The beach cottage

When papa told me he had work to do in Savannah and that he wanted Lane and I to come with him and make a little trip out of it, I instantly started looking for a place to stay on Tybee Island. At this time of the year, a place on Tybee costs just as much as a hotel room in Savannah. And, for papa, the drive to the job site might actually have been closer.

I decided we would stay in a small little beach cottage at the end of the island. An apartment in a historic home.

If you know me, you know how much historic homes appeal to me. I've lived in quite a few.
For some, historic homes mean old, dingy and creepy.

I find them charming, full of character and intriguing.

Within moments of walking in to our home for those few days, papa said, "This is really you."

And it was.


The house sat four houses back from the beach. Here's the view off the front porch. We were so close. There were a total of five apartments - four of the original cottages and one that was previously a shed, which the owner used as his own beach cottage and did not rent out.

Our cottage was meant for us because it was the only one that had an extra little sleeping nook - perfect for a Hoo Bird.




All of the apartments had been renovated in 2001 - with updated paint - in beach colors - on the walls, new appliances and TVs, and updated bathroom with large shower and tile flooring, and some just right furniture.

All of the appropriate historic touches were kept - like the beadboard on the walls, the crown molding and door frames, and the old locks on the doors.

The apartment was long and narrow - and these pictures start from the back of the house to the front. Connected to the the sleeping nook was a bedroom with a queen size bed. The light from the nook, which must have at one time been part of a back porch, would shine through in to the bedroom through what at one time must have been a window.

The bed was tiny but comfy and all three of us - well four I guess - enjoyed snuggling in it.


From the bedroom, you worked your way back out of the house through the kitchen, which was rather large for such a small cottage. We didn't spend too much time in there. We brought easy breakfast and lunch foods and went out to dinner each night.

Lane did enjoy the kitchen table, with its different colored chairs. He liked telling us what color each chair was.

He'd walk around the table, touch each chair and tell us, "Blue chair, ellow chair, green chair y ite chair.




And just as important as all the details of this home, which I don't want to forget, I snapped a few pictures of myself in this home - as I rounded out my 26th week of pregnancy and entered my 27th week.


Off the kitchen was the living space - a nice size room complete with a sleeper sofa, lounge chair, smaller couch, and flat screen TV. This is the room you entered upon walking in the front door.

Lane enjoyed playing with the coasters on top of that old trunk. The babe's basket of toys got left at home, accidentally, so he occupied himself with the one toy he did bring - his Jeep - and with what the beach cottage offered - those coasters and a fish knick knack from the bathroom.

Oh, and he also dumped a bucket full of sand on to that floor one day. So, James and I left the sand on the floor and let him play in it when he wanted.

While we were there, the owner's parents were staying in the private cottage, so we had an opportunity to learn more about the home and its renovation.

Turns out, in the early 1920s, when the home was originally built, these four apartments housed unwed mothers looking for work.

Not too shabby of a place to stay if your in that situation - if I do say so myself.