Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

You Might be from a Small Town World . . .

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 –if you’re related to more than half the town.

 –if your car breaks down outside of town and news of it gets back to town before you do.

–if the local gas station sells live bait.

–if you know cow pies aren’t made of beef.

–if football coaches suggest that you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.

I have a real love for Small Town jokes. Kind of like a blonde who grooves on blonde jokes, I guess. Since they don’t have brunette jokes, I’ve adopted these. 

I posted this one on Facebook yesterday–You might be from a Small Town World if you ever used to “drag main.”— and it brought back so many memories and lots of smiles!

I hardly ever dragged main. Whenever I went anywhere in high school, one or the other of my parents (or both) always said, “Go straight there and come straight home.”

In other words, “No dragging main.”
And no side trips.
And no hanging out.
And no parking on South Hill to make out.

*sigh* My parents didn’t want me to have any fun. 

Funny thing is, I nearly always obeyed. Not just because I lived in a small town and knew my parents would find out anything I did before I got home. (Probably before I was finished doing it.) And not because I was afraid of being punished.

It was because I didn’t want to have my parents disappointed in me. (Yes, I was that big a dork.)

Mom opened a dress shop while I was at Ozark, and I loved it. A few years later I started running it for her.

The schools in C-Town had an open campus at that time, and most kids either had a car or a friend with a car, so at noon the marjority of the kids dragged main.

Every school day there was an almost constant symphony of horn-honks (had to say hi!) for the entire time school was out for lunch, and turning onto Broadway, where our dress shop was located, which was also the most highly dragged street, was nearly impossible.

The kids burned hundreds of gallons of gas as they went back and forth on the drag. It was so much fun! LOL.

You might be from a Small Town World if the whole school went to the same party after graduation.

Okay, I didn’t go to a party after graduation (yup, a dork) but if I had, there probably only would have been one.

How about sharing your favorite joke? And no naughty ones, please. I’m still a dork. 😉

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Author: Susan Shay

For as long as I can remember, I've loved two things--reading and people--and that led me to become a writer. Many of my stories are set in Small Town Worlds. I'm a wife, mother, sibling and an aunt. I have a deep faith in God, and an exciting life in Christ. Maybe I shouldn't be (after all, he's God!) but I'm constantly amazed at the things He's up to. :)

4 thoughts on “You Might be from a Small Town World . . .

  1. “You know you’re from a small town when the doctor tells you to walk for your health and every five minutes someone’s trying to give you a ride home.”

    I love small towns. The biggest city we lived in was somewhere around 2 million in the metropolitan area, and that was way too many people for me.

    We dragged Main a lot — not at lunch, but on weekend nights. You could see just about every kids between the ages of 15 and 20 on Main or Dewey or in the parking lots that faced those streets. It was fun. I met a guy once who tried to teach me some guitar chords (his teaching was fine; my fingers wouldn’t follow), and I met another guy once who had his 25-pound pet rabbit with him when he dragged town. HUGE rabbit!

  2. I think I commented about dragging main before, but reading this again reminded me of that feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when I knew I had a choice to make, to do what I wanted to do or did I want to risk disappointing my parents? I am so thankful that I was raised during those years for so many reasons. I’m thankful that I was raised with two parents in the home, I’m thankful that I was raised when you said “I don’t want my parents to be disappointed in me.” to your friends and they completely understood what you meant because the “rules” were the same at their house as they were at your house. I am thankful that the big decisions were made by my parents and I didn’t have to make them until I was old enough to be able to make them! There are so many things to be thankful for during the years from the 50’s, 60’s and then the 70’s came and things got a little more complicated, but we had a good start on making good decisions before the harder ones came,
    In Tulsa when we dragged Brookside each of the high schools had their own “honk” , anytime you want to know what Central’s (old Central in downtown Tulsa) was I still remember! Joy

    • Beautiful memories, Joy. Sometimes I wonder how I was lucky enough that I was born during that golden time. And yes, next time I see you, I want to know what Central’s honk was. Sounds like fun!

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