You Know You Live in a Small Town When:

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When it’s prom night at the local high school and everyone shows up to see the Grand March.
 
mommyof4 said:
You were ever in the Homecoming parade.

You have ever gone home for Homecoming.

You had senior skip day.

The whole school went to the same party after graduation.

You refer to anyone with a house newer than 1980 as the “rich
people”.

Your teachers call you by your older siblings’ names.
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I grew up in a suburb of Detroit (pop. 100,000) and all of the above were still true. I think I marched in all of my high school’s homecoming parades except for freshman year. Ditto for the city Memorial Day parades. My city has a HUGE annual homecoming festival every summer, with reunion tents for all four high schools in the city plus a couple of Catholic HS that have closed. People come back from all over the country for this festival. Senior skip day: check. Big party in the high school gym and cafeteria after graduation: check. Community full of older homes: check. I don’t have siblings, but my friends who did all ran into the sibling confusion at school. The poor band director had my redhead friend and two of her red-haired younger sisters all in class together one year. Good times. 😃 Seems like the city is kind of a big small town. It’s rare that I go anywhere without running into someone I know. Our late mayor was a fellow cantor at our parish right up until he was too sick to sing. Great guy. He lived two blocks from my parents and hosted the snacks for the parish cemetery fall cleanup in his garage.

Oh, and my mom and her six siblings have a double cousin. My grandma’s younger sister married my grandfather’s younger brother and they had one daughter. I think I mentioned earlier in the thread that my first cousin accidentally dated our third cousin. I guess you can take the family out of the small town but you can’t take the small town out of the family. :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
 
Well I attended the High School reunion with my mother and sister a few years back. There weren’t enough alumni to have separate reunions by class.
 
Man, reading this thread sure makes me wanna live in a small town for sure! 😃

Feels good to read that there are good, wholesome towns out there with great neighbors! All I know are snobbish-neighbors in the city! 😦
 
…you go home for a two week vacation and your son meets a girl while swimming at a lake in the area and it can’t become a “summer crush” because as it turns out she’s your sister’s neice’s daughter AND probably your father’s brother’s great grandchild! :eek:

… while growing up there you don’t freak out when you come home from school and a local “special person” has wandered into your livingroom and is watching your t.v. You simply talk to him like he’s your uncle and help him find the door!

…when there’s a local friday night football game and there is no where in town that you can’t hear the marching band playing and the announcer on the loud speaker giving a play by play!
 
… the “bank lady” makes house calls.

Folks call her and she visits to let housebound bank clients cash checks or do paperwork.
 
mommyof4 said:
Now THAT’S service!
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We got to know her pretty well. She doesn’t advertise her religious preferences … but when we mentioned a Catholic Deacon/social worker who had been helpful to an elderly relative of ours, the bank lady let it slip that her husband was in the same Deacon “graduating” class / ordination group as the fellow who was so helpful to us.

Super people!
 
TOO Cute…thanks for sharing this. Used to live near a small town but then town moved too close and we moved away…lol.
 
MomblessedX3 said:
Awesome!!! I grew up in Fergus County!!! I know all about small!!

We Drive through Garfiel county all the time when we go ‘home’!
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You’ll have to stop for Mass sometime, but not this summer as I’ll be off serving in the Air Force.
 
frleo said:
You’ll have to stop for Mass sometime, but not this summer as I’ll be off serving in the Air Force.
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When do you leave? Thanks for your service.

I will be coming through at some point in the near future…my dad was just diagnosed with Stage 3 Lymphoma so I am going to stay with him for a week or so when he starts chemo.
 
What a great thread. Those things are so true. I grew up in a small town and then my parents moved us all to California and to a big city.

I miss the small town life!
 
I noticed your beachcomber name and see CA …I grew up in a small town in SC on the beach. Was wonderful…like you, I miss it. Are there any small towns on beaches any more???
 
MomblessedX3 said:
When do you leave? Thanks for your service.

I will be coming through at some point in the near future…my dad was just diagnosed with Stage 3 Lymphoma so I am going to stay with him for a week or so when he starts chemo.
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My largest parish has invited the other two communities over for Mass and a pot luck tomorrow. It is getting close.

One of the invited communities is 100 miles from the largest parish. Don’t know if we’ll have a lot of people from there, but I will go over to the middle parish to say Mass in the morning for those unable to make it all the way to Jordan. Mass at 8:30 in the morning in Circle (an hour away from Jordan) and at 11 in Jordan followed by the pot luck. I’m sure some of the other locals from Jordan will join in as well.

You know you are from a small town when you don’t think anything of calling a friend and driving an hour an a half one way just to do lunch 😉
 
My mother has lived in a small town the past 40 years, and you know it because:

Her husband is the mailman and his brother is the Postmaster.

There is only 1 traffic light in the whole place.

You can sit in the Catholic church at Mass and hear the Methodist minister next door preach (my mother says his sermons are better).🙂

Your cows break loose and run through the town and it is considered major entertainment and a source of conversation for at least a week.

Someone lost their job and people show up at both the Methodist and Catholic Church with money to help them out–and it actually gets to them.

If you are the mailman, your wife never has to bake Christmas cookies.

There are only about 6 surnames in the whole place.
 
CB_Catholic said:
My mother has lived in a small town the past 40 years, and you know it because:

Her husband is the mailman and his brother is the Postmaster.

There is only 1 traffic light in the whole place. . . …
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If you have a mailman and a traffic light, you are no longer small.😃
 
One time, I got a letter from my parish priest because I missed DAILY Mass!

What a hoot!

:rotfl:

I wrote back and said that I got distracted en route to Mass.

What happened was that I “got led” into discovering the True Cross.

It was really funny.

Actually sort of true.

I have no idea why, but I ended up in a Catholic bookstore and there was this book “beckoning” to me … “Relics” by Joan Carroll Cruz … and in it she described how one arm of the True Cross ended up in a monastery in Toreibo, Spain [not sure of the spelling]. A week earlier, we had visited a museum in which they had what they were told was a splinter from the True Cross that they had gotten a couple of hundred years earlier from the estate of Christopher Columbus. The splinter had come from the monastery at Toreibo. The museum had an authentication letter from a bishop.

Anyway, I was able to make the connection for them.

So, I guess, in a sense, I had discovered the True Cross … and that’s why I missed daily Mass that day!

:rotfl:
 
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