Circles of Words

Jack and I are getting used to people making lunch reservations, or sometimes just showing up at the bookstore, saying they read the book and had to see the place live. At first, we were a little shy. Believe it or not, that outgoing Scotsman can be tongue-tied around large clumps of people. And me, I’m an introvert.

But there’s something very nice about people who want to see your place because they think it sounds “charming” or “sweet” or even “too good to be true,” or who just want to “meet those cats, Beulah and Val-Kyttie.” (Beulah likes meeting people; Val-Kyttie does not.)

So Jack and I set down a “soup, salad, shortbread and tea supper or lunch” menu and started taking reservations that include chatting, singing, browsing, help with other town attractions: whatever the visitors-to-be want. Mostly people come in book club groups, but we also get girlfriend posses.

Friday past, three couples ate with us and did some browsing, then went on to the outdoor drama of Trail of the Lonesome Pine. I never did figure how Pendy, Jill and Vernelle (and I’m sorry if I’ve butchered the name or spelling!) fit together as a reading group since they were all from different states, but they were a lot of fun. Unfortunately they were the ones taking all the pictures on the day; my new iPhone doubles as a camera, but I can never find the thing when it’s needed.

Vernelle made me a bracelet of tiny paper beads with words on them: a circle of words celebrating people brought together by words. Isn’t it pretty?

word bracelet Words bring circles of different kinds of people together. Saturday, the phone rang and a lady from Oregon made a reservation to meet us in October, when she’d be driving by on her way to the Atlantic coast.

Oregon?!

On Sunday (when we aren’t open) I was straightening the porch when a car pulled up. It was Barbara–the lady who opened her own bookstore about 40 miles away, for those who’ve read Little Bookstore. Out with her mom and daughter for a drive, she just stopped to say hi. We chatted awhile, but as they were leaving another car pulled in.

“They open?” the woman called to Barbara, who turned to me, eyebrows raised.

“No, but come on in,” I shouted back, and the lady and her husband climbed the porch steps.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said. “My husband and I live in Cincinnati, and we were passing through for a family funeral, and when I saw how close we were gonna be,  I told him we had to just stop and see the place. I read your book by accident, and I just loved it. It was like you read my mind!”

Turns out she’d been trying to order a copy of the novel Big Stone Gap, but “all those things you said about small towns? Amen, sister!”

It’s fun, this people visiting thing. You just never know what’s gonna happen next.

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10 Comments

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10 responses to “Circles of Words

  1. anne64

    Your heart is as big as all out doors. Thanks for the books, tThe Book, and the blog
    Libravorous Anne

  2. She read your book “by accident”. That is funny, gives me silly pictures in my head.

  3. James

    Accident? Hmmm…Okay, but she got the better book.

  4. Hyoung eun

    Ms Welch, it’s your fuquay avenue-word fumbling girl again;)
    I’ve just sent you an e-mail. Could you check it and email me back as soon as possible? Thank you very much!

  5. Sharon Runge

    Saw your book “The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap” on the 14 day checkout shelf at our local library and it was great reading about how you finally got accepted in Big Gap. We are camphosts in a Virginia state park during the summer months and get to meet so many different types of people who will come and share stories with us or just sit to visit around the campsite like people enjoy stopping and browsing and visiting in your bookstore.

  6. Vernell St John

    We had such a wonderful time visiting with you and Jack. The stew was fabulous! I am so pleased that you are enjoying your bracelet.
    Vernell (you weren’t too far off with the spelling, Wendy.)

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