Fellow gardeners two things I can promise you, one I ain’t going to ask you if it’s HOT enough for you, I been outside just checking on everything and it’s HOT enough for me and I bet it’s HOT enough for you too……:-) And two, I ain’t going to put together a hurricane emergency kit today or tomorrow or well anytime soon…..:-)
I been holed up today switching between the Weather Channel, CNN, FoxNews and MSNBC following every update, every gust of wind, every drop of rain, every change of storm track of Hurricane Irene…..I’ve been watching it so much and so closely that I’m starting to call my wife “Irene” instead of Linda…..:-) I keep hearing about a foot or more of rain falling, wind gusts of 110 mph and a storm surge that going to flood roads, beaches and everything else. Now I ain’t making light of what’s going on now with Hurricane Irene to my neighbors to the north cause it’s serious business for sure….
And I imagine it’s going to be about as bad as they’re saying though I hope they’re all wrong, all of them. Jim Cantore, Andrea Mitchell, Wolf Blitzer and Max Mayfield, the hurricane expert of all time and everyone else I’ve heard from today and yesterday and will hear from tonight and tomorrow and Sunday….But I’m afraid they’re not going to be too awful off target as to what them folks are in for up north….I reckon I’m hanging in there with all them folks in the path of Hurricane Irene and all them talking heads on TV talking about Hurricane Irene till she finally passes over Nova Scotia and is threatening Iceland and whatever is above Iceland…..:-)
But when I listen to the news on the TV all day about floods and rain and winds and storm surge and all I see when I went outside just now is my plants wilting in the sun, not a wisp of a wind and rain? Rain? Are you kidding me?…..I can’t hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and eroding the beaches cause when I walk on the grass in my backyard all I hear is crunching of the grass under my feet…..:-) It’s just weird fellow gardeners. Weird immersing myself in everything to do with Hurricane Irene when in reality the chances of Hurricane Irene impacting me over here on Second Avenue are pretty slim at best….
No matter though I’m going to keep watching Hurricane Irene updates and imagining rain and wind and storm surge even as I see the temperature gauge close in on a 100 degrees on the back porch and the wind gauge not even twitch a little bit and the rain gauge? I don’t even call it a “rain” gauge anymore, I just refer to it as “that thing over there”……:-)
But I’m thinking I’ll let the talking heads make it on their own for a few hours tomorrow. You see they’re having a reunion tomorrow at the “Y” and Linda and I were fortunate enough to be invited and we’re really looking forward to it. Folks getting together to celebrate everything to do with the Mill Village here in Piedmont.
We used to have a cotton mill here in Piedmont called Standard, Coosa, Thatcher and before that I think it was called Coosa Manufacturing and like a lot of mills in the south and elsewhere a community grew up around it, homes, stores and schools…..I reckon the Cotton Mill, the people who worked there and their families were as close as anything to being the “heart” of the town….I know I always thought of them as that….When I was a kid and worked in my families clothing store (I use the word “work” loosely though) I remember seeing lots of the folks who worked in the mill come in and trade with my folks….I got to know who was who, and what shift they worked.
I always thought of the Cotton Mill as this big humming machine inside a big brick building that covered several blocks of our small town….You see I had to use my imagination cause I never even walked inside the Mill, never even peaked in a door or a window, though I wish I had now…The main thing I remember about the Mill other than all the folks who worked in the there and their families who came in my folks store was when I started “going to town”. Circling the Dairy King and Coffee Cup in your car was “going to town”. And when you’d head to the Dairy King you’d ride by the Mill and when you did you might see the shift change and if you did you’d see all the folks crossing the street to get to their cars to go home after their shift was over or you’d see them crossing the street from the parking lot to the Mill to begin their shifts, either way you stopped your car and waited till all the folks had crossed the street….You stopped and waited out of respect….
I know lots of folks miss the Mill, the city administration does, I reckon they miss the taxes the Mill paid into the city, the Mill was a valuable economic part of our town… And the owners of the stores in town miss the Mill too, I reckon they miss all the folks who worked at the Mill who shopped at their stores.
But I miss the Mill cause I miss the beating “heart” of the town…..I miss the humming machines inside that big brick building I never even saw inside of….I miss the folks who I stopped for who were crossing the street to go to work to earn money to send their kids to college or buy them a car and just to buy the necessities of life. I surely do miss the people who lived in the Mill Village and worked in the Mill for so many years and I miss everything they were to this town….You see every town like every person has to have a “heart” and it’s a shame Piedmont lost its “heart” when the Mill closed and it’s never been the same since….
I don’t mean it’s “dead” cause it lost it’s “heart”e cause it isn’t…And I don’t mean that Piedmont isn’t a good town now or that it won’t be even better in future, but it’ll never be the same for sure…..I reckon I just mean fellow gardeners that I miss the Mill, the Mill Village and the folks who worked in the Mill and their families and who were the lifeblood of this town for a long, long time…..They were the “heart” of this town….
Paul From Alabama
Now I re-read my little story just now I got the feeling that you might get the feeling I was saying that everyone that worked in the Mill or that lived in the Mill Village on the day the Mill closed just disappeared like a magician makes a shapely, scantily clad woman disappear out of a box she just stepped into on stage, not hardly that fellow gardeners….:-) You see they’ll be all kinds of folks that still live in the Mill Village or used to live there coming to the reunion tomorrow at the “Y”. The children or grandchildren or even great grandchildren of folks who either worked in the Mill or lived in the Mill Village will be there…..And they’ll all be getting together tomorrow to share a good meal and reminisce about when the Mill and the Mill Village were the “heart” of this town…..I can’t wait till tomorrow to hear all the stories ….And on the way to the “Y” tomorrow to go to the Mill Village reunion, when I get to the cross walk in front of the old Mill I’m going to stop for a moment…Stop out of RESPECT….
Paul From Alabama