There once sat a tall oak tree on the very top of the property owned by my family. I distinctly remember it as a child. It was tall and majestic — one of those things you could never forget. My grandparents had farmed the land and kept it up, so while there for the summers, I spent many days around that tree.
Memaw’s kitchen, with the smell of love and hard work, greeted you as soon as you came in the door. Every holiday or special occasion, we knew we could look forward to a big pot full of goodness known as chicken and dumplings.
I am often questioned about the vintage watch that is always worn on my right wrist. Some are intrigued by the way it looks. It does seem to have a sense of sweet, dainty Southern charm to it. I love it for all of those reasons as well, but that is not my reason for wearing it every day.
When one is planning a quick getaway trip, visiting Florence, Alabama, doesn't tend to come to mind.
As a little girl, I can remember looking forward to the summertime. The smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen by my grandmother, or “Nanny” as I called her. She was up around 5 in the morning to fix a full spread for PawPaw to eat before he left for work. I remember it was ready right before he sat down to eat.