Comments on: Thank God I’m a Country Girl

By: Debra Koroch

Debra Koroch — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 18:14:18 +0000

Too good dude! I enjoyed!!

By: Hevel

Hevel — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 05:24:17 +0000

I really wish my kids would have these memories. Craig still remembers the vilage where we first lived in Hungary, but the twins weren’t even two when we moved to Budapest. And now when it comes to rural living… they build memories of the desert when visiting their uncle at his kibutz.

By: Jami

Jami — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 02:38:05 +0000

Even though Logan is really not a small town, it was still quite country when I grew up. I miss being able to lie on my back and gaze at a sky full of stars…including all of the ones we miss from the glare of the city lights. Thanks, Andi, for a beautiful post. I want to raise my daughter to appreciate the simple things as well.

By: Mary

Mary — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:58:05 +0000

Loved this post. I’m from a town of 5,000 and spent much of my time at my sister’s ranch. When I read where you talked about lilacs, I got all choked up.

By: linlah

linlah — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 23:26:23 +0000

My graduating class, counting me, was 13. Small towns rock.

By: mungagungadin

mungagungadin — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 23:22:24 +0000

I could write the city-girl side of this story. What you are also writing about is TIME past. I lived one block from the elementary school, two blocks from main stream, and 5 blocks from the state university, and back in the 1970s I flew out the door in the morning with the only job: to return at dark. We never locked our doors or windows, and strangers were people I wanted to make a good first impression on.

It’s the times. Our children will likely never know that kind of life.

By: Jen

Jen — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 21:49:40 +0000

I love when you take me on a trip down memory lane! I also remember the smell of dad cutting the grass each week, and of the crisp laundry (and UNDERWEAR!!!) on the clothesline on the side of the house. And don’t forget lying on our bellies on the living room floor in front of the box fan, making those choppy ‘ahhhhh’ noises until dad yelled at us to be quiet! I also remember going to the Jubilee with the smell of carnival ride grease and elephant ears.
However, there were 948 people and 1 sorehead in Wayne. Remember the side of the building where it was painted, by the Wagon Wheel?
I think I just miss those lazy, carefree days where we only wore watches if they were the cool new digital kind, as a fashion statement. Where summer almost lasted too long. Where our social calendar was filled with freeze tag or ghost in the graveyard in the neighbor’s yard (what was their name????) until the lightning bugs came out. Ahh, those were the days!

By: Kristi

Kristi — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 20:39:56 +0000

I’m the same way. I love living in the city… but sometimes I just want to walk around my yard barefoot and feel the sunshine. I miss the mulberry trees in the back yard. I miss picking dandelions and the lilacs off Mom’s tree and thinking I was giving her a great present.
It’s good to remember.

By: Candice

Candice — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:56:55 +0000

Beautiful post!

I grew up in a very small town as well. I wouldn’t trade those experiences of small town living for anything!

Of course I’ve grown way too fond of big city living now that I’m an adult, but at least I have the memories!