At the bottom of the ramp off I-85 our truck slowed to a stop. In the shade of the wide bridge we waited for the light to change as the well-manicured landscape beckoned us to relax. Soft plumes of decorative grass waved a gentle sweet welcome against sturdier trees while bright art promised that our lovely little town remains. After 3100 miles of travel from North Carolina to Illinois then Corpus Christi, we finally returned home to Salisbury, NC.
I had no idea how much I would miss her. Often I take her downtown stores for granted, assuming they will always thrive whether I shop or not. But then we visited the new home of our eldest daughter where she and her family have been called to ministry. Illinois farmland stretches so far that she told us we’d know we were there because we’d be able to see the curvature of the earth. Freshly mown fields of corn and wheat in the current harvest make such a pretty backdrop. However, downtown Ramsey is empty. I suppose the little boarded up shops once thrived too, but no more. The folks there were absolutely wonderful, so very welcoming and friendly. Such hard workers and they’ve taken the sweetest care of our daughter’s family. Thankfully the church there is thriving. But drive they must to the nearest shops twelve miles south.
The next leg of our road trip took us to Texas, all the way to the Gulf Coast. Corpus Christi invited us to walk the bustling city which displayed art, craft booths, and local bands during the monthly ArtWalk. Our son-in-law Shane amazed us with his hidden super-power of parallel parking. Elbow to elbow we moved through the streets with several thousand of our closest friends. Once we realized the futility of pushing our two year old grandson in a stroller, his dad hoisted him onto his shoulders. There he could see and hear the kid who played in his own “One Man Band.” He was surprisingly talented with a touch of crazy which makes everything more fun. I couldn’t help but think about all the events like this in my own hometown that I chose to ignore. What fun I surely missed!
Beautiful “Home Sweet Salisbury” with her charming shops, friendly people, lovely landscapes and interesting art. I can’t imagine life without her. Sure she’s a touch crazy at times.
Okay perhaps a lot crazy. Maybe that’s why I relate so well.
But isn’t she beautiful?!
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Not pictured is Hap’s Hotdogs, a must when in Salisbury.
[By the way, we say SAWS berry.]