Last weekend, we went home. That's all. Just spent some time in Minter City and Greenwood. We sat out under the shade trees on the farm talking about the way the farm was when my great-grandfather bought the land. Grandmama reminisced about when she and Grandaddy first married. Daddy talked about different things from when he was growing up. Then I threw in a few of my stories. Maybe one day Mary Peyton will have her own stories to add to the group.
I really never appreciated home until I left. Isn't that the way we always are? You think the grass is going to be greener, but it turns out to be the same (or worse). Ask anybody who really knew me growing up...I was NOT coming back to the Delta. Now, fast forward about 15 years.....and ask anybody who (again) really knows me...they will tell you that it is my dream to end up back home. Kinda like Kenny Chesney says "Back where I come from...where I'll be when it's said and done." Another song that reminds me of home is Alabama's "Down Home" (Down home......where they know you by name and treat you like family.)
I can't wait to go home.
Mary Peyton and Daddy on the tractor. There really isn't anything other than John Deere, is there???
Mary Peyton riding her "Gora" 4-wheeler that Santa brought her for Christmas. She loved spinning out in the rocks!
1 comment:
Oh, man. You're killin me!! I am one of those folks what has no desire to go back to the Delta. I'm just sayin.
But I do not judge you for likin/lovin the Delta. After all, Charley Pride sang a whole song about it...
In a Mississippi cotton pickin Delta town One dusty street to walk up and down. Nothin much to do but just hang around in a Mississippi cotton pickin Delta town.
*sigh*
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