I read “Brokenburn: The Journal of Kate Stone, 1861–1868”. Even though it was set in Louisiana it gave me a great insight into the thinking of plantation owners. I read into it that by the end of the Civil War, the young woman had tempered her views somewhat, after all she personally experienced. But the thinking is deep-rooted and she was still a woman of her times.
All the same, it was a great insight for me and I still clearly remember reading it. (lots of swamps, too).
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Your next to the last line says it all–for too many white women. The horror is horrible; now what?…… Thanks for title. It looks like a good read!
Elouise
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Hurrah for your sister.
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Thanks, Don! This is a great move for her.
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