Another One-Horse Town

The most important businesses came in pairs. Two gas stations. Two grocery stores. Two churches.

A grain elevator, pharmacy, funeral home, bank. post office, and an elementary school–summarized the rest of my home town.

All of it surrounded by farms, farm fields full of maturing crops in summer

The countryside reminded homesick immigrants of former homelands.

In my father’s lifetime, some of the older generation spoke with foreign accents.

It was another dying, Midwestern small town. Not that I cared or noticed, growing up.

My mother was an elementary teacher, in the next town to the south. Father, like my grandfather, was a farmer.

The majority, upon graduation from high school, found employment elsewhere.  Some carried on the tradition of tilling the rich farmland.

I couldn’t wait to get away from tiny, Chesterfield–population 300, and shrinking.  Everybody, with their busybody selves, in everybody’s business all the time.  Now, I appreciate the simplicity of small town life–and it’s gone forever.

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

3 thoughts on “Another One-Horse Town”

  1. As kids living in these small towns, we had so much freedom – play outside all day, walk to school, ride your bike all over town or out into the country and mess around in the creek, trick or treat at every house on Halloween – all with minimal parental supervision. I don’t think most kids get to do that anymore.

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