Growing Up In A Small Town

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For those who only follow on my blog here and not my other social media platforms, I want to apologize because of family and work stuff going on lately and also to mention that if you are not following me you really should. You don’t see my hubs as much since he has been working a lot lately, but I like to post little things I find interesting throughout my week and share them with y’all! This blog along with my other TNR social platforms are primarily to promote small towns, showcase the amazing finds through mom and pop shops around the U.S., and to give you a peek into our adventures we take – either big or small – each year. So as I was blowing the dust off this old blog I found a wonderful author by the name of Ty Noel, and his prompt for the week was on small towns(which you can find here). Therefore, today I would like to share my take on living in a small town in the Midwest, and the impact it had on my life. When you finish reading all the way through, which I hope you do, please make sure to subscribe and share with others #sharingiscaring !!

Midwest Living

Well, first of all living in the Midwest is not what you might be thinking. See, most people picture us one of two ways;

1 We are a group of rednecks who just sit around and drink on our front porch and talk funny. (Well, most of those whom I have associated with are not like this at least. LOL)

2. We are these strangers who people can’t quit figure out – I mean are we southerners that had to move to the Midwest because of it being overcrowded, or are we from one of the boarder states and imagined a “simpler life” in the Midwest where there is nothing but farms and small town shops?

This is just my experience, but that is what I have come to see when I meet people from other states and they hear my accent and are surprised I am from the Midwest. But I am getting ahead of myself, let’s start at the beginning….32 years ago in a small town right outside of St. Louis, MO.

I might have been born in Phoenix, AZ but ever since I was one – or a little over that -, I lived in a small town right outside of St. Louis, MO called Dupo, IL….Yes you read that right, Dupo. It had maybe a little over 4 thousand people give or take and was made up of a few shops, a small grade school, a few trailer parks, and the usual – a few banks, two or three churches, and almost a bar on every corner(not really, but that is what it felt like). Anyways, that might be a stretch, but that is what I remember, I mean it has been almost 15 years since I lived there. So growing up in Dupo it was your generic small town, where most people knew everybody, and we didn’t go to many places – just Walmart which was about fifteen minutes out of town, church, and a few restaurants in the next town over. I think when I was in grade school I had a total class of 15, if that. Then my mom got the bright idea to homeschool me, which I am glad for it now, but it made my little extraverted self become a intro real quick. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love homeschooling. I just think it would have been better if we had the money to attend extra – curricular activities and such so I could be around other kids. Needless to say, I was bored to tears, and I couldn’t wait till I had the chance to get out of that town, let alone the state! Fast forward to now, and I remember the little library that was in town – not sure how long that was there but I just remember it when I was around 10 and getting my first library card. I also remember going to the ice cream shop in town and hanging out with my grandparents and aunts their families. Many of my other family members graduated from the high school there in town, or played games there. And of ‘ course I remember going to the little church in town and having to sit through mass with my grandma. There were some fun memories, but honestly, my grandparents – sometimes my parents – were so overprotective I didn’t do a whole lot. As I got older though, I am almost glad because I am way more respectful than some who have gone to school in town and lived there all their lives, and I have seen some of the dumb things that most of those I went to grade school with did and glad I never was involved with the shenanigans they would find themselves in. I lived a very boring life as a kid, and I think that is why I have such a spirit of adventure now that I am an adult. I can’t speak for everyone in the Midwest, or even in the town I grew up in, but this has been my experience.

What about you? Did you grow up in a small town, and if so what was it like for you? Share your thoughts in the comments below, and don’t forget to share and subscribe to this post so you can receive notifications when I write something new. Thanks in advance, have an awesome day!

Until next time,

Summer 2019   ~Angie~

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