Country stores in the American South were small wooden buildings that served as community gathering spots along rural roads. These stores stocked a variety of items like flour, canned goods, nails, and candy. 

When I was a boy soft-drinks didn't come in cans or plastic bottles. They were glass and returnable. On a good day of collecting a boy could pick up a pocket full of change simply returning empty bottles to the store. 

For nearly thirty-five years, the small town of Brooklet has marked the beginning of Christmas the same way—by gathering together in the heart of downtown and watching a tree burst into light.

The South moves to a different rhythm than the rest of the country. It is a slower pace. Though people sometimes criticize that pace, those who grew up her understand that it was never really about being slow. It was about paying attention.

There was a time in the South when life moved a little slower.  This is a story from that time.

There was a sound you heard in the South that you rarely hear anymore. A gentle memory of the screen doors that never stayed shut and the slower rhythm of life in the old South.

A nostalgic reflection on the ice cream trucks that once rolled through Southern neighborhoods, bringing music, excitement, and a sweet taste of summer to children everywhere.

A quiet reflection on childhood in the rural South during the 1960s—dirt roads, long summer days, country stores, and the kind of freedom children once knew.

Reflect on a timeless Southern childhood in the 1960s—freedom, dirt roads, and lazy Saturdays that last forever.