I recently returned from my birth town in Alabama. I had not been back to Alabama since my late mother passed in 2007, so after I received an email from her last living sibling, I thought it would be a good time to fly back to see some of the people that helped mold me as a child.
I don't really mine flying, but normally I fly with Nancy. Without her to talk to, I noticed some things Nancy tells me I do all the time. I notice weird stuff or stuff most people don't think twice about.
I always try to get some sleep while flying and that is not always easy. Besides the fly attendant and pilots announcements, there is always the crinkling of paper, the crying baby, talk between the guy behind you or his kicking of your seat, the whooshing of air outside, the inaudible sound of someone watching a movie or playing a video game. And then the passengers rushing to get on the plane and their inpatient rush to get off. The hussle bussle in the terminals, people strolling through, and others running to catch the next flight. The single person sitting in the bar talking on his/her phone, or doing nothing at all, but drinking. I told you before, I am a people watcher.
But getting back to my visit. I was born, and partly raised on a very rural farm in Northern Alabama. It was not a big fancy farm, maybe 10 -15 acres. Yes, I picked cotton like nearly everyone then. Some of my meals consisted of cornbread and milk, and I helped with many of the chores as I could handle as a 7 or 8 year formally city kid. To go back and visit with my childhood cousins and playmates was great. We shared funny and sad stories from years ago as we enjoyed the famous southern cooked meals. Some not too healthy, but GOOD!
Now that we are all older, some have some serious health problems that hurts me deeply. I wonder if their lifestyle which brought that on, or if it was just in the genes of our family. Some seem to be doing very well, both healthwise and financially, while other are struggling with both. We chatted about that and so much more for hours, which I loved and cherish that time. All of them are respectful, honest religious, and down to earth people that came from meager means. Definitely blue collar family members. As much as I love them and greatly enjoyed seeing them again, I don't know if I go back to Alabama again. Alabama has a long history of prejudice against any race except white. I noticed that as a child and in this recent visit from the talk of others and some in my family. That disturbs me to the bone. Don't get me wrong, Alabama is a beautiful state and the cost of living is cheaper than Arizona. It is just not where I'd want to live. And not that Arizona is always great either or perfect. Just saying.
So after 4 days, I flew home. Short but good. The final evening there we all (most of us) gathered for a meal at a local restaurant and continued swapping stories. As my son said to me many years ago, "You can pick your friends, but you can not pick your family." I think I hit the jackpot with my family. They are a great bunch of people. I love them and I will miss them. Take care and stay safe.
The now runned-down house I was partly lived and was raised in.