Friday, December 14, 2018
Cars of beauty…
If you live in a small town you must be careful about expressing yourself about another citizen. If it is negative you might be talking to the person’s cousin.
The smallest town our family lived in was Valdese, NC in the edge of the South Mountains. Wonderful folk there, salt of the earth as my daddy would say. The interesting thing was Dad’s congregation. They were split Democrat and Republican. I knew nothing of politics. Mom and Dad voted but I never knew what party. I always guessed it was Democrat.
During our time there, early 1950s, Eisenhower ran against Adlai Stevenson. These people, friends and brothers and sisters in Christ actually sat on opposite sides of the church. They wore their buttons: “I like Ike” and “Stevenson is the Man”. Most cars had bumper stickers.
BUT, but they talked, laughed, joked and always remained friends. If there were hard feelings I never knew it. Of course when dad took the church he knew of the political ‘climate.’ Two of his opening statements at every church were:
“Don’t ask me if I have a party, when I am with you I am whatever you are.” And he always said, “If you don’t like me, please don’t tell me, I think everyone loves me.” He was the pastor they needed at that time. I was a Stevenson man, because one of my best friend’s dad was a democrat.
This entry was keyed by reality tonight here in Belmont, NC. We just drove about 3 miles. That drive a few years ago would have taken 5 minutes. Due the increase in population and traffic in our no-longer small town, That 3 miles took about 25 minutes.
We are now a bedroom for Charlotte, NC, with more building daily. Growth is normal. But now the complexion has changed and neighbors have no connection with each other. The earlier years of cotton mill villages has changed. No longer does everyone know everyone and being kin to many or at least knew someone who is kin to their neighbor.
No longer are homes left unlocked day and night or keys left in the cars. That is one part of progress I do not like. I am sure most generations have felt the same about progress; as you age you get out of touch with much of life. We take it as it comes and hope one day ‘I fit in again.’ (Maybe in an old folk’s home.)