Camptown races five miles long...
Oh Susanna don't your cry for me..
My Old Kentucky home...
Way down upon the Suwanee river...(actual title Old Folks at home)
Stephen Foster died with .38c in his pocket because he was unable to sell his songs. He also never laid eyes on the Suwanee river according to some accounts. Florida built this site dedicated to him because of the attention his song brought to the area. The museum is full of beautiful pianos, some one of a kind, some 200 plus years old. This park is beautiful, even in bad weather. Of the hundred or so photos I take at a given stop, I try and select a few to convey the beauty or message intended. My feeble attempts fall way short here.
Center piece is carrillion bell tower
Where else would we be but along the banks of the Suwanee river
Ok, I was just fixing to strip and jump in...
Far from being a young boy but I still want to climb that tree!!
The museum housed dioramas depicting some of his songs..
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair...
Tomorrow is moving day as we head to Tampa. No history that we plan to show you. Just some beer being made, a dinner at a GREAT Cuban restaurant and possibly our next coach...
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