Galveston,
I had that Glen Campbell song stuck firmly in my head. It was
raining pretty good so we didn't do a whole heck of a lot when we got
there. Found our house, did some grocery shopping, stopped to buy
umbrellas, let the dog get used to her new environment, listened to
it rain and went to bed.
The
next morning dawned bright blue and beautiful. The house we rented
was steps from the beach and we took Olive over to check out the
surf, which is her favorite thing.
We were
also just a short distance from the Pleasure Pier, but with neither
of us really being “ride” people, we knew we wouldn't be taking
advantage of that, but I must admit, it makes a nice, colorful
background.
In
general, we had a nice relaxing time in Galveston doing some
leisurely exploring on The Strand, roaming around and taking in the
Tree Sculptures, which are carved out of oaks destroyed by Hurricane
Ike in 2008. The Tree Sculpture Tour took us through a beautiful
Victorian neighborhood.
I spotted this little girl on The Strand, where it is fashionable to have your clothes match your candy, apparently.
This Tree Sculpture of the Tin Man & Toto is in the yard of the house where King Vidor, one of the directors of The Wizard of Oz, was born in the front downstairs bedroom.
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| In Memoriam - Galveston's Lost Oaks - September 13, 2008 |
One
day, we went to Sonny's where Greg was happy to order their mug of
oysters. I said, “Yuk!” as I always do when Greg has oysters and
had an excellent muffaletta for myself.
When we got to Galveston, I could only remember one
verse of the Glen Campbell song about Galveston and it went through my brain over and over and over, so I looked it up on
the interweb when I got a chance. Apparently, it is a song about a
soldier missing his girl back in Galveston, written by Jimmy Webb,
who wrote so many of the songs I grew up with.
Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear
your sea winds blowin'
I still see her dark eyes glowin'
She
was 21 when I left Galveston
Galveston, oh Galveston, I still
hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I
clean my gun and dream of Galveston
I still see her standing
by the water
Standing there lookin' out to sea
And is she
waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to
run
Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before
I dry the tears she's crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying
in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston
Sorry for the earworm.
By the way, here's some travel advice
from me. If you stop to buy umbrellas, it won't rain for the rest of
your trip. At least that's what has happened for us so far.
