What is the best part of the South?
“Best part in the Country!”
That is what Mr. Trent, a guy living out here on the farm, says.
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson.
Mr. Sean Dietrich.
There is pecan pie & fried chicken & hot sauce.
The first trip I remember coming to the South, it was with my Mother, brother & sister. It was to take us to see my Grandpa Bill, aunt Edith & Bill’s Wife, Babe. Grandpa Bill was not Our “actual” grandfather. He was my Grandfather’s brother; however, Babe & Bill were Grandparents… in the best possible way the elderly can be Grandparents. Grandpa Bill called my sister “Baby Doll”.
Going to the local Parks was a favorite past time.
Accept for when I fell into some cacti.
Tring to get those damn little needles out of my palms a pain – LITERARLLY.
And I think Grandpa Bill dug those sons of bitches out of the garden at the side of his house.
I remember a Friday after school, after going to the school library (Mind You, I was in the fifth grade), & I got to check out my two favorite snake books.
That’s right: FAVORITE, as in I had checked them out before. I checked the out several times, in fact.
Those were very special trips for me. Going to Southern Ohio may not be Missoula, Mt., but, especially for a flatlander like me, Southern Ohio had mountains.
And I wanted to be a Mountain Man.
My mother would pack us up in The Van, loaded with snacks, & would sit in the back & read.
There was a large bridge on the Ohio/West Virgina border.
THAT was something special. For all of us, think.
It was if crossing the bridge led to a Magical Land.
Now: it would take-up an entire novel-length manuscript to even begin writing about my Grandpa Bill. A sweet & intelligent soul
2 thoughts on “Something About the South.”
Every child should be blessed to have extra grandparents!
And we were. And you are passing that on to Rory’s children. They are very blessed to have You & Dad in their lives.