In honor of this week’s theme, “Tour Guide,” please allow me to show you a few spots in this new town I call home. I call it my “new town,” although I’ve lived here more than a year already. Even so, after living in the old place for 35 years, 15 months seems like a day, or half a day.
This will be more of a pictorial guide than a historical one. I had intended to share some of the area’s history, but I spent too much time collecting photos. 🙂 Well, are you ready to see some photos of this beautiful village I call home? Great! Let’s get to them now.
A few weeks ago it was cold enough for snow. Literally. In fact, we got a light dusting of snow twice this winter, but the ice on this fountain outside my optometrist’s office is far more impressive than the snow was.
For the first time since I’ve been participating in the photo challenge, I actually dropped what I was doing and went out to take some fresh photos. All told, I walked a little over 6 miles and snapped 200+ photos to get these shots to share with you. Rain was in the forecast, but the clouds never did cry on my shoulder. Of course, they never did clear away either, so the photos are not terribly brilliant.
The photos are from the historic districts of Bagdad and Milton, with a little slice of downtown Milton as well, all taken within 5 miles of my home.
Some of the houses in Milton have been around a long time, like the large two-story house pictured here, called the Thompson House, which was built in 1847, and occupied by Confederate troops during the Civil War.
Churches abound in Milton, and many denominations are represented. The oldest church pictured here is St. Mary’s Episcopal Church, est. 1867.
In the slide show above are various businesses and sites to see in Downtown Milton and historic district.
It’s still winter yet, but already some of the trees have blossomed, and boy were they breathtaking! I loved the delicate white flowers, the intricate pink ones, and the brilliant red blossoms that were already nearing the end of their cycle. By the time the grass comes in nice and green, these flowers will be gone.
The crowning jewel of Bagdad and Milton is the Blackwater River, which snakes through both towns on its way to the Blackwater Bay. I learned today that this river has had three names, and the present name comes from the murky color given to the water by the tarry sap from the trees. This once was a lumber community, and it served as a major port in West Florida. Several mills were located here, but the Bagdad Mill Site, in the photos above, is close enough to home for my daughter and me to ride our bikes. There are several picnic tables on the site, and we like to sit out there to study, when we want to get away from the house for a change of scenery.
Now I’d like to tell you about my Eternal Home.
Milton is my home for now, but my permanent address is in Heaven. My future is certain because it does not depend on what I do for Christ, but on what He did for me.
1 Peter 1:3-9 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fades not away, reserved in heaven for you, who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. Wherein you greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, you are in heaviness through manifold temptations: that the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perishes, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honor and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: whom having not seen, you love; in whom, though now you see Him not, yet believing, you rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory: receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.
Do you have assurance of a future home in heaven?
3 thoughts on “WPC: Tour Guide”
Well, it may have been a gray day, but your photos are beautiful! What a lovely place to live! I’d love to hear how you came to live there. And I love that you thought to connect all of this to our heavenly home! Beautiful post in every respect, Angela! ❤
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Thank you, Lynn! In a nutshell, my husband never wanted to stay in the Tidewater area of Virginia after he retired, but he had made a promise to care for his great aunt. After she died, he put in for transfers to various locations, and this is the one that the Lord opened up for us. But it took 3 years for us to learn to be content in Tidewater before God opened the door for us to leave. 🙂
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