Since I can remember, Thanksgiving Day prep for my fam has included a trip to “Tater Town.”

I’d never thought much of it, until grandma asked if I wanted to go with her earlier today to pick up the collard greens (a southern treat).

On our way, she dripped out 50+ years of memories, heading to Tater Town to visit “the boys from south GA” and pick out our holiday collards.

My great grandmas, pappap, mom and aunts, would all tag along (and, as I came to learn, each have their own resounding memories).

“What else do they have at Tater Town?” I asked en route.

“Boiled peanuts, pole beans, black eyed peas… ham hocks, salt pork… rutabagas, turnips,” she shared.

All the southern staples you wanted to come from the farm — and, often couldn’t often find in a grocery store.

Decades ago, a close family friend moved up to GA, and sent back word of the best sausages they’d ever had in Hahira, where my grandparents would then stop each time they went to visit my aunt in Atlanta.

By special request, “the boys from south GA” brought Hahira sausages to Broward County.

What started as a pop-up shop out of the back of a pick up truck by a husband and wife in 1953, evolved to refrigerated trailers, a permanent plot and the area’s longest standing outdoor farmer’s market.

Today, when we pulled up to pick out our collards, and pass the tradition down to a 4th generation, Tater Town was gone.

They’d been fighting new city ordinances over their farm tractor trailer for a few years now, and Google let us know that the son of that husband and wife incurred some serious fines trying to keep it alive.

Today, we couldn’t pass down the tradition of Tater Town, but what we did pass down was the story.

A simple reminder, that with stories, traditions can always stay alive.


See how this story unfolded in live-time (and my grandma’s face about having to buy collard greens at Winn-Dixie) for the next 24 hours on Snapchat: crntlyexploring.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends!