Behind The Bur: A clean slate

ok this is the first blog I've ever had. So I guess I should introduce myself to the blogging world. This is me. (Admittedly one of my better photographs.)

And this handsome guy is my husband.

We are both currently in school. He is a business management major and I am a second semester freshman dental student. I guess I'm starting this blog to catalogue my life in a sense, and perhaps to capture some moments that I can look back on when all of this seems to have been a blur.

So here I go.

Lately, we haven't had a lot of quality time together because of school and other commitments, so Korey asked me if I would want to go saturday for a little road trip to Louisville, GA to see one of GA's former capitols and I took him up on it. It was a perfect day as far as I'm concerned even though it rained steadily and was cold and as it turns out, there isn't much to see in good ole Louisville.

This is the first place of historical significance that we came across on our fieldtrip. The plaque said that it was one of the slave auction places and was probably the only one left standing in GA. I'll just let you read it for yourself.

What a sad part of our state history.

Our next stop was the capitol building which is now used as a courthouse.

You are also welcome to read that sign.

After mulling about town for a little longer we decided that we had seen all that Louisville had to offer and headed back toward home. On the way we passed through Wrens, GA and ate at "Dutch House" which is a small town restaurant and bakery run by mennonite people. The food was good old country cooking and reminded me a lot of a place we like to eat at in our hometown called Lorretta's.

Across the street from Dutch House was a gourd farm and even though it was raining, I asked if we could go and just look at the gourds.

It was cold and raining but Korey (with a little nudging) agreed to go with me to look at them. There were two women in that barn that were selling the gourds. One was the owner of the gourd farm and she talked to us for a bit while she made a fire in an old cast iron stove. Korey kept trying to get me to buy a birdhouse gourd. He could tell that I wanted one, but I didn't want to waste money on something frivolous. While we were talking the lady kept interjecting with "What are you going to do with just one gourd? You need more than one gourd." Honestly, I don't know what you do with more than one gourd. One gourd sounds like more than enough to me. Finally she grabbed my left hand and looked while she asked me if we were married. When I said "Yes, ma'am" she asked me, "Well do you have any children?" and I said, "no, ma'am." I guess I answered her questions correctly because she said, "you take this bag and fill it up and you save your money for college." I was amazed. You know, they just don't make people like that anymore. I protested a little but she insisted and I didn't want to insult her, so I took the bag and not wanting to take advantage of her kindness, I picked out 3 gourds. It was a little miserable out there picking gourds in the rain so I took the gourds inside to show her so we could get back in our warm car and head back home. That sweet lady pitched a fit though. She wanted us to "fill up the bag." So we went back out and gathered more gourds. I have no idea what to do with all of these gourds.