I have such a strong sense of history and a love of all things vintage, back-in-the day, Little House on the Prairie-esque or Waltonian (as in John Boy). A recent drive was suffused with all those things and some old-timey Virginia, as well. The pics just screamed out "edit me in sepia!" so I did. These are pics from late May of Surry and Suffolk, Virginia. It is so interesting that the brave and adventurous settlers of the New World looked back to the old to name their cities: Hampton, Surry, Norfolk, Portsmouth, Suffolk...all named after their homes back in England.
I loved the textures of the back of this building in Suffolk.
I think the physician's office is still in business, but this should be in Mayberry.
The drug store is sadly closed, so Dr. Turnstall can no longer call in a prescription here on a rotary dial phone.
I'd go to upstate New York, find Debra's old blue bicycle, put more geraniums in the basket, and set it in front of the side door we never use.
Every day when I came in to open "Tia Annie's" (what my sister's girls call me), I'd take our old outbuilding wooden ladder and lean it against the wall next to the window on the left. All my carefully collected linens, crisp and starched, would go on those rungs; tea towels, and embroidered pillow cases, table runners with flowers lovingly stitched, and an old quilt or two.
The store windows would be filled with vintage displays, like the old Victrola case I found left for the trash on one side and a stand-alone kitchen cabinet I rescued in the same way...filled with Fire King batter bowls sitting on doilies, and a wonderful old dictionary from 1930 sitting open to the word spectacular next to an old oil lamp. Can't you just see it? Well, maybe not, but I can.
Typical of my Helen, she strove to win over that woman, to kill her with kindness, as it were. She'd quote the scripture from Romans 12:20, "If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.”
I never understood that until I was an adult. The glowing coals phrase is symbolic of a sanctification process. In other words, Helen was helping the cantankerous city employee become a better person. Just like her. I probably would have filed a complaint.