Friday, May 31, 2013

Long May They Wave

Blog articles are always editorials...especially from your innkeeper here at The Claiborne House B&B! I try to keep them geared toward travel, tourism and hospitality. But every once in a while there is something extra special and touching, and I feel led to share it.

So here is one that really was a letter to the editor of the Franklin News Post here in Rocky Mount, Virginia:
Long May They Wave
Mom and Dad came over Memorial weekend, and after we ate I recommended a walk around Rocky Mount. Tony replied with “I have been walking behind a mower for half the day” so it was just Dad and I who set off to wander around town.

We walked a loop to uptown, down Warren Street and through downtown and then up past High Street Cemetery. We noticed the unmistakable scent of honeysuckle in the air, and the sounds of children laughing at backyard barbeques.

When we approached uptown I spied the flags on the courthouse lawn which made me smile, and gave thanks in my heart to those who fought for our freedom.  We stopped at the benches facing Virgil Goode’s campaign office and Dad remarked on how old that building must be, and we discussed its history.  I then told Dad that I drive past this exact spot to be waved at. He said “Huh? Waved at?” I said “Yes, there are two gentlemen who are here some evenings, especially on Sunday evenings after suppertime and wave at you as you drive past.”

Dad was flummoxed and said “Who are they? And why do they wave at people?” I told Dad I don’t know their names, but we call them the Rocky Mount Welcome Committee, sometimes. As to why they wave, I haven’t a clue, but I like it. When they wave at me, for no reason other than being friendly, it makes me happy.

So I took it upon myself, since they were not there at this time, Sunday evening after supper, to be a surrogate waver.  Dad thought I may have finally lost my marbles…he was bewildered by this.

I began to wave 

I waved at cars full of families on this holiday weekend, I waved at couples dressed up for cookouts and picnics, and those going to the “church of the covered dish” to break bread together.

I noticed a pattern as I stood there waving at passersby, I discovered, I think, the reason why these two gentleman wave:


Dad, who still thinks I am off my rocker, said after we came home “Maybe we should start a movement, where people wave all the way across America, and for no other reason than being friendly.” I liked that idea. I hope you wave at someone you don’t know today, and they might actually wave back!