Story Amy Berry

People_AmyBerryNFamilyIt was a lazy Saturday morning at the Berry house. One of those rare mornings that I absolutely love, when there is no place my children or I have to be. The first one up, I made some coffee and was sitting in bed savoring every sip. One by one, my kiddos joined me in bed, and we spent some time snuggling and watching my all-time favorite movie, “Steel Magnolias.” The movie was on one of the many scenes set in Truvy’s Beauty Parlor — stories were being shared, jokes were being told at Weeza’s expense and laughter filled the air. I mentioned to my daughter, Tatum, that one day, when I retire, I want to be a beautician like the character of Truvy and like my next door neighbor, Angie.

Of course, I’d have to set up a Truvy’s of my own. Not downtown, but perhaps out in the county, with a relaxing, cozy atmosphere where I could cut hair, do nails and tell lots of good stories. It would be a place where everyone feels welcome and free to be honest. A place to catch up with others and get the skinny on all the goings-on in West Point.

And how did my children react after I shared my deep, dark secret? Tatum laughed and told me I had a lot of changes to make to look like Dolly Parton’s “Truvy.”

I’m amazed sometimes at the unspoken passions that bubble up when people talk about what they want to do at some point in their life, when their “day jobs” are over. My husband, Sherman, would love to own a sporting goods store. With his love of sports, his competitive nature and the gift for gab, it would be the perfect fit. He says he would call it Tank’s Place. A place with a barbershop atmosphere, where guys come to drink coffee, visit and check out the latest and greatest sporting equipment while TVs mounted throughout the store broadcast the day’s games and matches and races. One chancellor I get to work with, Judge Jim Davidson, told me he would love to be a Pink Lady. As in, a Pink Lady who volunteers at a hospital delivering newspapers, magazines and serving coffee to families in waiting rooms, not like a Pink Lady from the movie “Grease.” My accountant, Kim Caskey, says she would love to run a detective agency from the back of my beauty parlor. (Can’t you just imagine the based-on-a-true-story book all about our shenanigans?)

But for me, being a beautician just seems ideal. Sure, I like to create new looks, but more importantly, I love to make people feel good about themselves and build relationships with others. As Clay County Chancery Clerk I may not be changing people’s lives through new hairstyles, but for now, I do feel like I am making a difference in people’s lives every day, and I am grateful and honored to do so. But don’t be shocked if one of these days you are driving down a back Clay County road and see a sign for Amy’s Beauty Parlor on the Ridge. Just be sure that when you do, you stop in and visit a while. We can share a few stories and some laughs, and maybe I’ll whip up a new style worthy of Truvy’s “Hairdo Hall of Fame.”