Small Town Simplicity

by | Mar 7, 2014 | Personal memories

Recently I drove through my hometown. I live just outside of it now, but on that trip, memories of my childhood and young adult life filled my mind. I shared some of them in What I Learned Growing Up In A Small Town. Each week I’m taking a part of that post and elaborating with a few more details. Last week I appreciated the community there (Small Town Community), and today I’m sharing the simplicity of life growing up in “Hooterville” (as my high school English teacher affectionately calls it.) Norway main street edited

A barber shop, a grocery store, a gas station, a post office, my dad’s mechanic garage, plus a few more businesses, most sitting on Railroad Street. Really, everything we needed was found in our town’s limits, except for maybe a dentist or doctor. Trips to a neighboring town were for something special… an ice cream treat at Tastee Freeze, or dinner together at Bishop’s Restaurant on a Sunday, were some of my favorites. And oh, the dreaded the trips with Mom to the fabric store and the flower shop. I just knew my life was going to come to an end at either place, as extreme boredom would overtake this child each time! What I wouldn’t give to go with Mom to either one of them now.

Most often we entertained ourselves by “playing” outside. We rode our bicycles, we roller skated, we took walks, we played hide-and-seek in the dark, and kick-the-can a block away at the grassy field we called, “The Lot.” A game of softball, or baseball was typical if we had enough players. And I loved shooting baskets at the hoops outside of the old high school. As I got older, I would practice my softball pitching standing in the street and throwing at the wooden door of our garage, aiming to hit the center of the strike zone outlined in black electrical tape.

Inside, it was playing Barbies (often with my friends Julie and Jeanie), Hot Wheel cars, and Legos. Saturday mornings we were found in front of the t.v., watching cartoons, and after school each day we would race home to watch Batman.

We walked to and from school, and on rainy or snowy days, Dad would close his mechanic garage for a few minutes to give us a ride. Those days were heavenly.

The thing that stands out to me probably the most, is that we were NEVER in a hurry. Mom and Dad weren’t found running from one place to another, and because they weren’t, neither were my brothers and I. Life was at a different pace back then. I don’t know if that was due to living in a small town, or if it was just the environment of our home. Either way, looking back now, I cherish that.

It does my heart good to look back and reflect on these simpler early years. Not for reasons to go back, but to be reminded how good a simple life can be. I think oftentimes we make life too complicated. It’s hard to swim against the current of complicated living. But the peace that comes from living a simple life is priceless. If we’ve gotten away from that, small steps can take us back there.

Today I’m thankful for the simplicity of growing up in “Hooterville.” I wouldn’t trade those years for anything. (If you grew up in simpler days, I’d love to hear what you appreciated most. Feel free to comment below!)

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  1. Virginia Petrzelka

    Love your article Julie….Spending prior years carting kids to ball practices, meetings, etc. I too sit back and reflect on the much more simple life of growing up on a farm, miles (which seemed, at the time, like hundreds of miles) from this small town you speak of. When school was let out in May meant I wouldn’t see my friends until it resumed in August. My siblings became my best friends!!!! Growing up on a dairy farm, we knew that milkings were at 4:30 in the morning and 4:30 at night with school in between. The only thing we rushed to was 8:00 church on Sunday mornings 🙂 Oh how simple life was back then 🙂 Thanks Julie for reminding me that with baby steps, I can start to simplify life again and be more of a Mary and not a Martha!!!

    • Julie

      Virginia, I loved reading about your simple life growing up too! It’s no wonder why you are still so close with your siblings, and why you have such a great work ethic. You’ve passed that on to your kids! I’m with you, focusing on becoming more of a “Mary” than a “Martha.” Glad we’re in this together! 🙂

  2. Margaret

    I too love your posts Julie, especially when as I read I can see what you are talking about! I would go back to those days in a heart beat if I could. Riding my moped Fred up and down Main Street. Ha! I remember how going to CR was almost like taking a vacation, it seemed so far away and so different from our little town, or Hooterville as NNS would say! (That makes me smile every time I see it). Keep the posts coming, I so look forward to reading them, being reminded of the little things, the important things, the simple things. XO

    • Julie

      Margaret, I forgot about Fred! But your words took me right back to you riding it through town! Thank you for sharing…your comments brought a smile to my face! I appreciate your encouragement, and am so thankful we’ve managed to stay in touch all these years! Hugs to you!


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