The People.

I grew up in a little town resting on the outskirts of the capital city, filled with farm houses, a country store, and an old railroad track.

In the evenings my Daddy would pile me and my sisters in his old pick up truck to drive us to the country store for candy bars and a pack of bubble gum.

It was kind of routine the way we would all ride together.

On the way my Daddy would say “now girls, your mama doesn’t need to know that I am getting you a candy bar. Lets just keep that between us now, alright?”

Sugar wasn’t exactly a thing we got to have regularly, so we would always nod in agreement to his plan.

We would pick out our candy and scarf it down on the ride home in hopes to hide our secrets even though the chocolate residue on our faces gave us away.

I can remember feeling so guilty about hiding my candy consumption from my mother that I would run through the doors and say, “Daddy got us candy at the store, mama!”

While my sisters rolled their eyes at my big mouth, my mama would kneel down in front of me and say, “Mercy, Child!”

img_8311It was as if “mercy” replaced “Good Lord you’re covered in chocolate. I can’t believe your Daddy gave you that much sugar before bed.”

instead,

 it was always mercy.

Mercy in her heart, mercy out of her mouth.

mercy.

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img_8320Over the years of listening to my Southern mama talk, I realized I picked up on her tendency to use small phrases to fill in holes or gaps where we are uncertain what to say but feel the need to say something… “bless it…”

We can’t help it.

It’s habit. It’s nature. It’s just what we do.

img_8258Montgomery is Southern as they come with monogrammed decals and hair bows bigger than a head, but it’s home and it makes sense to us.

These words that we use, sayings that we say, quotes from Lawyers in Monroeville, AL are things that remind us that we are home.

img_8236img_8238img_8337Our city is working towards greater goals, casting nets for a bigger vision and attempting to draw in its locals with a renewed set of lenses to see the city for what it is becoming and no longer reaching back for what it might have once been.

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Filled with friends that understand our random sayings, family that remembers our roots, and faces of new comers attempting to grasp on to what there is to love about this place.

It’s the people.

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The people that make this city so wonderful and warm.

The people that say one word to describe an entire thought.

The people that work along side you and do life with you.

The people that draw out your creative side and partner with you to try new things.

The people that grieve what you grieve and have joy in what you delight in.

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The people that care about your business that’s prospering or that was abruptly stolen.

The people that invite you over for coffee to ask about your life.

The people that make you laugh without saying a word.

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It’s the people that make this place so perfect.

It’s the people that make any place what it is,

but I am glad that my people are here.

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These adorable shirts can be Pre-Ordered starting today!

Email: Laura.Bell91@yahoo.com with your shirt size and we will reply you a link for pre-order.

Tees:$20

Sweatshirt: $30

Shirts are true to your normal t shirt size.

Tomorrow, we will be at the Market at Chapel Hill at the Waters selling coffee, shirts, and so many other fun goodies. 

We would love to meet you there 🙂

One thought on “The People.

  1. next time everyone is home, let’s pile in the truck and go to some old country store and buy root beer chewing gum, gummy bears, and goo-goo clusters and drink Cokes til we are sick! boy! those were the good old days!

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