Streets of the South are Paved in Gold

It was early spring when one of my friends, who recently moved from a place known as "Not From Around Here", called me in alarm."What," she asked, "is that yellow stuff all over the road?"My friend was concerned that some horrible toxic waste spill had occurred while she slept.
I reassured her (after laughing at her, which was fun for me), and explained that it was pollen. It is quite common to find a yellow film on anything outsitde during the early spring, from cars to patio furniture, to boats and pets.
Each year I have to spend an afternoon cleaning everything on my screened porch, for the pollen dust floats right in between the screens. Already this year I've noticed a bit appearing on my patio table. I think I'll cover things up with some old sheets for a few weeks.
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Taking the Back Roads

What's summer in the South without a trip to the beach? I got to take a few days off recently, and enjoyed some time at the beach with friends. Picking the route to drive, I ignored the advice of my GPS and headed down Highway 74.

Driving on back roads to the beach took me back to my childhood. No matter where we lived, we’d make the trek to SC in the summer and go to the beach. Back then, interstates weren’t an option. I-40 ended in Raleigh, and that was the wrong direction from the SC beaches, anyway. We’d go thru all the small towns, driving past watermelon stands, a gazillion little churches, fields and fields of corn, and run down service stations that were few and far between.

All along the way were shacks where people lived. Most of the time the whole family was sitting on the porch, as the indoors was not air-conditioned. On Saturdays, they’d rock and watch the parade of cars going to and from the beach. I remember wondering, each year, what the occupants of those homes did for a living, where they bought groceries, where they went to the dentist. I still wonder that.

My father was always in a race against the clock to arrive at his destination. “Just took us 4 hours and 23 minutes this year,” he’d brag. If I was lucky enough to get in the car driven by my grandfather, however, I could be assured a stop at a fruit stand to pick up some fresh peaches, and a stop at a roadside ice cream hut as well.

This year as I drove, I passed many of the same landmarks that I remember from years ago. Some were still standing, some were crumbling. Rest stops were still tough to find. Forget about pay-at-the-pump. While bait and Mountain Dew's were readily available along the route, working rest rooms and good coffee were not!

All along the way, my GPS continued to encourage me to find the nearest interstate. But the way I figure, when going to the beach, taking the back roads is just part of the package. And yes, I did stop for fresh peaches.

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Friday Night Lights (Southern Style!)

This blog is written by Jan, an associate of David's. Just a slice of why she loves living in Lake Wylie:

I've lived in eight different Southeastern states, so I've heard more than my share of Southern slang. I mean, I grew up "fixin' to do something" and that sort of thing. Still, I'm just tickled to death when I hear a new Southern phrase.

So, last night, I attended the Clover High School football game to watch the Clover Blue Eagles play the Laurens Raiders in the first round of the Division II 4A playoffs. Actually, I did more than "attend" - - I hollared my fool head off.

It was a GREAT game. The Eagles had us worried as the Raiders scored two quick touchdowns. It was not lookin' purty. Then, some darling Eagle picked up a fumble on the one yard line and those boys were "on like a pot of chicken necks." They went on to score 5 beautiful touchdowns and win the game 35-21. Bless their hearts.

Anyway, back to that Southern slang thing. As I was walking in the stadium last night, I greeted the ticket taker and asked how he was doing. His reply? "I'm hanging on like a hair in a biscuit!"

New one! Not sure I'm going to incorporate it into my everyday vocab!

Don't you just love living in the South?? Now, y'all join us in Greenwood next week as Clover advances to the next round of the playoffs. Ain't that just finer than frog's hair?

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