Friday, February 13, 2009

What I like about small towns

We fled the hustle and bustle of life in Atlanta in the seventies, and have been living in small towns since that time.

I have learned a lot about small towns. Here are a few things that make them special:

*I can bike, scooter, or walk anywhere I need to go.
*Gingerbread houses.
*Abandoned houses with histories waiting for someone to adopt them.
*I can breathe clean air.
*People are friendly – really friendly.
*You can see the stars at night.
*Waitresses take care of you.
*The pies and cakes in restaurants are homemade, and the taste of the coffee is like nectar to the tongue.
*Festivals, parades, and events that say, “We’re proud of our town.”
*People pitch in when someone is in trouble.
*You can write a check without pulling stuff out of your wallet.
*Picnics on the river.
*Picnics on the beach.
*Picnics on the cool grass on a hot day…and all three without distractions and noise.
*People wave.
*Church suppers bring out the whole town.
*Baseball games.
*Your local pizza shop will make you a heart shaped pizza.
*We have Fair Queens and Kings.
*And here, in Crisfield, the sunsets take your breath away.

What do you like about your town or city?


Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff... said...

Sigh..........I know Patty. My small town is priceless and oh so special to Prince and me!
Happy Valentine's Day and.....

Steady On
Reggie Girl

nessabates said...

Jacksonville, FL is far from a small town but I live in the suburbs. There is always something going on and lots of subjects for my photography. There is never a dull moment in this city. I like all the photos but that first one just keeps catching my eye :)

Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff... said...

Still waitin on an address Patty, or a link to something where I can get it privately please. I want to send you some of my homemade scuppernong jelly. It's pretty amazing if I do say so meself :)
I'm not going to stalk you or anything....don't worry....or AM I?? Well, at least not by the "legal" definition of stalking, lol.

Steady On
Reggie Girl

GingerV said...

the photo of the white house with the enclosed porch made me feel homesick - Adrian Michigan - left there in 1973. will blog with photos when I visit my sister in June this year.

Barry said...

Thanks for the award Patty!

Don't tell anyone, but I actually host another blog that is about the community where I live.

Since that seems to be the theme of your award, you might be interested in checking it out here--

It has articles, photos, reviews and videos about West Hill.

Patty said...

GingerV: Guess you know the house. It just fascinates me. It is so romantic. I can imagine life as it to used to be living in that house in the old days.

For you who don't know the house, it sits near the marshlands. The view from the top floor must be magnificent.

Te other house faces the bay.

What history in those two old houses!

Patty said...

Barry: Well, I will back by virtual bags and visit you in your hometown.


Patty said...

Newnan, you little old stalker girl, you! You can reach me at

Elle said...

Patty, thank you for your wonderfully kind words on my page. That makes it all worthwhile for me when I hear something like that.

I am actually looking into buying myself a starter camera - I've always wanted to learn how to take a decent picture. Your photos are absolutely amazing.

Also, I just moved down south from NY and although my town isn't small, I like how everyone is much friendlier and not in such a rush! Although, something tells me I may end up in a small town someday...homemade pies, heart shaped pizzas? can't any better than that!!

Elle said...

Patty, I responded after your comment but then wasn't sure if you'd go back and read...I'm in South Charlotte..hop, skip and jump from SC.

Patty said...

Elle, the people there are very friendly. Not exactly a small town, but much better than NY.

I know what you mean when you said people were not in such a rush there. I was the sole understudy for a Boston photographer for a year (back in the good old days when I did not know an F-stop from a aperture).

I used to commute back and forth from Boston to Georgia twice a month. Every time I got back to Georgia, it was as if people were moving in slow motion. It was the strangest feeling.

Get that starter camera, and take photos to go with your poems. It will help that book you are going to have published one day.

Keep that small town dream. I can see you at the desk on the top floor of some gingerbread house, the light filtering in from the morning sun, a cup of coffee beside your computer, you looking out at the beauty around you, hearing only the signing of birds, and wondering what magical words will fill your screen for the day.

All of our tomorrows are being made today.