By Ralph Hood
Wife Gail and I have lived in Erwin for a bit over 11 years—and enjoyed it.
We moved here to be near Gail’s then-aging parents. After they passed on, we thought we’d stay right here in Erwin for the rest of our lives.
On the other hand, we’re now growing old—I much faster than Gail—and need to downsize muchly, which means a smaller dwelling. Once that was decided, we started wondering—if we are going to go through the packing and moving process, should we consider moving back to our hometown of 31-plus years in Huntsville, Alabama?
Huntsville is a larger town than we wanted—but it is also the place where we lived for decades and thus the place where we have oh, so many old and faithful friends.
Of course, we have friends in Erwin, but, as Oliver Wendall Holmes wrote: “There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.”
I cite the Holmes quote because, as Edgar Allan Poe wrote in the poem, “The Raven”…
“…Ah, distinctly, I remember…”
…and those old friends in Huntsville are calling.
We’ll try to find a small dwelling on the outskirts of Huntsville near the myriad of trails on the smallish mountain just east of the city. The trails aren’t as long as the Appalachian Trail, but they are beautiful.
My columns in The Erwin Record will cease, of course, but I’ll probably take up writing the old column in Alabama.
In the meantime—thanks Erwin!