Susan Spess Shay

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The Ten Best Things About Growing Up in a Small Town World

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I love, love, love living in a Small Town World. (In case you haven’t guessed.) And here are just a few of the reasons why . . .

  1. Public workers are often people you went to school with. (That’s especially good when you’re speeding and get pulled over or you forget to pay the water bill.)
  2. When you call someone and get a wrong number, it’s usually someone you know. (At least they know someone you know.)
  3. You went to church with some of your teachers. “Mr. Ritchie, do we have to take that test tomorrow?” (That can be a bad thing, too.)
  4. Your kids play with the kids of your friends when you were a kid. (That can be a bad thing, too, too.)
  5. Directions are often, “Turn at the Dari Diner, go past Doc Saddoris’s house and the old school to the street where Mrs. Jordan lived.”
  6. Instead of street addresses it’s, “The old Johnson House” or “The Mullendore Mansion.”
  7. If your kids do something wrong, you hear it before they get a chance to lie to you about it.
  8.  If you friended every one of the kids you graduated with on Facebook, you’d have a whopping 69 friends. (My cousins from Old Ford would only have twenty-something friends.)
  9. When you apply for your first job, you usually call your prospective boss by his first name. (My first three jobs.)
  10. The people you grew up around are nicer than people anywhere else in the world. In fact, they’re THE BEST!

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Bonus #11: You know where the bodies are buried. 🙂

I know I’m missing some like, “kids from all churches attend various church functions” (especially if there’s food) and “when a dog gets lost, someone across town will recognize it, call it by name and return it to you.”

What else am I leaving out?

Next time–the worst things about living in a Small Town World. (If I can think of any.)

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It’s a Small Town World!

I think I’ve mentioned what a Small Town World this is, haven’t I?

Happened again last week.

Sister Debbie and I took a short road trip last week, and we had such a good time!

First we had to borrow a truck. (I love having kiddos!)

We drove north. North. North.

Until we got to the Promised Land. Sister Debbie had been there before, and she took me into a world of beautiful memories. We saw Mary Lou’s card table, Mama’s ice crusher (or was it Betty Lou’s?) pictures, dressers, books and cook books and so many beautiful antiques (and more!) I can’t name them all.

I should have taken pictures inside, but I was much too enthralled to fiddle with pictures. 🙂

This is the table I bought.

I didn’t buy the tool box underneath, though. 😦 Wish I had now.

Sister Debbie’s daughter bought a table, too. The owner carried it out for us.

This woman made us feel so at home! She told us to look around, enjoy ourselves. (And we did!)

Terminally Curious reared her silly head, so I had to chat a bit. I told her who we were (we were picking up purchases made earlier) then got down to it.

TC: “Where do you get all these beautiful things?”

Promised Land: “Garage sales and yard sales and auctions and . . . ”

TC: “What’s your name?”

Promised Land: “Merriman.”

TC: “We have lots of Merrimans in C-Town. Are you related to them?”

Promised Land: “I’m FROM C-Town.”

See? I told you, it’s a Small Town World! And it’s the people who populate it who make it beautiful–such as Ms. Merriman.

After we were loaded, we went to lunch.

Who knew (besides #2 son) that the food there was so good? I think another road trip just might be called for!

I intended to take a food porn picture like Larry Lawrence, but I couldn’t wait to dig in. 🙂

If you plan to take a road trip to the north (hint: PL is located in the capital of the Osage Nation) check out her Facebook page. Her store isn’t open every day, but she has an alternate location.