Lavonia is probably no different from any other small Southern town, but it’s my town, my observations, my pride. And here’s why :
Postman, making home deliveries, bypasses mailbox, opens back door, places mail on kitchen table——because the recipient is an elderly, home-bound lady who lives alone.
Five downtown pastors meeting regularly, often for lunch : Church of God, Fairview Baptist, First Baptist, First Presbyterian, and First Methodist. Four are white; one is black.
A locally owned beauty shop, a visual of trust between owner/operator and customers. Cash drawer opened for and by any and all. Customers place cash or check in drawer with no instructions, dialogue, or supervision from owner. Loose cash ? No worries.
A city worker who climbed off his tractor to help a stranger who was walking unsteadily. Low blood sugar diagnosed.
Walking Gracie downtown one evening, and someone passing in a car yells out the window, ” Hey, Mrs. Toney “. Happened to be a former FCHS student, black male.
Local premier contractor who built our house recommending potential clients to us for reference. Atlanta folks who asked about the contract. Easy enough : cost for construction written on a napkin——and then built under budget.
Mayor and funeral director one and the same. If he comes calling, you’ll want him to be on city business !
Veterinarian, coming to home early one morning to put down dying dog, in the middle of living room floor, with everybody crying.
Lavonia native, gone for some 50+ years , refusing to sell family property to a potential buyer because the resulting business would not have been an asset for her hometown.
Is Lavonia perfect ? Absolutely not !
But we have more ups than downs, more positives than negatives, more love than hate. It takes a village………………