Friday, May 22, 2015

May 22 – “Day Five: Florence to Huntsville (Alabama, not Texas)”

We started our day by seeking out the childhood home of Helen Keller.  Gotta maintain the historical integrity of our tour, after all.  We were there pretty early, so we got the grand private tour of the house.  In one room the lady even let Chris go behind the gate.  She asked if Chris had ever heard the name of the style of homemade quilt on the bed.  Of course Chris knew.  Who wouldn’t?  Called it a “crazy quilt.”  Chris knew all about them.  I just knew a crazy quilt lady.  Married her.  They had restored the inside of the home and even had 85% of the original furniture and other furnishings.  Made it really easy to recall ZPatty Duke playing Helen Keller in that movie, The Miracle Worker.  The Lion’s Club adopted the grounds and added a garden and educational center.  A video was playing on a constant loop of Helen giving a speech.  That was fascinating.

Next we made an on-purpose swing back into the downtown area of the little town we had been lost in the night before, Sheffield.  They had one significant draw that I just could bear to pass up without so much as a picture.  The giant Aluminum Rock and Roll Guy.  We checked him out on line.  He wasn’t supposed to be Elvis after all.  Just a random guy singing rock and roll.  Why erect a giant aluminum statue in the middle of downtown?  To draw a few random tourists, I guess.  Was it worth the stop?  Absolutely.

Next we found a place called Pope’s Tavern Museum.  It served as an inn on a stagecoach run, and then as a hospital for both Confederate and Yankee forces during the Civil War.  We shared the museum curator with a class full of third graders from a local Catholic school.  In one room the guy asked if anyone knew what one particular object was.  He said it was out of place and didn’t really belong.  Once I finagled myself into a position to see it I knew the answer right away.  It was a small baptismal font.  Very strange.  I whispered the answer to one of the chaperones, but I don’t think she believed me.  I won that one, though.  The kids weren’t really interested in the font, though.  All they wanted to see was “the creepy thing” they had been told about.  Once I heard the youngsters buzzing, I for sure wanted to see creepy as well.  It seemed simple enough.  One of those shadow boxes hung on the wall with a design of flowers in it.  What’s so creepy about that, right?  Well, one of the ladies who had lived in the house never cut her hair from the time she was born.  After her death her children cut all of her hair off and turned it into the art project so they could hang it on the wall.  They also made some lapel flowers that they could wear to the funeral.  OK.  I’ll give you creepy.  The huge iron vat outside in the yard made up for it, though.  It was used exclusively to boil up hog carcasses after a “hog-killin.” 

A quick lunch at Shoney’s was next.  It was a local landmark in and of itself.  A sign on the bathroom door apologized that all patrons were having to use the same bathroom since “The Accident.”  I thought maybe it was because the bathroom itself was so … pink.  But a little exploration outside revealed that a car had obviously crashed into the wall.  No repairs had been made as of yet.  Hence … pink.

As we approached Huntsville, we called the Huntley House Bed and Breakfast.  (Now, don’t go looking for that one online just yet.  The Huntley’s are some good friends of ours from back in our South Oaks Baptist Church days).  The hostess answered and gave us some great directions: turn right, then left, then left.  Of course we got the embellished version filled with family updates and local color, so it took ten minutes or so.  I sure have missed Diane.  We discovered on our drive across town that Alabama has a mountain.  And we had to get to the other side of it.  Not exactly Colorado, but pretty nonetheless.  They had something called a Burritt up there, too.  Still not sure what that is.  Following Diane’s directions, we found the house with no trouble at all.  Everything was just as she had said, down to the Lowes, WalMart and road construction.  We spent the evening catching up with old friends.

Hotel rating thus far?  The house is beautiful.  HGTV would be proud.  Not only did we get a home-cooked meal (roast) for supper and our own bedroom, we also have a private bathroom with double sinks (although I think we only have clearance to use one of them).  And how’s this for a topper?  Not one, but a whole dish of candy mints on our pillow.  Eat your heart out, Holiday Inn.  A new bar has been set.  Can it get any better than this?  First night … five starfish.

Hebrews 13:1-2 says, Keep on loving each other as brothers.  Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.”


Father, I’m sure not claiming angelhood by any means, but thank you for good friends and shared memories.  Amen.

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