If you smile when you are all alone, then you really meant it… -Andy Rooney
It’s Springtime in the South… well sorta anyways. The cold winter air, still nips in the morning and as the late afternoon sun sets. We have chilly days and then we have warm ones, and then the chilly days are back. But those beautifully warm days, scream Spring. Spring is coming! So naturally shaking of the long dull dust of winter, my soul is screaming, “Where are we going to next”? Where indeed.
The very best part of moving to a new place is all the newness that surrounds you. There are so many places to go, so many new things to see and experience. Here in the lower depths of the South, there is no shortage of places to explore. Some places hold such magnetism, you just can’t resist. Once you hear about them you just have to go and see for yourself. The Ruins of Old Sheldon Church is a place just like that. Irresistible.
This amazing place is located on a side road just off of Highway 17, it would be easy to miss if you didn’t know what you were looking for. One second you’re driving down a Oak lined road littered with Spanish Moss and the next you’re driving past this:
If walls could talk… Old Sheldon Church still stands despite having been burnt during the American Revolution, rebuilt and then ransacked for building materials during the Civil War. Ancient gravesites litter the church yard, and in the very heart of the church itself lies on of Savannah’s more famous founders John Bull. This amazing places has it all history, mystery, and a good bit of soul.
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