The City Mouse and the Country Mouse

~the milk man delivering ice cold glass bottles of milk to our doorstep. The bottles were covered with little paper caps. That milk tasted so much better than any milk today.
~the traveling amusement truck that wound it's way up and down the one way streets. The one I remember most was the The Whip.
~the man selling watermelons off his truck.
~the ice cream truck playing its music during hot summer nights, while kids rushed up and down the block with popsicles and fudgsicles.
~playing marbles in the sewer grates that aligned the sidewalk.
~families sitting outside on the doorsteps every warm summer evening.
~spending the mornings playing with the ants that lived in the brick foundation of our house. I had named 2 of the ants Susan and John. I even had an ant hospital, which was a hole in the telephone pole. The ants would go there when they had been accidentally stepped on . Hey, I was an only child...
Yup, life was good. But, as I entered my pre-teen years, East Boston began to change. Crime and drug use was increasing, housing was becoming run-down, the school system was in disarray, racism was rampant, desegregation/busing was being enforced within the school system and rioting and civil disobedience was becoming the norm. As the years went on, trouble was available if you chose to find it. Thank God that through common sense and a mom who brought me up to have a mind of my own...I didn't go looking for it....much *g*.

At 18, I went to Boston College...what an awakening that was for me. I had grown up in a major city, yet remained pretty insulated. It took going to a major university for me to meet anyone who wasn't Catholic or Jewish. Yup, it took me 18 years to meet a Protestant or an African American. I didn't live at BC, I commuted instead, traveling an hour and a half each way. I loved BC, it enabled me to meet people that I wouldn't have if I had not ventured out of the insular confines of East boston...people of other cultures, other nationalities, other races, and other religions.
Boston had a lot of attraction for a newly graduated,

Shortly after this, I fell in love with my husband to be. We talked often about where we wan

Living in Aiken is like being on vacation every day. I have now lived here for 16 years, but sometimes I just can't believe how fortunate I am. I have a yard! A whole acre! Hey, that's a big deal for someone who grew up with a patch of concrete as a yard. My yard is filled wi


Anyway, I am grateful to have grown up in Boston when I did. I'll always remember the close-knit communtiy that I experienced there as a child, knowing everyone you bumped into, walking to the corner store, chatting with the next door neighbor from window to window across the alleyway. But I am so blessed to now experience the peacefulness and beauty of living a less hectic lifestyle, of savoring a sunset, or seeing a star filled sky not obscured by lights. I truly have had the best of both worlds.
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I grew up in a city for the first eight years of my life, but I have never missed it. My mom, on the other hand, considered herself a city person even though she only spent the first third of life in one.
Another wonderful blog. *clap, clap*
Another great blog....
I grew up in a big city too, lots of concrete and traffic . I like the pictures of Aiken that you posted, it looks so bucolic! I live in a small town too now and enjoy the peacefullness of it.
thank you so much for sharing,
Daniele
I loved reading your story. I was raised in the country on 20 acres, no animals but lots of gardening. Of course, I rebelled against that and went off to the big city (San Francisco) to school. As I ended up working for an elevator company, the 5 times they moved me it was always big cities...duh. Now I can live anywhere and hopefully be somewhere in North or South Carolina soon.
My DIL was born and raised in Boston and she really misses it, I think. They would go there instead of the Carolinas if it wasn't for the cost of living.
Cindy
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