BOONEVILLE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE PRESENTS: OUR TOWN!
I have lived in some small towns, though, I was lucky that most of them had at least a movie theater, a place to buy stuff and a enough people outside of your family that, if you wanted to, you could bring someone other than your sibling or cousin to the spring dances and such.
Good times indeed.
My mom's hometown was not so lucky.
Where she grew up, the population was twenty three(today, the population has grown to a big time city of forty-eight) and had a gas station, three times daily trains going through and a grain elevator.
There was a school for the county but the local fire marshall decided he wanted some job security(I kid you not) and moonlighted as an arsonist.
He burned down the school, part of the firehouse and his car (which was by accident, according to official court records. A leak in his gasoline container plus a still glowing match = car goes whoosh!) within a few months time frame.
If it hadn't been for Ms. Martha's watchful eyes and seeing Fire Marshall Dan fleeing from the scene, his pants ablazed, the case would still be unsolved!
My hometown, that place which grew me from a bright eyed elementary school child to possibly an adult, though I would never use the word 'grown up', was small enough that we could use the term small town and not have to go to confession for lying on the day of our Lord.
But it was big enough that we had a K-Mart AND a Woolworth within walking distance of each other.
Woolworth was the big store in the mall until K-Mart opened up nearby and chased them away.
Now that spot is occupied by a fashion shop and K-Mart is close to death because of Walmart farther down the road.
The movie theater in the mall, the place were I kissed Mary Swanson on the lips back in 7th grade(our first date, don't remember the movie, too busy kissing!), is still there.
It still has crappy flat soda!
We brought our own!
My mom's home town had a movie theater too but to get to it, you had to pile into the car, drive an hour both ways and hoped that the movie reels made it from Bufford in time for the 7pm showing.
Sometimes they didn't, the afternoon train from Bufford was stopped by cattle crossing the tracks, or the train's engineer was falling down drunk from Aunty Still's 'Medicine' bottle on his way through Alex's Falls.
Then, they would get to watch some newsreels from 1928 and possibly a cartoon or two from 1943 and go to Chip's for some chipped beef on toast and a rootbeer.
Small towns, got to love them, if just for the characters.
And the rootbeers!