Richmond, VA: Cold Harbor/Gaines Mill/Belle Isle – Simply Stated
In a June post, I spoke about being complimented on a pair of heels I was wearing while in line for Communion. What I didn’t mention was that I put these sandals in a donation bag. I decided to wear them one more time because I could not find anything else to wear. Go figure! The compliment saved these shoes and now they are being featured on the blog this week.
These pictures were taken a day after taking pictures at Point Lookout, MD. We got home late from Point Lookout and then started the day early on our trek to Richmond. I was lucky to get 5 hours of sleep! The plan was to take pictures for 2 pairs of shoes and then tour the Cold Harbor and Gaines Mill battlefields. I have to admit I was exhausted! So exhausted, I even suggested we scrap taking pics and just enjoy the battlefields. However, since I was already dressed, we decided to take pics for this one heel/outfit combo. Easy enough, right?
Well…the thing about battlefields is that it is often an open field full of “wildlife.” I consider myself an indoors girl (ie not into hiking, camping, bugs, etc), but I have no problem exploring battlefields so long as the “wildlife” stays away from me. I know, easier said than done!
As soon as I got out of the car at the Gaines Mill Battlefield, I was attacked by a bee! Imagine a girl in heels screaming and running around the car trying to get away from the bee. My dad had no idea what was going on because he was reading a sign. When I told him, he just shook his head and said, “You’re such a diva.” Haha! OK, maybe a little. Then this happens…
My dad wanted some pics on this path separated by wood fencing. He was on the path walking away from me as I observed a doe and its fawn further ahead. The fawn and my dad were running towards each other unbeknownst to one another. When I saw what was about to happen, I screamed bloody murder because I have watched that show, “When Animals Attack.”
I wished we had the next moment on film! After I screamed, both the fawn and my dad stopped dead in their tracks. Then, it was like the parting of the Red Sea watching both run as fast as they could away from each other! I was laughing so hard. My dad, getting back his composure, said my screams made it sound like something more ominous than a fawn was racing towards him!
And that’s what happens when you put 2 “indoors” people in an open battlefield surrounded by nature!
Have a wonderful week! 🙂
Lizzy’s Latest for this week is a black suede lace up sandal from White House Black Market (no longer available). I will give my review of these sandals around Wednesday. For now, enjoy the pictures! 🙂
XoXo,
Lizzy’s Latest
These “red” pictures were taken at Belle Isle, a prison camp holding Union soldiers during the Civil War. The red made me feel like I was exploring Mars!
I imagine if I were exploring Mars, I would find a rock like this to lounge on. 😉
July 27, 2015 @ 10:32 am
You have to read about the wild fawn attacks in the news all the time, so glad you two did not make the headlines. Awesome pics!!
July 28, 2015 @ 12:21 am
HA! I’m not sure if you’re being serious or facetious, Bill! Probably the latter, but either way, you crack me up! I’m glad we didn’t make the headlines either! 😉
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March 2, 2016 @ 3:09 am
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November 25, 2019 @ 12:04 am
In the top photo, Lizzy is standing at a site in Cold Harbor where stands a marker for a artillery brigade of Connecticut volunteers. There weren’t many people at the battlefield that day, but when we took this picture a SUV pulled up with a bunch of kids and their grandparents. Just the grandfather and two older kids got out. A bunch of little ones and the grandmother stayed in the truck.
At some point we struck up a conversation with the old man. He was a Virginian through and though and he was giving his grandkids a taste of their history. But while we were talking, I noticed one of the little ones had stuck her head out of a rear door window and to my horror the window started to move up. I yelled out, “Roll the window down!” But it kept going up, began to squeeze down on the girl’s neck and a look of panic came over face. I yelled out again and this time, thank God, the window came down. I think it took granny in the driver seat a second to figure out what to do. Thank God again she was there and not in the passenger seat where she wouldn’t have had a control for that window. Once freed, the little girl was shook up and she vomited, but was otherwise ok. Which wasn’t bad since she had been half second from being decapitated.
When I saw that girl about too have her head cut off, no one besides me and her seemed to know there was a life and death situation. My instinct was to run over and break the window, but if I had, I probably would have only gotten there in time to catch head from falling to the white sand that was all around. Something inside me told me to stand fast and yell out clearly in an authoritative voice to roll the window down. I believe it was spirit of those Connecticut volunteers. If so, score one for the Union that day.
November 25, 2019 @ 9:35 am
Thanks, Dad! I remember that day well. You literally saved that girl’s life! Thank God we were at the right place at the right time.