NORMAN — Along the dark, tea-colored creek called Log Landing in Effingham County, an outlet of the Savannah River, people gathered on the weekends to enjoy the white sand, moss-covered oak trees, the soft stirring of the gentle Georgia Coast breeze and the ice cold water.
Back then, I was completely and totally unaware of the priceless history that whispered ever so softly down those dusty roads. If you stand still and listen, you will hear the rustles of history move among the trees. Time and history are trying to get our attention.
Lessons can be learned, if we are willing.
Yet, this day was indeed magical and even more special because my dad and I were spending time together. Oh, how I loved my dad. I would have objected to this little adventure had I known my dad’s real intention.
We gathered all the necessary items for our swimming outing and packed our lunch (peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with chips). Soon, we were barreling down GA 21 and arriving at Log Landing. I couldn’t wait.
We found us a nice corner spot near the creek and set our little picnic spread. I noticed several of the older boys perched high above in a massive cyprus tree about to use the rope to swing out or they were about to high dive in the deepest section of Log Landing. I was too young for this at the time, but what fun they were having. The height frightened me, but the excitement was captivating.
Dad and I were in the shallow section playing around, then he grabbed me and said, “Let’s try something.”
The next thing I know, we were wading out to the deeper part of the creek. Daddy still held me firm, yet the water appeared darker, more menacing than ever. Suddenly, I was afraid. About that time he let me go. This was unexpected.