menopausebarbees
... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

Hush Puppies, Oysters, n Fried Green Tomatoes

I was told I was gonna fall in love with this award winning city.  I was told the food, history, shopping, and charm would embrace me as would the extreme heat and humidity.  I was not over-sold.  When I arrived at the Belmond Charleston Place Hotel in the heart of Charleston, I was eager to study the historical roots of the oldest and largest city in the U.S. state of South Carolina.  After a night of indulging in crab cakes and watching my fiancé’s work crew devour fried green tomatoes, raw oysters and hush puppies, I contentedly walked back to our hotel listening to the Cicadas. O.K. for all you Pacific North Westerners, like me,
Cicadas are insects, best known for the songs they sing. This night, they had a full on chorus!

Full disclosure- I was born and raised in the PNW.  A fly, spider, or beetle are likely to send me into orbit.  This girl is not ready for anything that can make such noise and leave shell casings like the apocalypse was coming.

The next morning as Eric and crew were in meetings, I found myself alone in the Charlston museum.  As my fortune would have it, a curator was on hand doing an exhibition, so I folded into the group.

Historians estimate that nearly half of all Africans brought to America arrived in Charleston.  Looking at the artifacts and remnants of our ancestors, it was hard to comprehend that I was standing on soil where the Civil War was fought.  Slavery was the major cause of the Civil War which was fought between Northern and Southern states between 1861-1865. As a Menopausebarbee, I had to reckon that this was only a century before I came to be. I imagined the exhaustion from the heat tilling the rice plantations. I imagined, our ancestors in a foreign land, with a foreign language, and utilizing their skills to create immense wealth for plantation owners.

Seeing is believing… So, I wondered off from the tour and snapped these few photos and artifacts from the museum.

Wherever I travel, I make a point to visit the museum to see what lies beneath. Back at the confines of the beautiful hotel, surrounding by Designer shopping, million dollar homes, and horse drawn carriages taking tourists on exhibition, I couldn’t help but feel the legacy of our ancestors. Charleston is indeed beautiful. But, we must remember never to forget how it came to be.