TREASURE TOWNS

I saw this phrase recently in a magazine.  Don't you love it?  It was in an article about groups of people revitalizing their hometowns.  Trying to make the place they grew up in somewhere to be proud.  Wouldn't you love to be able to yell from the rooftops

I grew up in......(fill in the blank)

Take a stroll down Main Street in your hometown.  For most of us it is a little disappointing.  Old buildings we remember have been torn done or should be because of safety issues.  Destruction, mayhem and foolishness.  Where are we?  In the projects?  (No disrespect intended)  

I gre up in

HYMERA, INDIANA

This is a town like most small towns.  When I was a kid, there was a Old Soldiers Reunion in May (?).  A carnival would come to town and be put up in the grove behind the school building. ( This school building was supposed to have a ballroom in it on the 3rd floor that was off limits because the floor was falling in.  I was always too scared to sneak up there to see it, I sure wish I had.  It is gone now and a new school building is in its place. )  I can still see the bingo tent with the corn pieces for covering your numbers.  Kids weren't allowed to play because the prizes were just that.  A huge prize table sat in the middle of the tent and the winner chose from there.  I can still smell the fish from the fireman's tent that my Uncle Harry used to cook at each year.  My Grandma Carpenter would always wait for that fish sandwich.  And wait you did, there was always a long line to get your fish.

But the best part of all, the PARADE.  It seemed to last for hours and people threw lots of candy!!! 

The firetrucks, police trucks were so loud.  There were so many floats that it was hard to pick your favorite.  Kids decorated up their bikes and rode the route. Do kids even ride bikes anymore?  

Now it's your turn, tell me where your from and why it is a TREASURE TOWN

See ya on the farm

Charlotte