Country Roots

As I walk into a store, a gentleman holds the door open. When I am making my way down the road, I will get a friendly wave from someone driving past. A familiar face greets me at church.

Here in the South, hospitality is a staple. The people here have not yet forgotten what a tip of a hat and a “Mornin’, little lady” means. I have often found myself longing for the days when if a man cursed in the presence of a female, he would tip his hat and say, “Pardon the language, ma’am.”

I have been to the North. The closer you get to New York, the harsher the attitudes get. Sounds of car horns and agitated voices drown out the “Please” and “Thank you”. I could never live anywhere but right here in Arkansas. Saline County shares many characteristics of the old America. The America that was once notorious for her mannerisms. The America that relied on God alone for her strength. The America who, instead of developing friendships through Facebook and Twitter, did it over a meal with loved ones.

Once in a blue moon, you can still find a relic of the old America. When someone has a need, there are people lined up to help. Be it a relationship that has grown over years through church, or just new friends, you can always find another person who cares about you.

That is what makes the South so appealing. Not only to those who live here, but also those passing through. I have made many friends who were only here for a short visit, but admitted they wanted to stay because of the personalities and the immense care everyone displays for each other.

What is the definition of hospitality? Well, there isn’t one that would do it justice. You cannot confine hospitality into merely a few words. It is love and charity for those around you. It is putting a couple quarters into a bucket for a cancer patient. It is placing food on someone’s doorstep who just lost a loved one. It is carrying an elder’s groceries. It is holding a door open.

You could give me an all-expense paid trip to the north for a year. I would not accept it. I get homesick only going to a camp for a few days. This place that I call home is so much more than just a location. It has left a brand on my heart. It will eternally be recognized by me as the one place I belong. Of all of the characteristics of Saline County, hospitality is the most honorable and true.

If you wish you lived in a big city, just sit back and look around you. Appreciate what Arkansas is. Places like this don’t exist anymore. Be grateful that you were blessed to be a part of such an amazing community.

Were you born and raised in Arkansas? Or have you moved here from somewhere else? I would love to hear your opinions of Saline County via email.