Well, we are slowly meandering our way through the South! If you missed part one of Marshall NC, you can catch up here. As a matter of fact, if you want to follow our entire road trip, you can click on the 'travel' tag over on the right and work your way through from Montana, where we began :) Today I'm really excited to share this post written by my fiance, C. He's a fun storyteller and a great writer, I hope you enjoy his words!
I woke by opening my eyes. I'd been
lying awake for sometime listening to the house heave and creak as the
other occupants and various animals began to stir. I dressed and went
downstairs. Tony, Ruth's fella, had just pulled in in the pickup and the
dogs did two victory laps of the house to celebrate their walk, coming
home and how great it is just being alive and being a dog.
Tony works in construction but work was pretty scarce of late. Scarce
for everyone. We talked about how shit-awful difficult it is digging
post holes when there is lime in the soil. It's like digging in concrete
and either has to be soaked in water, dynamited, or set upon by a dumb
kid with a wedge-pointed bar, a post-hole digger, a deficit of time on
his hands and typical adolescent rage - which was
the experience I drew
upon to hold up my end of the conversation.
Kitty joined us and Ruth brought out some "Everything Bagels" that were
"bagels with a bit of everything in 'em." She's a sweet lady, served our
breakfast on gilt-edged plates painted with local birds, and the family
When I was finished I administered some affection to the noggin of one
of the cats swaggering around on the porch. Crouched down as I was I
looked up to see Ruth smiling. She said "That's Dot. He has feline
aids." I didn't hold it against the poor guy, but I sure wished he would
have let me know before I ate an Everything Bagel he'd seasoned with
his Dot hairs.
Inside Ruth showed us her African violets and "precious things". Said:
"You should photograph these" with a shy hesitation that seemed to say
"these mean a great deal to me. I hope you like them too." I don't know
much about knick-knacks, that's Kitty's forte, but I told her how
fantastic they were and dutifully photographed them with much
After photographing a portrait of Ruth drawn by Liberace, I heard the
screen door snap and a heavy syncopated thumping move towards us on the
boards; muted briefly by the balding Persian rugs. It was one of the
boarders. A smiling block of a woman in an over-sized football shirt,
blue running shorts and flip flops. She began to speak mid-sentence like
she was tuning in and turning up the volume of a conversation that was
already going on in her head.
"...trip out to the woods. Laid out under the stars; rocky
out-cropping and marigolds growing there. The plish of water. Some
people came. Watched 'em dive off the rocks. We had a good spot. Gotta
get there before the herd - know-whadamean? - the herd. Mm-hmm. Yapping dogs and SUVs." She'd
squeeze her eyes shut, nod and stamp a foot after each short sentence.
And I was immediately endeared to her. I could not shake the image of
Sweetums from the Muppet Show as she spoke; and the realization that
with all the animals and characters, honky-tonk piano in the foyer and
creaking boards we'd landed on our very own real life version of a Jim
Thanks C for writing down our wonderful adventure in Marshall! I hope you enjoyed it, Kitty & Buckers!