Thursday, December 30, 2010

Where I Come From

I'm from Smalltown, South Carolina.  For those of you who don't know where this is, it is near Charleston.  Sometimes I hate it.  But then there are days when I'm driving home after work and the sun is setting through the trees causing rays of warm sunlight to filter down.  It really is beautiful.  I am thankful for these moments when I can stop to appreciate something so simple. 

Fall evenings are spent gathered around a fire pit with an ice cold beer or maybe a glass of red wine.

Neighbors will give you homemade bread or sweets just because.

We love monograms... a lot.

Snow is a big deal.  We find it utterly delightful.  And we enjoy it until it is merely dirty slush covering the frozen ground.

We wait all year for football season to come around and share it with our closest friends and family- even those that we only see during this special time of year.

The beach is a safe haven and the river is our waterpark. 

Sunday mornings were made for strolling through the yard with a cup of coffee before getting ready for church.

Nowhere is more peaceful than sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair and listening to nature.  The rocking chairs are nicely complimented by coffee or wine, depending on the time of day.

The smell of fresh cut grass can rejuvinate you after a long day.

Christmas is celebrated with huge gatherings.  Everyone comes together and remembers those that are no longer with us, toasts old friends, and promises to not let life get in the way of seeing each other more often.

People will smile and say good morning/afternoon or ask how you are doing even if they have never laid eyes on you before.

It is so easy to stop and pick out these tiny little details of life, but most days we are too busy with the day to day.  This is where I come from.  And I'm proud to say that it is a part of who I am. 


  1. every time I think we can't get more alike, you prove me wrong.

  2. I am so jealous of your small town. It really sounds so magical.

  3. This is exactly why DH and I want to move to Smalltown, South Carolina as soon as possible :)

  4. The best part about being from a small town is the food. Everything is made from scratch and from a recipe that has been handed down.. You know the best place/person for all of your favs-for instance, everyone knows my dad grows the best greens in town!! People also think that food is the answer to everything. If something bad happens, your family will have more fried chicken, mac and cheese and peach cobbler than you'll ever be able to eat on your own. I am pretty sure my parents didn't have to cook for about 4 months when my sis was sick.

    The worst part about being from our small town (other than the fact that it is small and everyone stares at you when you walk into a bar or restaurant because they think they recognize you)though,is it's called G'funk for all the wrong reasons!!