Main Street U.S.A

I recently read something, where the author made mention of the “fly over” states. That irked me. Every single time I hear that expression or read it being used by an east or west coast inhabitant, I cringe. What they are in essence saying is, the majority of the states in this country (Mid-West, the Great Plains, the Deep South, the Desert South West) are just states that one will fly over to get to the big cities on either coast, they aren’t worth stopping at for a visit. Even though I grew up in Maryland, only thirty minutes from Baltimore and an hour from D.C., I lived in the country. I appreciated small town life. I saw beauty in the rural landscapes, and the wide open spaces.

Anyone that knows me, or has been reading my blog for any amount of time, knows that I have a nostalgia for small town America. Are small towns perfect? No. Things happen in small towns too, and not always good things. I have to say though, that it is nice to live somewhere where people actually know your name, or at least your face. There is a familiarity that is comfortable. For me, there is peace that comes with quiet, and calm that comes from open space. Neither quiet, nor open spaces are easy to come by in the big cities.

I’ve mentioned before on several occasions that I have enjoyed the old On The Road segments by the late Charles Kuralt. He had a gift for finding the story inside of each person…..no matter how quirky. I am currently reading Bill Geist’s book, Way Off The Road. He is following in the footsteps of Kuralt, who went before him, narrating the interesting stories on the back roads of America. My next set of books will be Garrison Keillor’s writings on Lake Wobegon.

I know that bad stuff still happens in small towns, and good stuff can happen in big cities, and that no one place is a utopia. That aside, there are some aspects of small town life, that I wish we could all go back to……..

 

 

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Main Street U.S.A

 

 

 

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Local five and dime stores, not huge box stores

 

 

 

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Farm land and farmer’s markets and fresh produce that is actually from America

 

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God and country…and Sunday was special.

 

 

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Parades to celebrate life and liberty…..with hot dogs and hamburgers and ice cold sodas while we watched.

 

 

 

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God Bless America and God bless our military.

 

 

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Front porches were for visiting with neighbors and time slowed down

 

 

 

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Local diners that served up good ‘ol comfort food and no one thought about calories

 

 

 

 

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Riding the back roads looking for something to do and finding out of the way places

 

 

 

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Sweet tea out of a mason jar….because is there anything better?

 

 

 

 

 

Driving Down County Road 12

Today, I was on my way to the house of one of my home instructed students. The sun was shining and the air was warm. I had the windows down in the van. It was one of those glorious days.

No traffic, and the only time I had to stop was for a deer. She was standing perfectly still, the only thing giving her away was the slight twitch of her ear. We locked eyes, she and I. She was just as interested in me, as I was in her. Then the moment was gone. She turned and sprang into the air. The only sight left was that of her white tail as she ran off. A similar experience happened the other night with a fox. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

I meandered on down the road and slowed down to watch a heard of Holsteins gathered around a feeding trough. Their black and white swaying back and forth, trying to get to lunch. I smiled at the sight of them.

The fields dotted with farms for as far as the eye could see. I noticed the carefully plowed rows, and the farmers in their tractors, baling hay. The big, round hay bales looked like rural art…and I appreciated the view.

As I rounded a bend in the road, the sun hit the silver topped silo, and nearly blinded me with the brilliance. Silos…utilitarian towers of rural America.

All is art, and beauty…when one trains the eyes to really see. Even the simple can become profound.

Have you ever had days when you were so happy, that the feeling just bubbled up inside? Threatening to spill out all over the place? It’s that moment when you realize….really, realize…..that you are blessed.

Enjoying my Saturday, in my little piece of rural America……..

I wish the best for you, my friends. May you realize your blessings today.

Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the Lord Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.  Malachi 3:10 NIV

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White Crosses

United State of Art

Image by qthomasbower via Flickr

“Oh say, does that Star-Spangled banner yet wave?

Over the land of the free, and home of the brave.”

ARLINGTON CEMETERY

FLAGS FLYING

REMEMBERING

THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

STANDING TALL, STANDING PROUD

ARMY

NAVY

AIRFORCE

MARINES

COAST GUARD

RESERVE

WWI, WWII, KOREAN, VIETNAM, GULF WAR, WAR ON TERRORISM (IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN), ALL THE OTHER OUT POSTS, SKIRMISHES, AND MILITARY PRESENCE

HOLDING THE LINE, STANDING FIRM, PROTECTING, BEING BRAVE

BRINGING PEACE, REACHING OUT, KEEPING SAFE, KEEPING ORDER, HELPING OTHERS

WE REMEMBER

Thank you. What you did (and are doing) was not in vain…

Let freedom ring!

Amen.