Breakfast In A Bag and Andersonville

3/14/14  Friday at Unadilla,GA (Southern Trails Resort-ROD)

Thanks to the efforts of Sharon and Julian our group of 19 got together at the clubhouse to cook our breakfast in a bag. Here is how it works: everyone contributes an element or more of an omelet like bacon bits, ham, sausage, shredded cheese, green pepper bits, mushrooms, brocolli, spinach etc. These are lined up along a table. Someone will have mixed the proper number of eggs (¾ C per person) to ladle out. Now the process: Each person gets a quart Zip Lock freezer bag (Safeway bags will melt), writing their name on it with a permanent marker. Next put your “bits” in your bag with the eggs in last. Squeeze your bag to mix its contents then squeeze out all the air and seal. When all bags are ready place them in boiling water for 20 minutes. Usually they use a turkey cooker. 19 at once may have been too many because some weren’t completely cooked when pulled out. You simply let the omelet slide out of your bag onto your plate. Very hot and oh so yummy!

Right after our great breakfast 9 of us drove in 3 cars to Andersonville National Historic Site (NPS) (free). This site is all about Prisoners of War (POWs), the only national park serving as a memorial to all American prisoners of war. This particular prison was the largest in the confederacy, covering over 26 acres in the end, holding about 45,000 prisoners over time with 13,000 having died mostly from starvation, disease and exposure. Double click on an image to enlarge it. The wooden structure is a replica of the North Gate, where all the prisoners entered this smelly pit of misery.

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There is a national cemetery here too holding not only the POWs who died here but other military personnel as well. I have images of the 1st buried, his brother and the last buried of the Andersonville POWs. There was a group of POWs called “Raiders” who roamed among the prisoners stealing, threatening and killing. The prisoners were allowed to form a group called the “Regulators” who worked to control these guys. Eventually the “Raiders” were put to trial then executed. Because of this they were buried apart from the rest. Among those not from the Andersonville group are POWs from the German Stalag 17 (XVII). New York had the most of its citizens buried here and honored them with a moving monument. On the back side there is an angel looking down at the man on the left who is looking up with hope while the one on the right is dejected. They said that those with hope were more likely to survive than even healthier men. Clara Barton was even here to raise the flag over this cemetery and help name/identify who was buried here – shoulder to shoulder in long trenches.

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On our way back home we took a brief side trip to the Andersonville Civil War Village. The best part was the flowering pear blossoms. The town itself was small and just tourist shops so we continued on home.

village

We were amazed at how well those omelets held back our hunger. It was almost 4 pm when we got back to Miss Zanzibar, now feeling hungry so we went right ahead with supper. Mm Mm good fish. When we were finished we joined the group around Bill’s great propane campfire. Lovely end to our evening – sunset.

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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