- When my kid performed for a local women’s group, it wasn’t too scary, because she played with her cousins, and performed for her aunt, her great-aunt, her aunt’s mother, and an old family friend, among others.
- Upon arriving at the movie theater with her cousin, she ran into another cousin.
- After getting to know someone who is a friend of her cousin’s, she found out the girl is ALSO a cousin of hers.
- Dropping off her car the night before at the local garage is not risky – everyone does it. And her aunt works in the office.
- Everyone my daughter meets has some connection to our family. Somehow or other.
- Everyone is family in a small town.
Posts tagged ‘small town life’
Running into friends and family at Alumni Night.
And the all important Corn Festival and Parade!
The problem is… when I’m in Florida, I can’t do anything outside until the weather cools off. Which is about six months out of the year. And for whatever reason, I’ve never had a group of friends to go and do things with. My friends are either busily married, or younger than me with busy family lives. And I don’t really have a “let’s go camping, hang out at the Strawberry Festival (Florida has its own produce festival, thank you very much), or go to the Symphony” kinda friend. I have lovely, wonderful friends here, but we’re all about the girls’ night out for dinner.
I realized this during the summer when I was up north. Every few days there was some sort of outdoor adventure of some type. Even going for impromptu walks is something I don’t seem to do here.
As I always tell my son, “It’s all about attitude”. Maybe when the weather cools a little, I’m going to have to step out and start inviting people to picnics, camping trips, and hikes. Perhaps they have just been waiting for me to ask. And I am definitely going to the symphony at least once this winter. And then there’s the Strawberry Festival next spring…
One of the things I love most about my home town is that it’s so… well… small town! I have run into more people I know in the past three weeks than I normally do in months in my adopted hometown in Florida. And that’s saying something, since I’ve taught over four hundred children in the fifteen years since I moved there.
One of the uniquely awesome features of MY home town is “The Corn Festival”. It is in quotes because it THE event of the year here, drawing people from all over Erie County and even out from Buffalo. Corn is King here, not only because it’s yummy, but because it is big agricultural business here.
Forty-seven years of celebrating the glory of growing corn!
This evening my daughter and I went to enjoy the festivities. We met up with my aunt and uncle, my cousin, my childhood next door neighbor, and ten or so of my in-laws. We held a mini-reunion next to a food tent. Four generations of my daughter’s family all hugging and catching up – the best of what small town life is about. At least six of the group are living or have been living in other states, yet we are constantly drawn back, the pull of our upbringing and the closeness of family and home undeniable.
I wasn’t much older than my grandnephew (the cutie in the photo above) when the Corn Festival debuted in my hometown. I hope I will be taking pictures of tiny little family members here for years to come!
* The top photo is courtesy of www.edencornfest.com