I took a trip to the Greensboro Farmers Curb Market today. If you follow me on Instagram, you likely know that because my feed and story were flooded with it (sorry…not sorry).
I forgot about this place. I hadn’t been since I was a kid, and midweek I decided I’d go early on Saturday.
While Reid was with Sadler at swim team practice, Everly and I made the short drive to the old War Memorial Stadium. We parked and walked across the street to find a good crowd, even better vibes, and lots of smiling folks.
Everly lasted about a half hour and started begging to go home. With two heirloom tomatoes, two cucumbers, a soap sample, and a Citronella plant in hand, we walked back to the car and I drove her home. I grabbed my favorite bag perfect for more market finds and headed back out–alone this time.
For all my fellow mama friends, y’all know the feeling. Being alone doing just about anything becomes somewhat like magic. But being able to browse and buy and make real conversation with a stranger is a precious thing to me.
I scored some homemade laundry soap, a soy candle, peaches, a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, grits and ginger pancake mix, and some goat cheese.
I was met with warm smiles, solid eye contact and just enough southern charm to remind me how much I love North Carolina.
Two old men and one lady referred to me as “cute”. I smiled and said “thank you”.
As I leisurely walked back to my car, I recalled all of the baseball games I went to at that old stadium. Remembered the summer my dad played. And I thought of Mama Dot.
Mama Dot and Papa Fred (the best great-grandparents that ever did live) lived just a few minutes away. As I drove home, I felt an urge to go by their old house. They’ve been gone for 9 years now, and visiting their old house hasn’t been something I could do until today.
Without being too much of a creep, I pulled over just long enough to take a few pictures. The memories started to rush through my mind as I sat there.
The driveway I rode my bike down 500 times and scraped my knee.
The rose bush by the road I would smell near the wood fence at the top of the driveway.
The garage doors that led to Papa’s favorite place to be, filled with tinkerings and lawn mowers and tools for days. Those garage doors used to have an iron rooster and hen hanging over them. Thanks to an amazing person in my life, those now hang in my kitchen.
The mailbox that I remember watching be made. I was fascinated as each stone was stacked so perfectly, like a puzzle. All the mail I fetched from it over the years.
The basement door that led to “under the house”, where you’d find a small grocery store filled with canned goods. Plenty to last two winters.
I’d give anything to have one more day with them.
For them to meet my children.
To sit around their kitchen table and eat a tomato sandwich and daydream as Mama Dot would say, “a penny for your thoughts…”
To write Papa’s checks so he could pay his bills.
To help Mama Dot make one more banana pudding.
For one more “wowee” kiss and one more bedtime prayer.
To hear her complain about the rusted water tower a block away. (I wonder what she thinks about it now, because it looks much worse today than it ever did then)
As I write these words, I taste the salty tears that are dripping down my cheeks.
Knowing they are both with Jesus is a reason to smile, and remembering all those good days I was blessed to have with them is a reminder of many things.
A reminder to love better. To be kinder. To walk slower.
A reminder to take time to really know people. To cherish family and to be a good friend.
A personal challenge to see my kids the way God sees them. To love my husband deeper and to keep clinging onto hope that life only gets sweeter as relationships deepen.
One more day would not be enough, but it sure would be a plenty.
This side of town will always be special to me. I’ve watched Revolution Mill transform from a busy place where many worked long hours, to an empty space with unused potential, and now to a thriving retail and corporate facility.
The word “love” is in the word Revolution. Backwards, but it’s there. I kind of like that.
Love really is all you need.