Tuesday, November 30, 2010
There are no sounds other than an occasional bird tweet. It is still early for a week day. It won't be long before the work day will be calling people out of bed and house.
For now little stirs.
The next marker on my journey isn't it. Does anything point to the depreciation of our society than a church for sale?
I wonder where its congregation went?
But I am a Christian and been a church goer. I've seen the empty pews, the dwindling attendance in long established shrines of worship, watched the attendees grow old and die.
And then there it is, the hope, the up tick for the future.
What, you say? A dead-end beyond which sits mounds of dirt and rubble, can you call this hope?
Yes, I can.
I love this town. Many times in my living here I have heard it slandered. But I have been here nearly three decades and I've seen the community here, the people here and the diversity here. There is a heart to this place as well as a history and as an old song said, "To Know her is To Love Her". I love this town.
There had been a blight here on this spot. The dirt and rubble are what is left of it. I don't know when what was there had been built, but do know they existed in the 1950s and at one time were very nice and considered luxurious. But time has a way at whittling away at things and by the time we arrived on the scene these had become sickly yellow eyesores. Oh, one last gasp was made at resurrecting them, a new paint job that turned them white, but it was too late. The government had done programs, started I'm sure with good intensions, which too often lead to unexpected and unwanted consequences. It brought some sorrows to this place.
Now all that was gone. A new start was beginning on the far horizons. What now was barren fields spotted with mounds of dirt and plowed over rubble had a greater future, hopefully, ahead.
If my batteries hold up enough by the time we arrive at what is coming, I will capture it and show it to you.
For now we will wait.
We turn back toward where we have come to leave the dead end and find a cross street to take us deeper into town.
We pause on a side street to smell the flowers.
And then we continue on.
Down the quiet morning streets.
There is a certain loveliness and tranquility here, a charm of old small towns among the homes of the blue collar families of my town.
We reach this dog salon and soon will turn onto a main street of America and I wonder what we will find ahead?