My Town
Dear little town of LaVerkin
I wonder how you feel today?
Do you sometimes have growing pains,
As you expand, first this way, then that way?
I remember when you were so little and cozy,
In the not so distant past,
When every one was my next door neighbour,
And the pace we lived was not so fast.
I guess we can't stop what we call 'progress'
In this day of the jet and trips to the moon.
But sometimes I long for the 'good old days'
And think, those days have passed too soon.
But some things that linger on forever
Are the memories of this place.
They gladden my heart with rejoicing,
For my memories don't have to keep pace.
- Genevieve Gubler (1913-2010)
I have fond memories of visiting La Verkin, a small town in southern Utah. It brings a smile to my face to think of my grandma being disgruntled at a population boom (3,000 people in 2000) that changed her town from the "little and cozy" one she knew into something a little too fast paced for her. She's an old fashioned country girl to the core.
Sarah, of course, describes our grandma much more eloquently than I.
Yes, your grandmother was an old-fashioned type of person, just like your mother is too. I liked the small-town atmosphere where you knew everyone, you didn't have to lock doors, you could play in the street, your friends lived next door or just down the street, etc. More slow-paced and relaxing.
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