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Louisburg Events: Larry Frick (and band)

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When my mom called me on Saturday evening to tell me this band was playing at our new vet’s office here in Louisburg, Acoustic Pets, I jumped at the opportunity to go check it out!  I stopped cooking supper and told Sam I’d be back, grabbed my camera, and practically flew out the door.  There’s something super special about small town festivities like these.   I’m sure small towns all over America have little festivals, community gatherings and the like just like my small town does, but there’s something even more special, I think, about a small town gathering in the South…in the summer.  It’s hot.  The food is delicious.  People are sweaty.  You can smell the heat and the sweet summer grass.  Kids are crying and laughing and just hanging out.  The locals are colorful and from all parts of the town and all walks of life.  The music is generally from a local band like this one, and seriously, only in the South could you have a concert at a restored 1890’s purple house which now houses a pretty rockin’ vet’s office!  People are friendly and talk to one another.  They may dance in the street or sidewalk.  Some of these pictures will be part of a special project I’m working on, but I couldn’t help but write a post about this awesome band and a summer’s eve in our small town.  While I am not a huge country music fan (not really a country music fan at all), this band was “frickin” great!

I love the look on this father’s face…the look so many parents often have after their child has talked to them incessantly for an extended period of time.  And the look on the little boy’s face is still as excited as it probably was when he awoke that morning.

This couple was dancing in the street!  I don’t know their names, but I know they have been married only 4 years and seemed incredibly in love!

No small town gathering is complete without a face painter 🙂

I have so many more that I would have loved to share from this event, but these are my very favorites!

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Small Town Girl

I grew up in a small town. I learned to drive in a small town. I went to school in one and learned to kiss in one. I learned how to get into trouble in a small town. I spent my whole life trying to get out of this very small town…this very one that I’m in right now.

And when I graduated from high school, I did. I left. Only to return and go and return and go and return again. After 27 years, I have learned to love my small town – the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s interesting, though, to see where my peers ended up and what they have ended up doing.

It seems growing up, there were kids in my small town that seemed to know who they were from birth. They didn’t need to find themselves. They knew who they wanted to be, had their own style, their own way. If they wanted to leave, they did. If they wanted to stay (or return) they did that also. Some are still drifters just as they were in high school, hippies floating from place to place. Some are adventurers. Some are professionals. Some are still partyers. Some have kids and aren’t married. Some have kids and are. Some have no kids and are not married. Some have even died. In the 10 years that we have been out of high school, the people that were in my class are really no different. The town that I grew up in is still small and not too much different than it was before I left. The ones who knew exactly who they were, still do.

Yes, we’ve aged, matured even. But I know that I still don’t know who I am or what I want to be. I know that I still wouldn’t fit in in any one clique. I know that I still compare myself to others and that my confidence (while at least now it does exist) often wanes. When I graduated from high school I couldn’t leave dust trails fast enough. I just couldn’t get out of this wretched town fast enough. I was destined to be a professional city girl. I know now that that is not my path. I’m a small town girl. I love knowing everyone. I love them knowing me. I love that if I’m in trouble, I have people who are willing to help. Our community will pull together. I love that my family is here. My memories are here – good and bad. My life was built here. I know every inch of this small town, every crack in the sidewalk, every cross in the road. It’s cozy and comfortable and safe…well, for the most part. I want to travel the world some day. I want to have opportunities to see things and do things and for our children to too. But I think, wherever we land, if it’s not in this same small town, I will always want to live in a small town where the families are tight knit and the stores are close by, where the tractors roam, and where the dogs can run free, where the post office is within walking distance, and where my family will be.

Each year that goes by is one less year that I have to figure this life out, one less year to really figure me out. So, at the very least, while I may still not know who I am, what I’m doing, or where I’m going, I do know where I am and that for right now at least, I am a small town girl. Here’s to another year of….figuring things out.