I was just sitting here thinking about what is going on in my little hometown.
It's seven-fifteen in the evening, not nearly dark
here in my big city yet, what with all the street lights and traffic. It's mid-October
and I'd love to see the trees as the leaves begin
I just finished reading the Herald, as I try to do every day. I usually get up half an
hour early for work just so I
can sit in the relative quiet and read what you've got to say. Even at five -thirty in
the morning it's hard to hold the city at bay.
Sometimes, like this evening, I get on the computer again, just to take another
I told a friend the other day how homesick I get for the lovely hills of West
Virginia and she laughed as she asked, "Are you
kidding? There's no comparison."
Well, I thought about it for a moment and then I realized...she was right. There
is no comparison.
How can you compare the quiet of a country evening, watching the lightning
bugs float by against watching my local news to
see if they caught the serial rapist whose been running loose for the past three
Or perhaps those noises at night? Instead of the constant barrage of sirens
and traffic, I'd like to hear the occasional cricket
chirping, or at the very most, a neighbor's dog howling at a stray rabbit.
I also miss that little country store. You know the one, with only one line. It
didn't matter if you had one 'item' or twenty
'things' or even if you just wanted to take a minute to check and see how Ms.
Shirley was doing. No fancy grocery scanners. Just
Ms. Shirley reading the little white sticker on the package. No price checks there.
And what about sitting on the front porch with your grandma? Sometimes
you'd shuck corn from the garden you helped to
plant. Sometimes you'd just sit and wave at the occasional car or truck that
drove by. And they always blew the horn, because
everybody knew everybody.
What about listening to your uncle tell the story of the big buck that got away?
Again?! groannn...and how many points
did it have the last time? Ten? Twelve?
What about going down the road? No paved four lanes in my hometown. No
need to worry about someone running the red
light. When I lived there, Grantsville didn't have a red light!
When someone passed you on the street and asked how you were, they
actually meant it and waited for you to tell them.
I admit, I do appreciate all the conveniences of living in a big city. Plenty of
grocery stores, restaurants, theaters, two malls,
gas stations on every corner, and plenty of work for everyone who lives here. But
now that I live here, I have come to realize that
nothing beats sitting under a shade tree drinking lemonade with your loved ones.
As a kid it was boring, now it would be a
I consider myself a pretty smart woman, until I think about how foolish I was as
that kid growing up in that small town. I had
it made and I didn't even realize it. So, I have adopted the following motto:
"Living in the country and longing for the city beats living in the city and
longing for the country.... hands down... "
Debbie Bush, 24 Kingsbury Circle
Warner Robins, Georgia