The town in which I live is a simple one. Like it (the town), the people are simple also. Each has his or her singular occupation, each never having the same. There is one grocery store, one doctor's office, and two churches. Like every small town in America, one might be able to say that everyone knew everyone else, but there was always a secret part of life hidden from the eyes of one's neighbors. In this secret life, there was nothing sinister, nothing immoral. Rather, it was a part of one's self that only you could know intimately. A part reserved. A page unread. In this town, there is never murder or thievery. Instead, all help their neighbor and when anyone lacks he is not ashamed of his neighbor enough not to ask him for it. The only excitement comes five times a year. In spring with Easter Sunday, in summer with the July 4th celebration, in fall with Thanksgiving and Halloween, and in winter with the Christmas party and dance. Each of these events key in the lively hood of the town and a celebration of genuine and honest joy of being with those one loves.
The youth of the town, always on the move, looking towards school books and new forms of mischief, hold, without knowing it, a certain reverence for the town in which they live. They are unknowingly captivated and held in awe of its beauty of simplicity, and each dreams of going away and making something of themselves in the world. Going forth to conquer and succeed in all that they do and hope of doing.
The men of the town are a golly sort. They drink without getting overly drunk and are honest in all their trades of business. They talk of sports, politics, and about the amusements of home life. They too hold that sacred mindset towards the town in which they live and unlike the youth have a better idea of what that belief means. They honor this idea at all times and would die to defend it. They show honor to the young boys and girls equally, teaching them the values which were passed on by their fathers and mothers. Though some outwardly boast of having great aspirations of leaving their beloved town and traveling far away, Many find themselves never able to leave and entirely lost if and once they do.
The women are not unlike the men. Rather, they endure with all patience their children and their husbands. They laugh, cry, scold, and praise all the same, but with a certain happy undercurrent to any emotion, for secretly they know they are loved and prized above all else. They are and forever and always will be the very heart of the town, because they live and love in abundance. Like the men, many dream of going and leaving home and heart to fly away to lands unknown to them and to experience all life with joy. Many do this; but as they turn to leave, they know secretly that they will always return and with a smile upon their lips, they leave and turn to board the train, always to return again.
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