This weekend we made a trip to where my husband's family roots are in a small town in south central Ohio. My mother-in-law narrated as we took side streets pointing out the house where she grew up, the homes where some of her siblings and aunts and uncles lived. The homes are a lot smaller than what Bob remembers but then we decided he was a lot smaller back then and his perspective would have been a little different visiting grandma and grandpa's house.
We drove through the center of town and marveled at the detailed brick and sandstone on the buildings that still stood strong. It seems that small towns aren't in a hurry to knock everything down for a modern mall or shopping strip. Those things were there but they were situated closer to the interstate.
Small town roots are good. They go deep and they grow strong and they produce some great families--like my husband's.
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