A Trip Down Memory Lane

partridge-innThe evening air was sultry, especially for early May. Everything smelled of sweet honeysuckle as we made our way into the church.  This was Augusta, Georgia.  And a group of long time friends had gathered here for one big fat Southern wedding that  none of us are ever likely to forget.

Six months ago when I booked a room at The Partrige Inn for this blessed event, I had plans to write about it.  Known as “The Grand Hotel of the Classic South,” it is a historic landmark first built as a private residence in 1836. With its expansive verandahs and balconies, it isn’t hard to see why dignitaries have been charmed for more than a century. But, this hotel only served as the backdrop for a weekend that reminded me that life is less about where you are than who you are with.

In true Southern hospitality, we were all invited to the rehearsal dinner and wedding brunch, but the afternoon was ours for the taking. We could have toured downtown Augusta or visited Augusta National Golf Club, home of the Masters, but instead, we all sat on the front porch drinking Bloody Mary’s, delighting in each other’s company as if not a day had passed since we were last together.

b-c-carriageI know we will all remember many different details of the Bennett/Wilson wedding, but I feel certain they won’t include the food (though amazing) or the floral arrangements (though worthy of Southern Living). The fondest memories will be the sound of strings playing the theme song from “Love Actually” in soaring anticipation of the processional, the glow of the bride, a quintessential “daddy’s girl,” as she experienced the paradox of letting go of his arm to take hold of her husband-to-be, and the way the groom hugged his parents and whispered “I love you” in a sea of bubbles and rose petals as his new wife stood waiting, waving goodbye outside the limo door.

And mostly, we will look back with nostalgia as we do on most occasions when we are lucky enough to be in the same place at the same time and wish that it was possible to “pick a Southern city and all move there” as a friend not so jokingly suggested.   Sometimes a dose of old friends and a trip down memory lane is better than any world-class destination. Like food for the soul, there is nothing quite as comforting.

A final toast, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Hollis Wilson III. Thanks for one helluva time and reminding us all what matters most.

TIP: Need better friends? May I suggest the South, where your neighbors will make you a casserole the day you move in and the friendships you make will become your family for life.

The Partridge Inn.  2110 Walton Way.   Augusta, Georgia 30904.  800-476-6888

6 thoughts on “A Trip Down Memory Lane”

  1. Roger Tripp (Dad)

    You can take the girl out of the South (reluctantly), but you can’t take the South out of the girl (Thank God).

  2. Love it 🙂 Let me know when you’re back in our part of the South so maybe we can grab lunch.

  3. *sigh* Makes me want to hop on a plane and go back to Bama and see all my friends and family…I miss the South, thanks for reminding me of how much.

  4. Spoken from the soul of a true Southerner. You captured the essence of the South in this Post. I can smell the sweet aroma of flowers and freshly mown grass on a crisp Spring day. I can hear the birds singing their sweet melodies as they bid farewell to a bitter, cold winter. I can see the beauty of lovers walking hand in hand, not having a care in the world. And, I can taste the freshly squeezed lemonade and scratch baked chocolate chip cookies served on the newly painted front porch. Ahh, close your eyes and imagine how your senses are heightened when you come home to the South. There’s no place like it.

  5. Kristin Tripp Miller

    Love it!!!! You know that the best friendships are those that you can miss spending time with for months or even years, but when you do finally see them again it’s as if you were never apart! Us southerners are the best…..and we are by far the best host. You and Dave need to move closer to home…..we miss y’all! Love ya

  6. Colonel D. L. Jessup, Jr.

    Yes Ma’am, as ah was sayin’ to your old Daddy as we frolicked along the grounds of the old Sapona Estate just yesterday, ah’m glad we live in a land wheah the honeysuckle vines produce such sweet elixir. The festooned aroma of the South – the honeysuckle, the whiff of roasted pork upon the spit, the perfume of putrefied mercury down by the old Duracell Plant, it makes us glad to be alive child. We miss you heah verily sweet child, but know you are involved in important mission work out in the wild, wild west.

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