Well, I love them both, and I highly recommend a visit to each, especially when kids are old enough to enjoy the history. They are similar, true, but they are not really identical.
I guess I would sum up the difference this way:
Charleston is a city with great character.
Savannah, on the other hand, is a city with great characters.
Savannah is full of legends, and it gets a new legend with each generation.
Spanish moss covered live oak trees line just about every street in the Old Savannah, whether residential, commercial, or historic. I’ve enjoyed just about every version of the Savannah tour, and the legends of the mossy stuff vary about as much as the modes of tourist transport. Basically, every legend includes an Indian maiden (It’s always a maiden in a legend, never just a girl…), a suitor, and an unfortunate hair snagging incident.
In truth? It’s just an hairy distant cousin to the pineapple which may or may not be infested with red bugs depending on whom you ask. I personally wouldn’t recommend eating it or sleeping on it, but that’s just me…
The Waving Girl
Florence Martus was the unmarried sister to the lighthouse keeper on a nearby Island who waved to greet every ship, every day, for 44 years. During the day, she waved a white cloth. At night, she waved a lantern.
Legend says that she was waiting for her long lost love, a sailor who never returned from sea.
However, there has never been any evidence to support that. Personally, I wonder if she might have just been a little odd and in need of a hobby. Today, she would probably blog all about it.
Tomo- Chi-Chi’s Grave
If you believe the 4,789 Savannah ghost stories, you will not want to visit Wright Square at night. It's the grave site of Tomo-Chi-Chi, a Yamacraw chief critical to the settlement of Savannah. Now, that monument behind the marker is not his grave site.
It's really this big rock. Legend says that if you run around his grave three times and ask, “Tomo-Chi-Chi, what’s for supper?” he will appear with the answer. I once took a group of 6th graders on the Savannah tour who insisted on trying to conjure up the hungry native. I have no idea whether he appeared or not. My eyes were closed.
The Olde Pink House
absolutely lovely old home which is now a wonderful restaurant. The husband and I went there once on an anniversary. The thing that I did NOT like about it is that the restrooms are located downstairs in the
So I waited…
and waited… and waited.
Finally, I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Years later, I heard the legend of the Olde Pink House. According to legend, it is inhabited by a mischievous ghostie whose favorite haunt is that very ladies' room. Apparently, women claim to feel someone touching their hair and blowing in their ears. Upon trying to leave, they find themselves locked by a knob that will not turn.
Sooo....I might possibly be the only woman in history to be rejected by a dirty old ghost.
There are so many more, but this post is getting long. However, I was asked about this one:
Legend says that this place is inhabited by a friendly silver-haired character. Apparently, you'll know her when you see her. She cackles… and tosses butter willy nilly into every pot.
Personally, I think that last one is bit far fetched, but stranger things have happened in Savannah...