history love and armchair travel, anyone?

First, I feel like I need to say that I'm sorry for being neglectful of this space lately. I've been feeling a tad guilty and sad that I haven't had time to create here. Getting back from the trip found me needing to be purposeful about getting things in order here. You know, unpacking, laundry, schooling. And then there were (ARE) the photos...the beauty of a digital camera is being able to take one million photos but, ohhhh, sorting through them just simply takes time. So, your grace, please, for me in this place? Thank you...

SO, during our trip, I had the pleasure of visiting some lovely, history-rich small towns. I've written of my small-town-love before, remember?

I'm completely enthralled with anything that has a long history...any home, farm, building, town. Endlessly curious, I guess you could say. Driving all those miles, my eyes were constantly searching for pieces of history. Grand old white farmhouses that have been added on to over the years. Tiny cottages, shuttered tight with peeling paint and tin roofs which I sadly imagine may have housed slaves.  Country stores with hand-painted signs.  Abandoned train depots, abandoned mills, abandoned anything.  And, my favorite, kudzu-covered barns.  I love picturing all the life that was lived in those places.  How God keeps time ticking on and on.

In these photos, you're traveling through Salisbury, North Carolina with me, the place where my grandparents and relatives lived (live). Growing up in the Chicago area,  my brother and I would share the backseat drive to NC every year.  The South was magical to me.  My cousin's strange accents.  The foreign RED dirt.  The special treat of Cheerwine, the only-found-in-NC soda that's pretty much just like Dr. Pepper.  

So, I've been to Salisbury many, MANY times but have really never noticed how beautifully historic the downtown area is before NOW!  I don't know why it took me 35 years to realize that this city was established in 1753 and there are some gorgeous buildings and homes to be found!  Maybe it's because my husband wasn't with and I felt free to take my time (i.e. slam on the brakes to ooh and ahh over a home, drive around in circles, doubling back to see that building one more time, hopping out "just a second, kids!" to snap photos here and there, and, "please, kids, come with Mommy quick into that antique mall in the cool old building? there may be candy involved.").  Usually we are visiting the relatives and then headed off for our long drive home.

Discovering the history this time was a gift!
Besides Salisbury, there were countless other places I would have loved to capture with my camera (as they were whizzing by). Places with names like Hard Labor Creek,  Piney View, Mossy, Plum Orchard Lake, Cabin Creek (which is a coal-mining town I crane my neck to peek at every year.)  I may have pulled off the highway just to take a shot of this picturesque church in Virginia.
Back in Alabama, there were a few more sites I wanted to share with you. Like this church that couldn't BE cuter close to Billy's Seafood...(notice the hanging moss, {wistful sigh})
next door to this house...
which was next to the Tin Top Restaurant...
where I discovered my love for fried green tomatoes!
And the town of Fairhope on the eastern shore of Mobile Bay...oh, my...


where I tasted my first beignet, mmmmm, and was coated with powdered sugar the rest of the day.

All this man-made beauty yet nothing can come close to the wonders God's created. Can't you just smell these roses of Fairhope?

And there you have it, Megan's little armchair traveling tour.
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