My mom was born in Georgia and raised in a little town called Centre, Alabama (population in 1960: 2,200).
The town in To Kill a Mockingbird was exactly like Centre, everything about it.
Walking down Main Street to the court house to see my uncle an atty who worked there as did his father before him.
Seeing my great uncle the chief of police who took me ‘coon hunting’ one night.
The smell of cigars that permeated the building.
The creaking of the stairs when I walked up them.
Getting bit by a stray dog on the front steps and the men who came to my aid.
Jordan’s Store where I would get Dr Pepper from a cooler out front on the sidewalk.
Lemon Meringue pies lots and lots of Lemon Meringue pies.
The smell of fried ham and grits in the morning at my grandmother’s.
Hot humid nights and a fan by the bed blowing across a bowl of ice.
The huge black and yellow grasshoppers called ‘devil’s horses’ in my grandmother’s garden.
Red dirt, beautiful red dirt.
Fried chicken, ohhh such fried chicken.
Spanish moss.
The local ‘secret’ swimming hole.
The town hangout, The Dairy Queen.
Pam Day the first girl I fondled.
Janet Coffee the girl I loved.
Looking for mini-balls in ancient battlefields.
Tevis Burke, Rich Tevis, who adored me and offered to buy me from my mom. She had a foot button in the dining room to call the cook, I thought that was amazing.
My cousin Reb the local doctor who showed me his special 12 gauge shotgun pistol one day, “Don’t tell your mother.”
His beautiful nurse and wife Lillian always in white.
His small clinic at his house. The ever present smell of disinfectant.
The smell of my uncle’s stables and his Tennessee Walkers.
The smell of the corn crib and sneaking food to Trigger one of his Shetland Ponies.
The pond down in his pasture where I found a goose chick that was injured.
The smell of kerosene that mom used to clean the wound, we had that damned goose for years.
Crickets, fireflies, horseflies.
There is so much beauty and kindness to be proud of in the deep south.
“You don need no stinkin’ flag!”
“You don need no stinkin’ statues!”
—Louis Warfield
Flommist Louis Warfield is a fabrication specialist who runs the award-winning Rhino Design Studio, “You dream it, we’ll build it.” Copyright © 2020 Louis Warfield. Images swiped from a few places.
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