We left my parents’ home about 9 yesterday morning (EDT), headed to the small town of Piggott, Arkansas. If you’ve ever seen the Andy Griffith movie, “A Face in the Crowd,” you’ve seen some of Piggott.
We arrived at my aunt and uncle’s home about 6 yesterday evening (CDT). I’ve known these folks all my life and the greetings were the same as when I was a child. Sweet memories flooded over me.
Two of Mother’s sisters finished preparing dinner and then we sat down to enjoy food and family. Stories of those we knew and those we’ve never met and those we just don’t remember abounded. It was a precious time as I looked from one aunt to the other, hearing hearts of love and care.
We left the little home at the end of the gravel road and drove past corn and silage and cotton. None of the fields are corporate farms, they are owned and operated by local folks making a living through hard work. Knowing the parade and celebration that is Piggott on July 4th and looking at the farmland stirred the deepest sense of patriotism — THIS is America at her finest.
Upon arriving at our hotel (we don’t like imposing on the family…) we learned that back home had suffered some horrible winds and storms. One friend reported their wind gauge showing 85 mph winds. People have been hurt. Trees are down blocking roads. Rescue workers are not expecting to see their beds tonight.
My emotions have run the gamut. I’m thankful that God is where I am and where I’m not.