Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!

Cottage Cheese: HE'S A RUNNER!

To contact us Click HERE
Labels.  Nick-names.  Memories.  Selective Memory.  Telling it like it was.  The good ole days.

We received a truly honest and heart-felt Thank-You note from a recent guest this week.  It was from a teacher who had recently stayed with us at Fiddler On The Creek Cottage.  She politely thanked us for our MTLC (Mermaids Tender Loving Care) and told us how wonderful her cottage had been.  Then, she added a little tidbit that started me to thinking.  She said she had really needed the break from teaching and her students and that the experience had helped her make a mental adjustment so that she could return to her teaching duties and make it the rest of the year.

Poor thing.  She sounded as if she had had a challenging year, but you could tell she was a wonderful teacher and was really dedicated to her students.  It got me thinking and ya'll know how dangerous that is!  Times sure are different.  I remembered being good in school when I was a little boy.  Polite.  Obedient. Respectful.  I can remember my mother saying, "Ya'll act like a bunch of wild animals around here, but don't let me catch you cutting up out in public.  Ya'll know right from wrong and you better remember your manners.  If you get in trouble at school I hope the teacher wears your bottom out and just know you'll get it twice as bad when you get home!"

My mother.  I loved her dearly.  The most honest, sincere, funny, loving, gracious, well-mannered and conscientious person I ever knew.  She wasn't kidding just a little bit!  It was well known in all circles that if any adult saw one of her children misbehaving in church or school or anywhere in public they had her permission to tear us up and then let her know about it.  When we got home we'd get double whupped for showing out in public and for casting aspersions about her ability to raise well behaved children.  Would you believe she had spies everywhere and they did not hesitate to follow her instructions to the letter?

Yes, times were different when I was a boy in grade school. I had never given my teachers a rooster hair's worth of stress.  Funny thing about memories.  They're kind of like the old timey news reels.  If you revisit them often enough you  sometimes remember things you had all but forgotten.

You see.  I had been a good boy, alright.  Except in first grade.  We didn't have kindergarten when we lived, so I had never been away from my mother until I went to school.  I was always so quiet and content to play right by myself at home. Who knew that a new environment would bring out the most god awful,  throw down in the floor, holy terror of a demon child that ever walked the face of this earth.  Yes sirree, bob-tailed, Louie!  They called me The Runner!

My poor mother could not even volunteer at my school for fear that I'd see her and have a complete melt-down.  If I ever caught sight of my mother or her car in the school parking lot I would go off like someone had lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite!  I could have easily replaced Linda Blair in THE EXORCIST.  It didn't matter if the door was locked, the windows closed or what size the person standing between my mother and me.  If I couldn't get to her I'd head straight for her car and slide up under it.  It would take 3 or 4 adults grabbing at me from all sides to pull me from under the car.  I'd be growling and hissing and gnashing my teeth.  I seem to now recall my teacher seeming just a tad frazzled a few times.

        I don't think my first grade teacher had a relaxing beach cottage to get away to after my "episodes".  Come to think of it she retired shortly after I left first grade.  Sorry, Mrs. Williams.

Maybe if she had had a retreat to regain her sanity and to heal from the shin bruises and bite marks I gave her she'd have lasted a little longer.  What do ya'll think?
It's about owning up to our faults and short-comings.  It's about apologizing no matter how much time has lapsed since we erred.  It's about giving yourself permission for a time-out when you need it.  It's about expressing yourself even if you know there just might be consquences.  It's how we learn.

It's COTTAGE CHEESE!

Live Like a Local: Tybee's Community Garden

To contact us Click HERE
Here on Tybee, we are always on the lookout for ways to conserve, preserve, and promote environmental awareness. One such project that includes all of those things is the Tybee Community Garden!

This season is off and running! The garden is meant to be a place where the entire community can experience the benefits of growing, gardening, and taking care of our local environment.The first work day this year was March 13th, but you can still get in on the fun! The garden produces year-round and is completely self sustaining. Participants of the project collect rain water and condensation from around the island to water...no city resources are used! There's even a composting area that uses nature to provide nutrients for all the growing plants.

Plots are available on a first come first served basis, and it is $50 for a 4x8 foot growing space. For information on available plots, and anything else you might need, contact Karen Kelly at 912-786-9719 or email karenontybee@aol.com.

Currently, the garden is for individual consumption and swapping, but hopefully we will see it blossom into a local market with fresh produce for sale! New members are welcome, as long as there are vacant plots available, so make sure to call for information! The garden can always use more supplies, like hoses, rain barrels, and such, so there are plenty of ways to lend a hand!

Last year was so much fun! Just look at some of the plots we had, and the harvest we enjoyed!

Just one of the beautiful plots last year! Check out the Tybee Community Garden Facebook page for more!
There's nothing quite like getting your hands dirty, working the soil, and harvesting your bounty! Visit Tybee's Community Garden next time you're on the island. Its located between the YMCA and the Old School. Stop by, or better yet, reserve a plot and help keep Tybee green! We'd love to see you there!