For Those About To Beard – WE SALUTE YOU!

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Happy National Beard Day! For those that grow and groom, you come from a tried and true testosterone tradition. It is either natural or earned & cannot be faked!

Unidentified Beard Bro photographed by Launey and Goebel

Launey & Goebel Stereoview Logo (reverse side)

This gem of an unknown gentleman popped into Launey & Goebel Photography between 1888 and 1892 and perhaps stopped by a barber just prior or a horse tail groomer first! Launey & Goebel were originally positioned in what is now 141-143 Broughton Street (Barnard St.), where you today find The Gap inside of the old S.H. Kress Drugstore building that operated from 1923-1997. Albeit if you look at the old postcard of Broughton St., you can see to the immediate lower left, the earlier site building where Arthur Launey and eventual partner, George Goebel, first held residency.

Lower Left (G.D or C.D. Kenny Co.) Original Studio Locale

These were classic dark room fellows and while not looking directly at their death certificates, I’m left wondering about how their craft may have contributed to their early deaths. Arthur Launey died in 1908 at 54 (or 63, birthdate varies), with George Goebel (as in Goebel Ave), who died at 57 in 1917. At the time of their deaths, their studio was at 31 Whitaker St (W. Congress) – “Across from Paula Deen’s Y’all! – which houses numerous enterprises today. This building is said to have been built by one of Napoleon’s officers after The American Revolution using wood from his vessel. Notably in the subterranean or basement side corner, you can still see a brick tunnel entrance which may be older than the street-level structure. While Sons of Liberty record is hard to come by, a former owner of the building cited it had been used by them for secret meetings which fits nicely with the former location of rebel tavern, “Tondee’s Tavern” just south of this building at Whitaker St., where The Coffee Fox (rhymes with Swamp Fox), now stands. Why do we bring this up? Because this is the stuff men with beards often like to know!

31 Whitaker St (Looking South from W. Congress St. corner)

After Goebel’s death, it appears Launey’s daughter Ira Garnet, took over the company until 1924 and then vanished from company directories by 1926. Both men are buried in Bonaventure and from what we know, their facial hair still growing (too soon?) Happy Beard Day to all!

Arthur Launey’s Grave In Bonaventure Cemetery

George Goebel’s Grave in Bonaventure Cemetery

 

God’s Acre: Behold A Storyteller Is Born! (Chapter One)

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“Hedged in by city streets and tradition blest, lies a sleeping township long since silenced into rest”

                                                     — Elfrida DeRenne Barrow

In many ways, I chose to move to Savannah 32 years ago because of this very special burial ground. No fooling. The decision was made one late spring evening while sitting directly below the low hanging branches of a live oak, arms stretched out on the back of a cemetery bench. I recall sliding down in my seat a bit and leaning my head comfortably so I could stare up through the giant tree branches at the stars above, and then I exhaled, making myself one with the place. I felt at home. Like I’d made it.

My parents and brother were sleeping in the nearby DeSoto Hilton hotel, and per my nighthawk habits, I let myself out and wandered over to Colonial Park Cemetery. It was fascinating to me that it was open all night. We were here visiting The Savannah College of Art & Design, and while they had granted me a handsome scholarship for the study of Fine Arts, the cemetery is what really sealed the deal.

Although I had not verbalized it while inside of the experience, looking back I remember musing at how surreal it was to be in this cemetery in the middle of town. It was legal for me to be here at 1AM and not 50 feet away was the early grave site of George Washington’s 2nd in command, Nathanael Greene; a man who literally gave it all away for our country’s birth. And just slightly up from my location was the plot belonging to Declaration of Independence signer, Button Gwinnett. At the time, his autograph was considered the rarest and most valuable in the world. Never mind that directly in front of me, I could sight and partially read the grave marker plaque of Teddy Roosevelt’s great-great-grandfather, Archibald Bulloch; a man so fiercely patriotic, he declined going to Independence Hall as a signer because he felt his duty was to be on the front of things bubbling in Georgia. All of this was completely blowing the mind of my inner history buff kid who revered Williamsburg second to none but had found a new Holy City! I really wanted to run around, wake them all up, and ask them a ton of questions! But more than anything, this place spoke to something core existential that my spirit had been craving. I suddenly understood I wanted to live an existence close to the graves of my heroes — immersing myself in the streets and buildings they knew — and that these would be the sources for inspiring my personal art.

Little did I know, this moment would soon lead to the making of a story archaeologist, and the art I would make would be the stuff of graveside legend and not without controversy!

Starting March 15th 2020, I invite the public to join me in the reprisal of my original 1990s Savannah tour, The God’s Acre Tour of Colonial Park Cemetery. This 2 Hour Tour will be offered daily and will be full of surprises. You’ll soon see that this small patch of  cemetery with scattered graves and crypts is the richest story acreage in all of The Historic District!
                           http://www.GodsAcreTour.com

CHAPTER TWO COMING TOMORROW!

View towards the police barracks & Old City Jail. Can you find the policeman reading a crypt?