Alan Jackson sings “Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, never knew how much that muddy water meant to me. But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was, a lot about living and a little ‘bout love.”
Today, I am starting my trek north, back to Squam Lake, back to The Common Man, back to my parents and grandparents, and back to people whose friendships I measure in decades. I will be going back to quiet evenings bubbling around the lake with my parents in their antique boat. Back to kayaking around the cove in the afternoon and then hiking up Rattlesnake Mountain to catch the sunset. Back to my church with its bright white walls that the sunshine and shadows dance upon every Sunday while Judith preaches and the choir sings. Back to The Little Church Theater and Walter’s Basin, Larry the Postmaster and the Holderness General Store. Back to my quintessential small town life.
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, never knew how much that muddy water meant to me, but I learned how to swim and I learned who I was, a lot about living and a little ’bout love.
