Scrapbook | Hometown


In keeping with the rest of my life, this post is late and random. Today I am far away from home so, for a moment, I will turn fond thoughts toward old Montgomery and think upon a happy day in May.

The day after I moved back home from the last day of the last year of my college education, my darling Olivia hatched the brilliant idea to have a Montgomery Day -- a time dedicated to seeing our hometown as a tourist would see it. A post-graduation homecoming seemed the perfect opportunity to reacquaint myself with the city. Most would agree that we become immune to the wonders of our own places of origin and often only see the negatives of our homes. Dedicated to gazing anew at our deeply historic city, Liv and I took a (sweaty) walking tour of downtown Montgomery to rediscover this jewel. Among our stops: the Civil Rights Museum & Memorial, the State Capitol, the First White House of the Confederacy, the Riverfront, E.A.T. South, Cottage Hill, and Hank Williams' grave.

Although my town played a major role in an ugly story of division and hatred, my heart swells with pride to share Montgomery with the paths of heroes like Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr. Our origins are complex -- none all good or all bad -- but we must own them. Montgomery raised me to believe in the deep rightness of equality, the charm of chivalry, and the beauty of bare feet. And for that I am thankful.