26 December 2009
My emotional response to that is I think not. The reality is that it really depends on home. My neighborhood in the first city I lived in after college, which I also call home, is virtually unchanged. The community I grew up in however is nearly unrecognizable and seems to become more so with each return visit. First it was the fast food chains on the state highway. Not as shocking since that started when I was still in high school so it appeared more gradual. The next transformation was the conversion of farmland to subdivisions. More homes brought more people brought more kids and the new school campus changed the look of the community even more. Last year (it may have been longer) they redid the entrance and exit ramps off the expressway and let’s just say, they’re frightening and I’m glad I don’t have to drive them. I’m told that they drive better than the old ones, but I’ve never seen anything remotely like it. In last few months, they have added both a Wal-Mart and a Meijer; Target came a few years ago. While they have undoubtedly brought with them a much-needed infusion of commerce, I still find it a little disheartening to not recognize my own hometown – the ice rink, the truck stop where my grandmother worked when my dad was a kid, and a family farm. My city friends always tell me it’s so nice that I can go home as they’ve watched their hometown change around them. What I’ve never figured out how to explain is how much less their hometown has changed than mine. I guess it really is just all about your perspective.
19 December 2009
It’s fall. The weather has turned cool and crisp. Ok, so this trip home was a little soggy as well, but it’s still home. The leaves are turning brilliant shades of yellow, orange, and red. And Saturdays are for football. But this time of year, I really know that I am home, when I go to the mill (http://www.parshallvillecidergristmill.com) and pick up hot out of the fryer cinnamon sugar doughnuts and fresh apple cider. The doughnuts are so light and airy that they melt in your mouth. The cider is so fresh that it tastes like you’ve bitten into an apple straight off the tree. So how do make sure the doughnuts are hot? They make them all day long, but I will almost always arrive 10-15 minutes after opening when that first batch comes out. Home sweet yum.
It really was fall went I wrote this. Here it is six weeks later and we’ve gone from brilliant colors to gray rain trying to pretend it's snow, but I can still smell the cider and doughnuts.