Lynchburg (Blog 5)

Alexis Couser

Lynchburg

Word Count: 297

            My tired eyes widened as my father's truck stopped abruptly at the end of the dirt road.  I saw, for the first time, the sun-glazed Southern landscape of Lynchburg, South Carolina. Lynchburg, despite its eerie name, is the origin of the Couser family and the home of my oldest ancestors. I entered an old house and was quickly greeted by ringing gospel hymns and the aroma of fresh biscuits. My ninety six year old aunt, Aunt Flossie, and her younger brother, Uncle Vernal, welcomed my parents and me with warm hugs.  

            I spent the entire day with Uncle Vernal and most of the night with Aunt Flossie. Uncle Vernal was a farmer. His muscles stretched his thick flannel shirt and overalls. He took me out to the field and I quickly learned that he had to time for taking water breaks or stopping to explain his farming techniques. However, he taught by example and it did not take long for me to catch on. Aunt Flossie had a frail build but was compassionate and wise. During her extensive life, she had witnessed the Civil Rights and Women's Rights movements, world wars, poverty, and a host of other significant events throughout history. That night, we discussed many topics ranging from Southern recipes to living in poverty to the importance of education. She gave great advice and I valued her wisdom as well as her humility.

            During the car ride back home to Maryland, I thought about my time in Lynchburg. I could now see the reason for my parents bringing me to Lynchburg and meeting my distant relatives. They wanted me to see where I came from. I was inspired by my Aunt and Uncle's lifestyles and I developed a deeper sense of self after travelling to Lynchburg.

Travelling to Lynchburg has allowed me to develop a deeper sense of self.