When
the supermodel and I moved to the ham, there was no welcoming committee sent by
the chamber of commerce to welcome us to the city. No neighborhood block party
to embarrass myself at. No pies dropped off by June Cleaver. Now, to my 1950s
sensibilities, this was a grave oversight on the part of the city with or
without their current issues. She is a supermodel and is moving to your town.
Cough up some pie people.
Reenactment of our move from Mississippi |
The only couple more perfect and cute than our hosts |
Also, they didn’t show up at my house at 7, require me to run 10 miles, and suggest that I wear sugar socks. Although to be fair, the running club contains my closest friends in Birmingham and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
We
were there to drop off a meal and welcome them to town and were invited to stay
for a dinner that they cooked for us (been in the house three days and already
entertaining) and her brother and his family and her sister-in-laws parents. We
sat on a back porch listening to the children play and getting to know one
another. Several of us had spent time in Oxford, MS so there was the obvious
discussion of where did your child have RSV? Who was your OB? All of which were
points on which the supermodel and the sister-in-law had points in common. All
this time my daughter, stay puft, sat in the grandfather’s lap hanging out.
With stay puft in one hand and a scotch in the other, he endeared himself to us.
After we left many hours later, the
supermodel and I continued to discuss just how wonderful the evening turned
out. We had created a sneaky system of signals for use in case we needed to
escape. I feel okay sharing our safe word as it will never be needed. Remember
the Three Amigos? One word… whippoorwill.
I
am still amazed and grateful for the evening we had. Let’s review our Good
(Southern) Housekeeping handbook shall we? Welcome new emigrants to our
community? Relax on a porch at dusk during the summer with a drink? Sure there
wasn’t seersucker, mint juleps, or warm apple pie but, there was a wonderful
group of people enjoying what I think was one of the South’s quintessential
summer nights.
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