Altar Call – Opelika-Auburn News
June 3, 2007
It is fun to slow down and sit on the porch for a few
Mentone is one of
We have made two trips to Mentone and found it delightful
both times. It is a good place to escape the heat in
In the winter Mentone seems dead. There is not much to see.
But in the spring the place comes alive. One big attraction is the Rhododendron
Festival in May. The little town fills up with tourists who drive in to view the
floral beauty, especially the lovely mountain laurels in bloom.
My old friend Fred Thomas knew about Mentone. He remembered
going there as a boy, in the days before air conditioning. He said people came
by train loads to enjoy the cool air in Mentone. That must have been fun a
hundred years ago.
On festival weekends local artists display their wares.
Craftsmen offer their handcrafts for sale. Amateurs, who will never make it the
big stages, provide what they bravely call “live entertainment.” The quaint
“storyteller” left much to be desired the Friday night we heard him. We were
mighty thankful there had been no charge to listen to his feeble attempts to be
For ten bucks a nice young man will take you on a 45-minute
boat ride on Little River just above
The restaurants are not fancy but the food is excellent. We
were surprised by the quality of our meals. The seafood and steaks were as good
as we have found anywhere. And the people who serve you make you feel glad you
dined with them.
We stayed out in the woods at a splendid Bed and Breakfast
called the Mountain Laurel Inn. Without a map we would not have found it. But
the owner and hostess, Sarah Wilcox, made us feel most welcome. Her breakfasts
are out of this world!
trip was even more special because we were in the company of my brother Seth
and his wife
There is something invigorating about spending a little time in a rocking chair on a porch in Mentone. The mornings we were there, the temperature was in the low forties. A sweater felt good. I came home convinced I need to slow down and sit on the porch more often.
I am not the first to fall in love with Mentone. The poet,
Sidney Lanier Gibson, found it and loved the little town long before I did. I
wish I had known him. It would have been fun to learn the background of his
poetic praise for Mentone. I can imagine he wrote these lines after rocking on
a porch one cool morning:
a place the Great God built,
near the sunlit sky,
life is new and friends are
And days too quickly fly;
wearied souls regain their power
And sorrows leave in the night.
peace is born with each new morn,
A haven of joy and delight.
think you may not make it heaven, try to make it up to Mentone for a few days
before you depart this life. + + + +