The weekend seemed like a perfect chance for a getaway to an unknown destination! My husband George and I packed a suitcase and headed for the island of Galveston, Texas. Having been born and raised in Houston, Galveston was only an hour and a half drive.
As a teenager, my friends and I would gather up and head to the beach. Weiner and marshmallow roasts would satisfy our hunger and also provide a lovely fire in the moonlight. We would dance in the sand with our music blaring from one of the car radios. The feel of the breeze blowing across the water and the sound of the waves lapping at the shore still lingers in my memory.
On this particular weekend George and I decided we wanted to take the "Pink Jeep" tour and see all of the magnificent architecture that Galveston has to offer. We are sitting in the pink jeep looking out the window as we began our trip.
The guide was extremely knowledgeable about the history of the island. As we were driving along it began to get late afternoon. The light and shadows were playing tag as they grew long and short between the buildings and homes.
Colorful stained glass cathedral windows reached for the sky in tribute to a Higher Source.
Houses with gingerbread cornices and carved post sentinels stand so straight as if watching over the families inside.
If one does not know the history of this island then noticing the details is important. In 1900 a hurricane hit Galveston Island and claimed 4000 lives. The city was flattened. In the last 112 years she has rebuilt herself many times over. One need only ride around in a pink jeep and see the pride and determination that permeates all of her magnificent structures.
The Lady of the Sea statue remains in a constant vigil looking out toward her city and her people.
