Michelle Ganter
My last spring break in college, Frances and I decided to go on a road trip. Our final destination was Memphis to visit her grandparents and cousins. I know it’s not what everyone thinks of when they hear spring break, but I had such a wonderful time. We arrived in Memphis to a nice little house in the suburbs, but inside was like walking into a cover home in Southern Living. Sweet tea on the veranda with lazy afternoon walks down Biel Street. Barbecue and live music. It was like living a dream. To guide us through it all were Popie Joe and Mimi. Two of the coolest people I have had the pleasure of knowing. Their hospitality and generosity are still an inspiration to me today. On my last day in Memphis, Popie Joe pulled me into the sitting room and presented me with a small copy of the New Testament. Despite everything that life has thrown at me since then, that copy of the New Testament has endured and found a place next to my bed. And every time I see it, I smile with the memory of my spontaneous trip to Memphis with Frances and her beloved grandparents. I will be making a monster breakfast with grits, bacon and eggs in honor of Popie Joe this weekend and telling my daughter of the wonderful person who introduced me southern hospitality. He may be in heaven now, but his memory will live on in the hearts of all he touched.