Small Town, Big Heart-A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife, Day 10

The first time we entered the Mt Airy Lowe’s Home Improvement store a few weeks ago, it was exciting. Beginning a new project, purchasing nails filled us with elation. But after Tom sent me the fourth time in one day because we forgot a hose clamp–I was frustrated.

The same woman waited on me.

“Hello, how are yew?”

I didn’t bother looking up. “Fine, thanks.” My teeth clamped together on the word fine.

“Did ya’ find everything ya’ needed?” My head shot up looking for a sarcastic smile which really said, “Are you stupid or what? Can’t you make a simple list and pick everything up at once!”

Her smiling face held no such accusation. Instead, I noticed smile lines around her mouth as her friendly eyes held mine.

The realization hit me that she really cared how I was and if I found everything I needed.

I stammered. “Yes, er, um, thanks. I did and I really am fine.”

“That’s good! You have a blessed day, honey.”

Something inside me warmed. I hadn’t even looked the woman in the eyes, I was so focused on hurrying home.

She’s the norm here, not the exception. Even with teenagers.

Last night I ordered dinner from the drive-thru of a Bojangles Chicken in Dobson. The Volunteer Ararat Department showed up to burn our two-story-high wood piles. I needed fast food for 10.

The young man at the window took his time with me as I stammered out my order. He made suggestions and looked me in the eyes and even had the order brought out as I waited, all with a smile and a “Yes, Ma’am.”

I’m not really sure what I expected when I moved from the city to the country. If I were honest, I may have thought myself more sophisticated or smarter because I didn’t slur y’all.

The exact opposite is true. The people are teaching me, and I am humbled.

I’m humbled because they’re teaching me that people are more important than an agenda. That working hard and resting are both good. That neighbors are important, and worship essential.

They take time to be polite. They take time to be kind.

I’m not just learning about being the wife of a farmer, I’m learning more about being a human being.

And I just have to say, “Y’all ought to try it!”




2 Comments on "Small Town, Big Heart-A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife, Day 10"

  1. Dorothy Brown says:

    I laughingly know how you felt. When we first moved to Selmer, TN and were fixing up the house to make it “livable”, we thought the Lowe’s in Corinth, MS was our second home! We also have found that the people are so very friendly. They smile and talk to you – even though you are new to the area – but most can’t understand why we would leave FLORIDA to move to a small town like Selmer! We are loving it though, and know it was the right move.
    Also, I wanted you to know that our church is also praying for repentance & revival for our country, starting with us.
    I enjoy your writings, especially nice to be able to “keep up” with you and Tom.

  2. PaulIne Hylton says:

    Thanks, Dorothy. Small town life seems to suit us both. Who knew?

    I’m glad your church is praying too. Praying now before bed.

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