I lived in Selma all but the first year of my life. My husband was a third generation Selmian. He is buried in Selma. Our two children were born and raised in Selma. One still lives there, so it is home to me. Only the economy made us move, but it’s still home.

This past weekend, my daughter-in-law, granddaughter and I were on U.S. Hwy. 80 East coming toward Selma and we had a flat tire. Before we could phone for help, two men in a red truck with a Lowndes County tag pulled up and asked if we needed help.

In no time they had the tire changed. I offered them money for their efforts and they refused. I called them good Samaritans. They smiled and left. We did too, feeling much better about people.

Also, this past weekend, the above plus my daughter went shopping and as a habit in the past, we went to the St. James for lunch. As usual, the food was excellent. Selma folks are missing out on a real dining experience if they don’t go there on a regular basis.

Selma was such a special place when I was growing up and I still have many friends there, which makes it so much fun to come home.

Carolyn S. Bryant

Gulf Shores