|Project by mpounders||posted 04-26-2015 09:46 PM||2019 views||4 times favorited||24 comments|
My granny and pawpaw lived on a gravel road in Rockwood, Alabama. They didn’t have air conditioning, so we spent a lot of time on the front porch, which had a view of the elementary school and it’s baseball field. I remember the sounds of whipperwills, church bells, and tires on the gravel road. Maybe it is a southern thing, but they always raised their hand and gave a little wave of greeting or recognition to whoever came down that road. Usually, it was someone they knew, but I guess they figured they were either visiting them or their neighbors, that they were not really strangers if they were driving down that road. I guess seeing that gesture so much, it has grown to be part of me. Whether it’s a nod, a tip of the hat, or a polite wave, it’s just something that is a reflex for me when I am driving or walking. Or when sitting on a porch, listening to car tires on a gravel road.
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