This past weekend my family and I attended a harvest festival in the town my parents and sisters family live. It coincides with the homecoming celebrations at the local high school. Everyone in the town either takes part or watches the big parade down mainstreet. The churches sell food and snacks, the local crafters sell handmade cuties that I usually buy. You see old friends or meet new people that may become friends.
People who don't live in small towns just don't understand the small town festivals and parades. People who live in small towns can't imagine living in a town that doesn't have festivals and parades. I love them. I knew I loved my town when I attended three parades in three months the first three months we lived here. It's so much fun to watch the kids run out and grab a piece of candy that a clown or the local queen or football player tossed out. I also love watching my own kids as they march in the line or ride on the float. They are becoming part of this town. They are putting down real deep roots in a small town where everybody knows your name and your parents.
It's a good life. It's good when people know who you are and where you go to church and are watching your every move. Too many people have lost the 'otherness' of a society. Too many people don't care what the neighbors think. I want my neighbors to like my family and know that we live by certain principles and morals. I want people to watch me and hold me to a high standard. I want my friends and neighbors to call me when they see my kids step out of line. Living in a small town is a good, good life.