By By MaryClaire Foster
This weekend’s Williams Station Day was a family affair for most people in the area, including me.
My parents and grandmother made the trip from Birmingham Friday afternoon to spend the weekend with me.
Driving down, my mother asked me not to worry about cooking for them, and I assured her the thought had never crossed my mind.
We grabbed a quick Mexican dinner, always a family favorite, and they headed off to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things.
As I’ve mentioned before, the thought of Wal-Mart being more than 10 minutes away is completely foreign to my family and on the ride there I received a call from my mother telling me she thought the trip was taking forever and seemed much longer than 25 minutes away.
Saturday morning came and true to his self, my dad was clamoring for his usual routine of breakfast in a crowded restaurant.
Back home, my dad has adopted the tradition of meeting his male friends on Saturdays for breakfast at a local restaurant.
After settling for an all female breakfast with his mother and daughter (my mother was at my apartment not feeling well) he perked right up and we went home to get ready for the festival.
By the time we got back home, my mom was up and feeling better and preparing her goodies for the paper’s tent.
My mom has recently gotten into creating fruit breads with Splenda and is testing them out on people to see if she has a chance for a business.
We went off to the festival with more bread and cake than I could count or carry.
After dropping off the goodies at the tent, we started exploring all Williams Station Day had to offer.
My favorite part of Williams Station Day was the arts and crafts.
I particularly loved the metal garden sculptures, but after remembering I had no garden to place them in, I walked away.
My mom and I did buy some exquisite homemade pottery, and I’ve already broken in my new coffee mug.
The newspapers tent was in a prime spot near the main stage, and I was lucky enough to work during the time several performers played.
While I did appreciate the energy that the Alabama Blues Brothers and Dew Pendleton brought, I have to say my favorites were Acoustic Soul and Jimmie Rogers.
Their slower, folk-twanged music was right up my alley.
After the day winded down, we headed home to watch the Alabama game and as excited as I am for my team, I can’t help but feel a little bitter that their winning streak occurred the first year after I had graduated.
Still, I’m enjoying my new adventure in Atmore and it made it all the better when everyone was just as welcoming to my family as they have been to me.
My family loved seeing Main Street and the houses around town and fell in love with their charm just as I did when I first arrived.
Overall the weekend was a great trip for my family, and I look forward to their return.
MaryClaire Foster is news editor for the Atmore Advance. She can be reached at 368-2123 or via email at lifestyles@atmoreadvance.com