“Are we going to the bull sale or the Peanut Butter Festival?” Jim popped this question after I had dodged farmer’s pickup trucks on the highway to run and snap a picture of a sign for a bull sale stuck into the red clay by the road. Who could resist that opportunity? But the festival was on my agenda for the day. With those directions in place, Jim cracked a joke, “Yeah, we don’t have room in the Jeep for a bull.” Grinning in the direction of the white cotton fields rolling past the Jeep’s window, I mumbled, “No, we don’t need another old bull in the Jeep.”
We missed the parade. Parking lots were full on our entry road, but I spied a photo shot better than the bull sale or the parade.
A row of gleaming white porcelain toilets was there in the sunshine for all to see behind the Main Street stores.
Flowers were growing in profusion from the bowls and tanks. I snapped my pictures and pulled a snippet of aloe from one of the toilet bowls. When I swung my camera bag inside the car, Jim accused me of swiping purty flowers and said the law would be after me for sure. “They were in the toilet, may I remind you?! Besides, they grow faster than weeds.”
We found a parking place and walked along the sidewalk to the main festival place. Following a young couple holding hands with a little girl wearing a frilly tutu, I thought of when we were young and did the same. “Jim, remember when we were just like that young couple? I notice one exception though, I didn’t have a cellphone in the back pocket of my jeans in those days.” As a dead giveaway, Jim said, “Oh, you’re right, but I hadn’t noticed her derriere.” “Um..right! Sure, you didn’t notice!” Jim rambled on, “Besides, you had the cutest – Ouch! Why did you jab me?” Lowering my voice I said, “Shh! The people behind us will hear you!”
Inquiring minds are nosy about the couple near our age who followed us on the sidewalk. What did they say? I didn’t hear the words, but I have it on good authority that it went something like this. The old lady said to the handsome man, “Honey, have you noticed that the woman ahead of us is wearing a jacket that doesn’t match her blouse? Don’t you think she is too old to wear those jeans, and they really don’t flatter her fanny?” Her astute husband said, “Oh, I think she looks fine!” Authors comment and rebuttal: “Excuse me! I was in a hurry when I dressed. Otherwise, my ensemble was perfectly coordinated. As for the honest, totally accurate husband’s reply, I’m wondering why she tripped the poor fella right there on Main Street in front of the Piggly Wiggly sign.”
This was one fun festival! I’m so very glad we did not miss it. I will let the pictures tell most of the story.
The sweet dogs in the picture above are thirteen year old triplets. They’ve posed for calendars and all sorts; now they’ve posed for me.
We kept talking to people, looking at the hand-made goodies, enjoying the displays, listening to music, eating samples of delicious food and watching the dancing. All the while, I had my eye on the mule and wagon rides. I dearly wanted to ride the old wagon, but time was slipping away. We walked back to the Jeep and headed out of town. I told Jim how much I had wanted to ride the wagon, and that adorable man turned the car around and took me back.
We waited for the wagon with all of the children, not a one in the bunch much more than twelve years old. Who says you can’t have a second childhood? I rode in front – first class! Jim was in the cheap seats in the back on a bale of hay. After two rides around the block, I alighted like Queen Elizabeth from her carriage, except for the hay stuck to my shoes. I hope there was only hay stuck to my shoes.
Jim asked about my ride up front. I told him it was great. In fact, I mentioned to Don that my dad’s family came from Pike County where Brundidge is located. Don pointed to one of the oldest buildings and said it was built by a man with Dad’s last name, and he listed a bunch of notable, prominent people with our family name.
Jim said, “Were any of them in jail for stealing aloe plants from the public toilets?”
Next time we will head on over to the Bull Sale!
Click here for Cattle in France on the France – storytelling and pictures page. This France page is especially for my friends in Babbie, Alabama. See Babbie’s connection to France by clicking above.
Read “A French Opportunity” for more small-town stories and other adventures further away yet with the same feeling of warmth and humor.
I am very thankful to the friendly people in this pretty little town with its main street of well-preserved old buildings with many businesses still operating. I was impressed that such a small town has a theater – We Piddle Around Theater – with cultural events. Check it out by clicking on the theater name. You will find more information about the Peanut Butter Festival, celebrated for twenty one years with heaps of old-fashioned fun.
Families were gathered to watch the parade from the wide verandas of old houses, and children ran and played on the green lawns. The antique stores are worth a visit, and you shouldn’t miss the museums in Brundidge, a town with a great sense of fun and humor. Circle your calendar for next year’s Peanut Butter Festival.
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