Sunday, July 7, 2013
Sentimental Sunday - My Childhood Town
When I was about 3 years old, my family moved to Batesburg, South Carolina (located a little over an hour away from Columbia). My dad was the pastor of First Baptist Church in Batesburg, and my mom taught math and science at Batesburg-Leesville Middle School. I spent the majority of my elementary childhood there. Looking back, I realize that I was able to experience life in a way that very few people my age were ever able to. I never had to dial all 6 numbers to make a phone call, locking doors was completely optional, and riding bikes without helmets out of the neighborhood to the corner store to get a glass bottle of coke was completely acceptable. I grew up around the corner from a family that had multiple acres of land with a small farm on it. I called them Nana and Papa, climbed hay stacks with their grandchildren, played with puppies that were born there and picked peaches from their trees. I ate from the 3 pecan trees and 2 plum trees in my backyard without needing to wash off pesticides. I remember my mom making plum jelly and eating it year round. I remember going to the store on Main Street with her to pick out my adoption doll. I remember walking to school with my Dad when I was in Kindergarten. I remember fishing with him in Mr. Cohn's pond. I remember lying on my back in the backyard at night and seeing so many stars - WAY more than I could ever imagine seeing in my backyard now! I loved the people there, especially from my neighborhood and church! They were like family, and although I rarely have the chance to see them, I treasure every chance I have.
Today, however, my elementary school is no longer used as a school, my childhood house burned down and another, more modern house, was built in its place, and some of my church family and neighbors have passed away. I don't have many chances to go back, maybe (if i'm lucky), once a year, but I go back whenever I can. I drive through my old neighborhood. I drive by the schools. I drive by the church. I visit the cemetery. All the while, I remember - remember a town that has given me memories that I will treasure forever, and I thank God for the time He gave me there.