This past weekend was more eventful than I thought it would be. I did get a chance to see and visit with everyone I planned on seeing, I just didn't get to stay as long as I wanted to with everyone!
Before the weekend even got started I caught the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes" on TV. A classic southern movie, it in many ways reminds me of the small sleepy town I grew up in. Now don't get me wrong, I would NEVER want to go back to high school and I will NEVER call high school the "Best Time of My Life". However, having left Elba (Small Town with a Big Heart) I realize how wonderful it is to walk into Church and everyone not only know me and my family, but have known me since I was a very small child. They are happy to see me and genuinely want to know how I am and what is going on in my life. I think I had to leave Elba to realize how much I truly love the small town life. And just like the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes" I have my own cast of eccentric, funny, and lovable characters. In fact until a few years ago I didn't know my mother knew how to skin a snake! Now THERE is a skill that I want to learn and should probably be on my list! I mean who knew?! My sweet, demure mother skinning a snake! HA!
The weekend started out with me making it to Elba in time to go to Mama Dot's and learn to make her tarts! They were peach and we had a very memorable time working with each other learning, teaching and just being in each others company. The tarts were as sweet as the company! I was able to take some to Dad and a lucky few at the Elba Country Club (ECC) to be sure I had it down right. Lucky for me that Mom was able to borrow Aunt Debbie's camera so we could film part of this. As soon as I get some of it uploaded I will post it. Mama Dot also had some concerns about some things at the cemetery. After Aunt B had come across the street to visit and taste test my tarts, we all went up to the cemetery. Again, I was having a Fried Green Tomatoes flashback!
I remember being a younger girl and my great grandmother would take me down to the cemetery in New Brockton. She tended the grass and kept everything looking nice and neat. Although I thought it was a little creepy then, as I have grown up I realize that cemeteries are really a calming place. Now don't get me wrong, when I was walking with a friend of mine recently one night we steered clear of the local cemetery. But I have come to realize that the same way we pray to God that talking with a friend or loved one who has passed on is just a therapeutic. And I hope that when I am gone the things I do, my mother and great aunts do will be done for me.
Saturday I had the chance to scoot over to Wicksburg, AL for a much too short visit with my sweet friend and Phi Mu sister, Amanda. It was the day of her son's birthday and since I wouldn't be able to make it to the party I helped to get things ready while she and I chatted. I could have stayed all day and night with her and we would have never run out of things to talk about. Even though we are in such different places in our lives-she is married with one of the most adorable children I know and one on the way! Where as I am single, Mardi Gras loving, 30 year old and the most responsibility I have is a dog! After I loved on her belly and her sweet boy for a little while I flew back to Elba for an afternoon of golf.
The golfing was not just the Masters from the beautiful city of Augusta, but Elba was also having their 3 person scramble. Dad always plays in this tournament and they played a great round Saturday morning! We all piled up at his house and watched the Masters and were pulling for the 21 year old Rory McIlroy from Northern Ireland! He was showing amazing nerves and pulling through a great round. Unfortunately for me watching golf on TV is similar to watching NASCAR on TV....it stimulates a part of my brain that controls sleep! I took a short nap and got ready for the Calcutta at the Country Club.
Sunday morning started with Dad playing golf and Neil and I heading to Ham Church. We then watched Dad and them do a little of what Rory did on Sunday...not play up to their previous days score. Dad and them let it go and so did Rory. Charl Schwartzel birdied the last 4 holes to win the Green Jacket. Although I was driving and not able to finish watching it with Dad and Neil it was a crazy finish for this magnificent course. Dad and Neil have always shared a love of golf together. I have been fortunate enough to be invited into their world a few times, once attending the Masters and the other being the TPC. Dad and I also play in a golf tournament together every year. It is something we able to do as a family. One neat side note, Boo Weekly, and good friend of my Dad and Brother's and great golfer has written a book and a friend of ours who lives down that way brought Dad and Neil autographed copies, too cool!
It was a great weekend and when I get everything unpacked this afternoon I will post pictures of Dad's blanket, Mom's blanket and Mama Dot! I know why I go home as much as I like to...it's just a wonderful place made up of amazing people who love me!
VRG