Happy Valentine’s Day and welcome to A Day in my Life. On the 14th of each month I join Little Jenny Wren in chronicling a day in my life simply to record and remember an ordinary day.
Of course today was a special day because it was Valentine’s Day. Randy and I had made plans to spend the day alone and had made arrangements for the boys. John Charles spent last night and today with GoGo and Granddaddy. Zach stayed home and took care of things around here today.
Randy and I both developed colds yesterday and woke up feeling not so good. I took some cold medicines and a shower and felt much better, but Randy felt pretty bad all day long.
We had made plans to visit Callaway Gardens today. The morning started out foggy and wet. We had a few sprinkles, but never really any rain.
We began our visit to the Gardens by visiting the Chapel. It is a lovely, small Gothic-style chapel that sits next to a lake with a picturesque rock bridge. The fog over the lake was very pretty this morning.
We then drove over to the Horticultural Center. We both thought this was a beautiful place. We especially liked the Mediterranean gardens. Unfortunately, all our photos were taken with the cell phone and didn’t turn out very good.
We had BBQ sandwiches at a cafe next to another lake and then stopped at the Discovery Center where we watched a Birds of Prey Show. The bird of the day was a vulcher and I really didn’t enjoy the show too much.
We then visited the Pioneer Cabin. It was built in the 1830’s, but moved to its present site in the 1950’s.
Our favorite spot at Callaway’s is the Butterfly Center. It’s a beautiful indoor garden where butterflies flutter freely around you. I expected to see more butterflies, but still it was a pretty place and it’s fun to see butterflies.
Our last stop in Callaway Gardens was the Vegetable Garden. It’s a 7.5 acre area that has a herb garden, victory garden, butterfly garden, and muscadine vineyard. Of course there isn’t much growing this time of year, but some of the areas were still pretty.
Since it was still early and we had the day to ourselves, we decided to drive over to neighboring Warm Springs, GA to visit Roosevelt’s Little White House.
We toured the FDR Memorial Museum where we talked to an FDR impersonator. He asked where we were from and then told us a story about our town that we were already familiar with.
The following is a quote from the real FDR:
“I will have to tell you a story about Griffin. You did not know it, but we have a place at Warm Springs that used to be called Griffin. It was a little cottage that belonged to the old hotel. The cottage was down under the hill and, in the old days of Georgia, long before we had national prohibition, Georgia was dry -- at least in theory.
And the good people who came to the old Warm Springs Hotel in those days, a generation ago, they could not get anything to drink at the hotel and the men of the family, the men folks, -- not all of them, but some of them -- when morning came, around train time, the train from Warm Springs to Griffin, they would say goodbye to their wives and say they had an important engagement in Griffin that day. So they would start off towards the railroad station but when they got down toward the bottom of the hill and were out of sight they would sneak around the corner to this little cottage and then they would sit there all the rest of the day until it was time for the afternoon train to come back to Warm Springs from Griffin.
That is why we always had a standing joke there about this little old wooden building. We used to call it Griffin and we still do call it Griffin.”
Next we toured The Little White House. It was FDR’s vaction home and the place where he died. I had never been there before and was surprised at how small and simple the house was. I always enjoy being in old homes and on old homesteads, but I couldn’t help but think that most people of my generation would feel that a house of that type was beneath them, yet a US President loved it and considered it home.
We then drove about a mile down the road to the Warm Springs Pools. The pools are spring fed and the water is 88 degrees. The pools are drained now to avoid damage to the historic structure, but we were able to touch the water from a bubbling basin in the pool.
We ended the trip by visiting some of the shops in the town of Warm Springs.
Randy had felt pretty bad all day, but wanted to make it a Happy Valentine’s Day for me and hadn’t complained much about feeling sick. By this time he was getting tired and feverish. We got burgers and fries for dinner, picked up John Charles and then came home.
He’s spent the evening in bed watching a video while I’ve been posting this blog entry. I think he may actually be asleep now. I’m going to do some laundry and light cleaning and then go to bed myself!


