This is a guest blog post from my friend Beth Hancock Bizier, another Franklin transplant. Beth arrived a little bit after we did. When you move and you don’t know very many people…if anyone at all…you somehow have an immediate connection and understanding of each other. Beth is a brilliant story teller and I asked her if she would share a story with us…she’s also a sensitive photographer. Enjoy!
My grandfather delivered the local newspaper when I was a child growing up in Florida. It was the morning edition which meant he received them in the wee hours of the morning and along with Wilbur, his helper, headed out into the night to deliver them before the sleepy little towns and people of my childhood home awoke.
In the summers my cousins and I would sometimes ride along. Sitting on top of the mounds of papers in the backseat our job was to hand them to Granddaddy and Wilbur. Granddaddy assuring us that we were a big help because we allowed him to go faster since he didn’t have to stop and reach back for papers, but in truth I’m not sure a trio of giggling girls cutting up in the backseat really did much to help.
In fact sometimes by the end of the route our enthusiasm for staying up all night would be overtaken by our desire to sleep and he would have to shuffle us and the papers so he could finish.
One of his last stops of the night was a local general store which was always just preparing to open. The store, an old wooden building, was filled with all the necessities you might need in a small rural town, including a box of Moon Pies on the counter and in the old cooler a supply of ice cold RC Colas, waiting for folks to come get what many felt was their “breakfast of champions.”
So imagine my delight when we recently visited the charming little town of Bell Buckle, Tennessee.Not far from our new home here in Franklin, it is home to the RC and Moon Pie Festival.
We had no sooner stepped out of the car onto the sidewalk that runs in front of a series of charming storefronts, then the reality of this town’s fondness for RC Cola and Moon Pies became apparent.
Old tin advertising signs announced that the breakfast of champions awaited you inside. The Bell Buckle Café, a not to be missed down home café and home to a live radio broadcast on Saturdays, serves up Moon Pie based desserts.
The old general store, now an ice cream parlor, reminded me of that sweet old store from my childhood with its wooden counter and shelves of old grocery boxes and tins. The wooden floor creaking as we walked.
Charming vignettes of antiques and vintage finds beckoned me from windows and sidewalk displays; a modern day treasure hunt at its best and always a source of “oh my granny had one of those or we had that same chair when I was a child” remembrances awaiting me inside.
And for a few wonderful hours on a beautiful Middle Tennessee day, the distance between childhood and adulthood, the home of my roots and this new home of my future was bridged by the dear sweet memories made fresh in the form of an RC Cola and a Moon Pie.
I’d love it if you’d share some of your childhood memories…
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