Bring back the howling winds and the manure covered roads.
The imperfect houses and not always mowing your lawn.
The dirt roads lined with corn fields.
The locally owned shops with inconsistent hours.
Bring back not finding a place to park on Main Street on a Saturday night.
The packed full brew pub and the little market next door.
The Quick Way and the smell of its oil-stained pavement.
The bank on the corner, the Limestone Mansion, and the historic cemetery.
Bring back the churches and the ringing of their bells on Sunday.
The big-tired tractors taking up both sides of the road.
The signs on every streetlight of the men who served our country.
The art walks in the summertime.
Bring back the museum and the volunteers who help to keep it open.
The town boys who make sure our roads are plowed after every snowstorm.
The flower shop with Jackie’s most beautiful bouquets.
The Old School gym named in honor of my grandfather.
Bring back the Saturday morning soccer games on Alden Field.
The bank parking lot and the bands that play there on Folk Fest for Food.
Bring back the Memorial Day parades, story hour at the library, and reenactments of the massacre.
Bring back the small-town pride.
The heart, the knowing that someone will always have your back,
always know someone you are related to, and which road you grew up on.
Bring back the feeling that all your needs can be met in a small town.
That all you could ever want can be found in a small town.
There is no place like this in the whole world.
No feeling,
like growing up into the girl from Cherry Valley.
I love you hunnie this is another great writing piece of yours! You are so talented and I am so blessed to have the girl from the valley in my life forever !
I am looking forward to finally staying in Cherry Valley. I love small towns in the history they bring. I would like to see this gymnasium named after your grandpa and maybe see a high school football game.So excited to be there with the Girl from Cherry Valley.
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