When we started Helmsie, Karla and I were most inspired by the places that we have lived throughout the South. We love the traditions, the design and the rich history of the southern towns and cities.
One thing that I, Sarah, love about the South are the traditions that get passed from generation to generation. I grew up in a small town in Tennessee and you will find an abundance of tradition there. Another thing I love is getting to see my kids experience said traditions. Last weekend we did just that.
When my Dad, Jim, was little, he and his dad were out mowing the lawn when the mower died. So, they hopped up in my Grandfather's truck and headed into town to buy another. Hours later my Grandfather returned with no mower and no Jim. Casually, he explained to my Grandmother that Jim was making his way back from town (miles from their house) on his new bike. By himself. Ha!
I heard this story many times growing up, but have a new appreciation for how my Grandmother must have reacted now that I am a mother myself. So, the story goes in my family: You go to town to buy a mower and come home with a new bike. This pretty much also sums up my childhood.
My son, Helms, turned four a couple of weeks ago and he has been begging us for a bike. We already had a trip planned to see my parents on his birthday weekend and I knew the perfect way to surprise him. The place where my dad picked out his bike all those years ago, Boyd's Bicycle Shop, is actually still in business right off State Street in Bristol, TN. It is even owned by the same family.
That Saturday morning, my Dad told Helms that his mower had broken and we needed to head into town to buy a new one. Guess where we ended up?
Don't worry, both Helms and the bike rode in the car all the way home to Atlanta!