Friday, January 21, 2011

Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong!

I grew up in the most beautiful place on earth. It used to be much more rural than it is now, but even so it is such a quaint, soul soothing area. Coming up and over the mountain highway and seeing that first view of my home town is a little glimpse of heaven.

As we were coming into town, I commented to Mr. A.H. how things had so drastically changed since I lived there. New buildings, new developments. It really feels a bit like Park City spilled over the mountains. I told him that when I was younger, we pretty much knew everyone. And, even if we didn't, it sure felt like we did because wherever we went people would wave. (There is something refreshing about rough old cowpokes throwing up their hand in a friendly greeting as they pass by in their 2 ton pickup).

Anyway. We stopped by a few stores before heading to Mom's. I had forgotten how hospitable and pleasant Heber is. We heard small town talk and uplifting greetings. Teenagers held the doors open for us. People buying their things would pause for a quick chat. Isn't is wonderful when people greet you, really wondering how you are doing? When they pause to hear the answer? Part of my soul still hangs out in Heber and I find it each time I go back. Sigh.

Thank Heavens Mom and the gang still live there. An anchor!


Kellie said...

I feel the same way about Heber. Of course I live in a small town so it is that way here but Heber still holds a special place in my heart!

Karen said...

I know...the city just doesn't have that feeling. We just moved to Grantsville and it's got that same comfort. I love it! Thanks for the good Heber reminder. It feels nice.

Deborah said...

It's nice to feel noticed and loved where ever that may be. Small towns and forests are euphoric. Who knows what the future may bring for you though, maybe you'l be able to find a way back to that anchor or another like it.