People who live in big cities always ask me how I can live in a small Midwestern town, how I could have raised my children in a small town. “There can’t be anything to DO,” they seem to lament to me. It always makes me laugh. So what do you DO in other places? Mostly, I’m sure; you spent time trying to get there.
I remember visiting
Maneuvering through traffic in other places is a nightmare. There’s the perpetual search for parking that can cost more than the car is worth to stop two hours. There is the interminable hike another fifteen minutes to the final destination where the line is another forty minutes to DO whatever it is which can’t be seen anyway because of the crowds. That’s how people DO fabulous things in other places.
Today my family went to the Newburgh Parade. We walked from my house. I’m sure urbanites would laugh at the little provincial parade and make spurious jokes about little unassuming town right along with it, but if you really look at what our town is all about, few towns can boast as much as we can.
When my son and daughter in law moved from
When Agnes wanted an appointment with the doctor and dentist here in
This past week in the little year round school where I teach, the
Then we talked about those men and women who were pioneers like
I thought about these things as I was watching the little parade with great pride. I thought about how every child who grows up here will probably be in the parade once. I thought to count all the people in the parade who waved at me because we are friends and have been for years. That’s child care at its best because that’s what memories are made of.
My three daughters and Molly’s two children watched it together. I had fond memories of other years when they had all marched, and soon Molly’s two little boys would probably march as well. Katy was the first who marched as a winner of the school costume contest. Later, she was in the parade as a volunteer fireman.
Molly was the only female fire cadet in the area, made the front page of the paper and then rode in the parade with the fire trucks. And Anne was the last who marched with the high school band playing the tuba.
Of all the towns I grew up in – seventeen in seventeen years – from