Small Town Girl
More than classmates, we were a tight-knit family.
Back then, life moved at a slower pace.
Endless days, painted with brushstrokes of fun.
football under Friday night lights
basketball in a gym full of screaming fans
phosphates sipped in drug store booths
telling tales and gossipy truths
We traded whispered secrets like currency.
Every stolen glance, like a peek into eternity.
Laughter filled our souls, bound us together.
many years have passed
precious memories amassed
woven into the fabric of our lives
historic annals, now dusty archives
I was a small town girl too (and am again in my old age, though a different one) – though perhaps not all that small as the classmates included some from surrounding rural areas, and we didn't have such a close, family feel. And then, I was moved away at 15, so lost contact with many rather earlier than usual. I stayed in touch with the best friends longer, but even they dropped away eventually as life and geography took us in different directions. I'm glad for you that you have such warm memories.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteGrowing up back then was indeed like a tight–knit family!
Hugs,
Mariette
You were very fortunate, indeed, to have friends that felt like a tight-knit family during those early years. That little cutie in the middle is still very much you. :)
ReplyDeleteOh! For those high school days and football nights. Now you're making me nostalgic. I can pick you out in those pictures. You've hardly changed at all!
ReplyDeleteSmall town girl with a big heart. Lovely memories !.....Rall
ReplyDeleteOh those pictures... historic annals, dusty archives indeed! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYou were probably lucky to have lived in a smallish town, most of the folks would have known you. My first two years there were only three in my class, we didn't know much about football, country kids all. Then I went to a town school, 52 in my class, only 48 graduated. The folks knew me too well, turned me into the town marshal for some mischief, really it was a drivng accident. I got to meet him in the Principal's office.
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p.s. I think you are the blonde wearing dark glasses. Correct?
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Yep!! In pigtails about ten years ago.
Deleteoh love it. Such great memories A real treasure to have that bond as young people and have fun.
ReplyDeleteWell, heck, I was already here but back again. I swear after all these years I can still remember some of those secrets, those youthful heartbreaking moments.
ReplyDeleteTrue endless days filled with brush strokes -soft, radiant, leisurely!
ReplyDeleteI wished my high school years were lived in a small town. In New York City, my graduation class was a multitude. Still, there are very good memories... Not as many cute photos though. :)
ReplyDeleteMemories. Thank you. Some, more than fifty years later, I still have contact with. Others just memories of a fun past.
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely. I have similar memories, and have no idea what happened to any of those so close friends.
ReplyDeleteI lost touch with high school friends a long time ago. I think I would. have enjoyed growing up in a small town. More people care about you.
ReplyDeleteLovely lines, I loved it. School and college days would always leave an impression on our souls, which never wane. Nice words.
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