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Bradley's Country Store

Bradley's Country Store

One of my favorite hometown traditions is visiting Bradley’s Country Store, in my hometown of Tallahassee, Florida. I have fond memories of this quaint little store, surrounded by mighty live oaks. We visited so many times growing up to stock up on their famous smoked sausage, especially during the holidays, and now the Mr. loves going when we visit for the very same reason.

While home for the holidays this trip, we visited Bradley’s, all decked out for Christmas – and brought our little guy for his very first visit, continuing the family tradition. Note the fresh bundles of collard greens stacked behind us as we sit on the front porch rocking chair for a photo.

Bradley's front porch

Do you have a country store that you love to visit?

roadtrips.010There are few things more wonderful in this world than a road trip. The anticipation of the vacation finally coming to a start, generally the many hours of build up you have traveling the road, anxious to reach the destination you’ve been so longing for.

I feel road trips are making a come back too, in a big way, as is the simplicity of a family vacation. Every family creates a different sort of tradition for the time spent on their well traveled paths.

For our family, road trips started with a hearty McDonald’s breakfast, a backseat full of pillows, a bag of Starburst, and country musics original greats on the radio. The many traveled hours took us from the largest interstates to the tiniest small town squares, and all the while we played games as a family.

“Car Bingo” was absolutely a favorite – a retro cardboard square with tiny plastic windows pushed closed when we spotted a cow, an airplane, a firetruck. “The License Plate” game was on-going … the excitement of finding a road-mate from some far-off place like Hawaii, Alaska or Kansas was unimaginable.  And last but not least, the most-played “Alphabet Game” is one that never gets old – broken into “teams” trying desperately to find the Q’s and X’s before the other team and hating when our travels led us off the beaten path where it seemed no letters existed in the world as our game came to an unfinished end.

Road trips are not soon forgotten. The traditions continue through the generations, the memories continue.

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