Sweet Home Alabama

After leaving The Garrett’s in the Carolinas, I continued south to Alabama to reunite with more family. As I rode smoothly down I-85, I crossed into the native land of the Muscogee (Creek), a nation best know for their Mound cities across the current southern states. The Muscogee were supportive people, welcoming smaller tribes and individuals into their confederacy as European contact harmed the natives. However, they continue to survive today and work tirelessly to preserve their culture and language. Today their land is one of rolling hills and distant mountains, tree lined highways, cities, and suburbs. The 380 miles passed by quickly.

My destination was my cousin Sarah’s home, someone I haven’t seen in years! After navigating some steep hills and seemingly never-ending stop signs, I made it to her house at the back of the neighborhood. A doorbell ring later, I was greeted with warm hugs and smiles, first by my Aunt Terri, then by Sarah, and finally by her son Grant. My first time every meeting Grant!

While he was shy at first, as most almost three year olds are, a few spins around the kitchen and tickles later we were best friends. He quickly took me by the hand and introduced me to all his toy cars and trucks.

Sarah, Aunt Terri, and I spent the evening catching up at the counter and over dinner. It’s always nice to know that there are people in your life who you can pick right up with even after significant time has passed.

We continued chatting the next day on our walk around the community, while playing soccer and baseball with Grant, while soaking up the sun in camping chairs, and over another delicious meal by Sarah. It was nice to hang out, relax, and enjoy each other’s company.

Sarah told me all her stories of adjusting to Alabama life after growing up in Pennsylvania. The ants that invaded her house, crawled up and down the walls and in and out of cabinets, definitely left me itchy! Or the tales of silverfish that burrow into cardboard – yuck! At least knowing that helped make her husband get rid of some boxes in the garage! Armadillos run across her lawn to the golf course in back and copperheads live down in the ditch. While Alabama was pretty to look at, and I appreciated the warm sun, I think I’ll stick to New England thanks.

The next morning I had to say goodbye, but as always it’s really a “see you later.” And next time might be a lot closer as her husband is taking on a new role in the Air Force. Come on up north!