Marshall County: My Hometown
|Our family on closing day, 1996|
Yet, as my wife can attest, I have this strong connection to Marshall County. And as blogged earlier, I am running for county commissioner, so there probably is a bit of campaign stumping embedded in this post. I think there are two reasons for this connection.....something that I think comes across when I talk with people.
|Community at Garners Truck Stop|
The second reason I think I feel this deep connection is maybe because of what I lamented at the beginning. Thrown into a small school made up of kids from Culver, Argos, Tyner, LaPaz, Bourbon, and Plymouth made me realize the rivalries that far too often go beyond the basketball court, didn't translate within our friendships. Which then led to hanging out at the Culver drive-in and going to their theater, grabbing supper at the Log House in Argos, or spending many a Friday nights in Plymouth. Add to that, traversing country roads in and out of every little hamlet and burg, and soon it began to feel like all of Marshall County was my hometown. Now, I have great memories of going to LaPaz School and the Church of God, and in many respects, Bremen felt like home since we did most of our shopping there, including getting my haircut at Don the barber's. But the broader appreciation, and the ghosts if you will, from having spent my growing up time in each of our communities, spurs a greater devotion to make sure we all are succeeding. We might not always agree or see things the same way, but we truly are stronger together.
If a guy can claim a whole county as his hometown, I'd like to stake that claim. The memories, the history, and working with others over the last 20 years blurs the lines on the map. In the words of Rodney Atkins, "These are my people, this is where I come from. We're givin' this life everything we got and then some."