Im not sure if im old enough for some of you guys to believe me when i say, i know what living in a town like that is like. Im only 36 but the small town i grew up in has been stuck in time for a while. When i was a kid (not so long ago) i remember riding my bike all over town at all hours of the night. Kids were free to roam, and the grown ups looked out for them all as if they were their own. They tended to scraped knees, wasp stings, and hungry bellies just like we were their own. THe screen doors were all unlocked and the windows had box fans in them during the summer nights. Most mens word was taken for the Gospel truth....because if they lied, they soon became shunned by the population. No one ws afraid to stop and pick up someone walking along the road. If a family was in need everyone pitched in to help whether it was for food, fixin a car, or even repairing a roof. The old folks were respected and reveered. The town would get together for a cemetary cleanup, or a fund raiser for the fire department. Rivals in the local elections were cordial to each other and didnt believe in flinging the poo. I have an old colored lady who still calls me her Baby, because she looked after me when i was little, just like she did for my father and his siblings. She loved us unconditionally just like her own children. Oh and did i say everyone was related in one way or another, it might be through two marriages but they were still cousins. I remember street dances, and halloween carnivals.....The Art and Folk Festival..........and most of all the tent revivals...Where i would be scared out of my wits by the fire and brimstone preachers shouting at the top of their lungs. Ahhh the simpler times, when everything was cut and dried. I wish the town could stay the way it was forever, but alas...progress calls, if you can call it that.
Jamesrus
Towboater extreeme
This actually was supposed to go under another area but when i posted it,, it went here for some reaason.