The houses on Tybee Island reveal the punny humor of their owners. It's our family thing to spy the house signs and blurt them out to each other as we cruise at stop speed on our electirc golf cart. Stop speed, yah, right, LOL, at the most that can be 24 mph. Don't fall off!
The first was my favorite, Sandy Feet Retreat.
Come to find out you can purchase a sign that reads, "Peace, Love, Sandy Feet" or a beachy colored plaque at the souviner shop that says,
"A litte sand between the toes, always takes away the woes."
I'm up for that.
We sailed by a gravel parking place on the left hand side that was next to a white picket fence that decreed, "Minnie Pearl Parking." It was fun to observe that the clapboard house behind the fence was designated "The Blue Pearl", and it's companion guest house said, "Little Pearl."
I was surprised to see a small teal colored house with lime green shutters sporting a sign that read, "The Coral Cottage." I've always thought coral was a pretty pinkish orange. On second glance, maybe it does and they're referring to the color of the front door.
Then there was the house with 3 paddles affixed to the left side of it's front door. We passed it on our right. Each paddle had one word. Read together they made sense, "Paddle, On, Inn".
Ian's favorite was "Go Away", John's was "It'll Do"
We chuckled when we saw "Tybee Queen" and "The Queen Bee". I'm sure you get it, since you're reading this blog.
Second runner up for me was "Beach and Bubble Bungalow". I'm all for alliteration, like "Sea Salt Solution."
One that really sparked my interest was "Saleabration." What a strange word, I thought.
And there's a story.
As I drove the golf cart back to the Royal Palm Motel, a gentleman was standing at the edge of his property calling, "Sooki! Sooki, come here!' He was tall, about 235 pounds, gray-haired, and wearing tourist shorts. I asked him if he lived here all his life.
"No, I came for a vacation and it took me 16 years to get back here to live."
I asked about the name above the window on his shingled sided home, Saleabration.
He replied, "Our name is Sale. Well, originally it was De Sale but got shorten in colonial days when we immigrated here."
He loved visiting, "We used to live 6 houses down but my son keeps coming home from college and taking over the back room. We were crowded. This house was for sale and it was a mess and with my knees and hips I can't do the work to fix it up. I had to hire it all done. They've done a good job and they were fast, too. I still have yard work to do. That's what that pile is by your feet. Sooki!"
Sooki, a little brown frizzy-haired terrior, was taking her time. First, getting petted by others driving a gas golf cart, then sniffing along the neighbor's driveway, and exploring their trash before finally coming home. Mr. De Sale wasn't putting up with her prevarication,
"Sooki, come home, now!"
She came home. I bid him good-bye thinking this would be nice to come home to for myself, and yes, with a little Sooki exploration first, please.
This photo is of a white 2 story beach house trimmed in light blue,
covered in windows, 4 doubles on top,
and 7 across the first floor, with white picket fence, and lots of straggling greenery in the foreground. Prominently displayed, the sign says, "Breeze Inn".
We breezed on by!
We were clad in swimsuits, carrying an orange noodle. Our desitnation was the sandy shores
of the Atlantic Ocean not "Knot Kottage" or "Plethora of Good Times".
We'll drive back around to explore more after a good swim.
And yes, we intend to have a plethora of good times!
It would be "Pier Pleasure".
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