Bunny Crockett was reminiscing about her first day of high school, "I was so terrified -- didn't know where anything was. There were two full floors of classrooms, and all these big kids whipped around me knowing where to go and I was lost!" I had Bunny figured as a city mouse, and unfazed by unfamiliar surroundings. I know exactly how she felt.
The town kids seemed a breed apart. They seemed so self-assured and confident, knowing all the ropes. Patsy Spencer Baughman seemed to be one of the confident ones, but she started there in the seventh grade, and most of us were in the ninth when we started. She says, "There was this huge, frightening building on the hill, and it seemed so big!" (Remember, most of the students were country kids, where the largest establishment in our community was the local post office!)
She continued, "What a wonderful group of friends we made and the enjoyment we had when we were very young! One does not forget the footsteps on the wooden stairs, the smell of the oiled floors, and the ringing of the bell as we changed classes. The surroundings have changed in those small towns that were once so vital, our homes have faded away, but memories linger on."
Jack Moss writes, "It's been 20 years since I drove through the streets of Clay, but please keep the memories of Clay fresh in the minds of us travelers."
Small town America -- there's nothing like it.
We have such a good description of spring from Darren Porter that I need to share it.
By Darren Porter
Another walking barefoot in the yard season is here. All of a sudden the hills are greening. The dogwoods are lovely. The crabapples are blooming. The scents of spring are filling the breeze with perfume.
Owls are hollering. Turkeys are gobbling in reply. Soft evenings are upon us. Here in the head of Dark Holler, the darkening night fades in around us while the distant ridge and hilltops still glow with early dusk highlights. I need not tell you how pretty spring is here in the Appalachians.
Frogs and spring night sounds are outside our open windows tonight. Thank you, Lord, for the head of Dark Holler and the barred owl that whoo-whoos out back. Thank you for the spring wildflowers, and for the breeze coming through our windows -- for all which embodies the re-birth of life in God's creation.
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