I’ll remember Stop #52 of our boat journey mostly for the reminder that history matters — the history of a friendship and the history of a nation.
Pam Warnken and I met decades ago, as Navy officers. One year, when I was recovering from “break-up blues,” she invited me to Columbus and persuaded me to join her in 1800s dress-up to act as tour guide for an historical home. She knew I needed a distraction. She also knew the history, and she knows it still.
Pam picked us up at the marina, drove us to multiple stores, and then gave us a windshield tour of the fabulous Antebellum (pre-Civil War) homes. We ended with a stop at the Friendship Cemetery — I love that it’s called that now — where Southern women decorated the graves of both Confederate and Union soldiers who were buried there. They did this just one year after the Civil War ended. What a gesture of reconciliation, by the side that lost! Imagine if we had more of that spirit in our nation today. (It was called Decoration Day, the origin of what we now call Memorial Day. Some towns other than Columbus claim the origin.)
Thank you, Pam, for a most welcome distraction from boat maintenance and laundry and trip planning.
By the way, our 2nd night at Columbus Marina was interrupted by a most peculiar sound. Tap-tap-tap-tap, on the bottom of the boat, loud enough to wake me. I woke up Jeff, because any unusual sound concerns me. “It’s fish,” he said. Huh? Apparently they like to feed on algae that grows on the bottom of boats. Huh. It sounded like they were having a feast. It’s a good thing we can’t see the bottom of our boat. Photos and captions below.