On our trip we saw towns that are still doing well.
Even with some of the old buildings in mid-fields
not doing so well.
There were old wooden barns who have finished their
work and are starting to lean with age. Old homes and
barns that are bowing down under the pressure of time
and lack of human care. That once held laughter, tears,
worries and joys. That produce children who were poor,
but didn’t know it until they were grown and gone … to
them it was just a way of life. Which gave them
appreciation for hard work, satisfaction of work well
done, and how to do with little and still be happy. Yes,
we can be happy with less.. we just sometimes forget.
I was finding myself envious of the small towns that are
still alive and well. As ours grow with people who fill
our town with huge houses. People who move here can’t
understand why we grieve the lost of our small towns.
As I see our farms disappearing locally, it was good to
see there are many diaries and cattle ranches still working
well. Lumber yards and log yards still full and working.
It is sad as we have lost so many near our town.
Maybe we should be made to vacation/visit areas different
than our own. Those in the country /small towns would
appreciate how lucky they are. And others would get out
to see how lucky we are and still have so much of
American doing well. Still in small towns, forest, farms,
log yards, and the beauty of our Country. Then again,
maybe not, as the migration to move to the small clean
towns is already going on. Texan’s, New Yorker’s,
Los Angles, are moving rapidly to the hills, literally.
Taking away the hunting areas, our fishing and camping
spots. Replacing them with 3 stories homes with “Do not
Trespass” on their fences. Or replacing them with resorts
for only the well off. This is land that everyone was
able to use for so many years. Yearly, favorite
hunting grounds, huckleberry picking, and mushroom
picking areas are disappearing.
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