George Buster Singleton |
(For decades, local historian and paranormal investigator
George “Buster” Singleton published a weekly newspaper column called “Somewhere
in Time.” The column below, which was titled “State flower should have remained
the goldenrod,” was originally published in the Nov. 4, 1993 edition of The
Monroe Journal in Monroeville, Ala.)
I am not one to gripe, but I think our state legislature was
out for lunch or on a coffee break when they voted to change the state flower
from the beautiful goldenrod to the camellia.
During these days of the fall season, there is nothing more
beautiful than to ride by a field that is full of blossoming goldenrods. To
watch them wave and toss in the autumn winds is a sight to behold. And the past
few days have been an ideal time for riding, viewing and absorbing this wild
and golden beauty across the high hills of our county.
This wild beauty requires no care or culturing. It asks for
nothing, but gives to the viewer a wild and primitive beauty that is to be
found in no other flower. If I was asked to compare the goldenrod to something
of equal beauty, I would say that it reminds me of a beautiful, young country
girl, dressed in a colorful gingham dress, with her long, golden hair flowing
in the soft winds of an autumn evening.
As I view the untamed beauty of the wild goldenrod, I am
reminded time and time again of some of the young, beautiful country girls that
I knew and grew up with.
Asking no quarter, these wild and beautiful flowers take the
seasons as they come. No one knows the struggles and hardships these beauties
endure. If it is a dry season, the raw primitive beauty is still there. Should
the season be a wet one, again, their beauty returns to cover the land, asking
for nothing. But yet, in all their hardships, a true beauty bursts forth that
surpasses the best. Truly, our Lord must have had this wildflower in mind when
he placed on this earth the golden-haired girl from the hill country.
Should anyone who reads this grow tired of our world of
fantasy and fairy land, should the games of competition grow boring, as our
modern-day gladiators compete in the arenas on the boob tube, there is a
solution. Head up into the hill country and marvel at the wild and primitive
beauty of the many acres of goldenrods.
Hardly a day passes that I don’t go up into the hill
country, if only for a short time, and marvel at the wild primitive beauty of
the fields of goldenrods. And, each time, as I make my way homeward, I feel
rested, both in mind and in spirit. As I look toward the heavens, the skies
seem more colorful as my thoughts mount the sighing winds of autumn for a
journey too wonderful to describe.
Today in our society, we spend millions of dollars seeking
peace of mind and contentment. We travel to the far corners of the globe in
search of a moment of peace that is to be found right at our fingertips. Just
pause for a moment atop a high hill and view at length the wild goldenrods and
black-eyed susans as they toss back and forth in the autumn winds of the
season. Here is to be found that which all seek but few are fortunate enough to
recognize.
Peace and contentment await there on some hilltop, in the
high country where the beautiful goldenrods blossom forth in the golden rays of
the autumn sun.
When I venture forth each day and watch Mother Nature slowly
spread her autumn blanket of golden colors across the rolling hills, I know for
sure that all can live on this planet we call earth in peace and harmony. The
answer awaits, there in the hill country. But, we have to seek and accept, in
spirit and belief, if we are to be a part.
Those of use who live in this area of our country are blessed.
The peace of mind that is to be found here cannot be measured in silver and
gold. There should be no need for medicines to relax or for the use of tranquilizers
for nerves. A trip to the hill country and a view of the fields of wild
goldenrods will cure that which bothers the mind and hampers the spirit. Take
it from me. I know for sure.
Should you by chance wake up one of these beautiful autumn mornings
with nothing to do, head northwest to the community of Franklin. Turn through
the Red Hills area, then amble across the high hills toward the town of Camden.
While there, relax for a moment over a good cup of coffee.
Then, return by Highway 41, back through the beautiful hill
country and along the winding river through the communities of Coy, Bells Landing
and Finchburg. When you have traveled this 80 or so beautiful miles, your mind
will be at ease, and your spirit will soar as if on the wings of an eagle.
Many times I have made this trip. Just last week a group of friends
and I crossed these hills and returned by the route mentioned above. And, when
our journey was over, we were amazed even more at the marvels of creation. As
we traveled through the countryside, the wondrous colors of early autumn grew
in beauty along the steep slopes and deep valleys that borders the winding
river.
So, as I close for now, I think that I would be safe in
saying that in that land beyond the sunset, there will be great fields of beautiful
goldenrods and black-eyed susans, growing by the river that gives eternal life.
Across the high hills in the distance, the wondrous colors
of autumn will shine in the light-blue rays of the eternal sun – in a place
that knows no sickness, no sorrow or heartaches. In a time that is not measured
in years, but only in forevers.
(Singleton, the author of the 1991 book “Of Foxfire and
Phantom Soldiers,” passed away at the age of 79 on July 19, 2007. A longtime
resident of Monroeville, he was born on Dec. 14, 1927 in Marengo County and
served as the administrator of the Monroeville National Guard unit from 1964 to
1987. He is buried in Pineville Cemetery in Monroeville. The column above and
all of Singleton’s other columns are available to the public through the microfilm
records at the Monroe County Public Library in Monroeville. Singleton’s columns
are presented here each week for research and scholarship purposes and as part
of an effort to keep his work and memory alive.)
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