Friday, July 23, 2010

Smaller May Be Better, Even in Texas

I am learning to love our little town.

Living among the same small group of folks for a number of years beefs up the statistics of having a friend when you need one.

I took our alluminum cans to be recycled this morning while Ardyn was at dance camp. I drove into the gravel drive of the scrap yard and wondered where to stop. Just then, I recognized an former collegue depositing some items from ETBU. I asked him if he knew where to take cans. Not only did he point me in the right direction, but he offered to carry the cumbersome box inside for me. He patiently accompanied me through the entire process then waved a cheerful good-bye as I returned to my car - $6 richer.

Thank You, God, for small-town people.

In our little town, there may not be very many big retail stores, but there are a few wonderfully small ones.

The local jeweler also has a bridal registry. So this morning, I was able to park at the door, and walk in to be immediately greeted by the sales associate. I handed her my rings so they could be cleaned while I bought the wedding gift. She handed them to the jeweler, then escorted me over to the houseware half of the store. I made my selection and followed her back to the cash register. Just as my sparkling rings were being returned to me, she sweetly offered, “Would you like me to have this gift wrapped and sent along to the shower?”

“Well, Yah!”

Thank You, God, for small-town places.

In our little city, there is plenty of room for excitement.

Landen's all-star team is headed to Virginia to represent Texas in the Dixie World Series. But with word spreading about such an honorable venture, there is a notable emphasis placed on township representation. Our son's picture is in the local paper, his name is mentioned on the local radio station, and he's even received requests for an autograph or two. This is a big important deal to Landen and our kind fellow-citizens are raising a comparable degree of happy fuss about it.

Thank You, God, for small-town publicity.

In our cozy burg, we rely on and enjoy each other's interests and talents.

Each morning, my girls have taken dance class from an energetically gifted lady from my Sunday School class. In the afternoons, Mari has received swim instruction from an old college chum. Each week I have two gallons of fresh cow's milk and a pound of farm fresh butter delivered to my house from a lady “south o' town”. Yesterday I took my children with me to a friend's neighbor and picked up a gallon of fresh goat's milk. They were able to hold the newborn twin bucks, and several baby rabbits. After offering the herd of goats some bread, each of my “kids” got a chance to milk a goat as well.

Thank You,God, for small-town pleasures.