When I was a little girl and didn't really know
that it would ever be anyone but
Mother, Daddy, Mary Ann and I in the main scheme of things
with grandparents in the circle - Ella and Elbert -
Aunts, Uncles, Cousins - all of us arm in arm even when we went to our homes at night -
to each of our safe corners of that small south alabama town -
When it was that time and when there were no interstates - no I-65 from Evergreen to who knows where,
We'd travel to Montgomery, AL, at least twice a year, getting there on Highway 31.
It went through this small town and that small town, this little area and that little area - two lanes all the way - endless it seemed -
Very often Ella would go with us. She'd sit in the back with Mary Ann and me. No seatbelts, ever.
I only had heard of those on airplanes.
I would be so excited about the trip and Ella quite often would say to me, "I think you're journey proud". She'd say it in her familiar voice which I can barely hear anymore in my memory. I don't think I can hear daddy's either - unless I just think of phrases he would say - I think I can hear Mothers because sometimes I think I sound like her.
I am that today.
I am traveling to Birmingham to visit Martha and Val and Mary Claire.
Tomorrow from Birmingham I am traveling to Tallassee to Beth and Jamie Baldwin.
and on Saturday Charlie and I are going to meet Laura Beth, Scott, Ada and John in Adairsville,
to bring LB, Ada, and John back to Scottsboro for a week with us.
I am very Journey Proud.