I’M FROM HERE

Nov 23, 2014 by

I’M FROM HERE
THAT'S CUTE JENNIFER, OWNER OF THE NOON SPOON IN MARBLE FALLS

THAT’S CUTE JENNIFER, OWNER OF THE NOON SPOON IN MARBLE FALLS

Last night, I met some friends for dinner at our new place to eat out at night in Marble Falls.  It’s not really new, the NOON SPOON has been open for lunch for a couple of years.  (Yes, people there are other places to eat lunch in Marble Falls).  Dennis and I eat out a lot so we are thrilled to have another choice.  (And for you locals, they do take out—even steaks!)  Anyway, the place had a respectable amount of people for a soft opening.  That’s one of the nice things about a small town, word gets around at the speed of light.  (I bet tonight, the place will be packed because of last nights good reviews.)  At the table are old friends and new ones.  I look around the room and see familiar faces.  Some people get up and table hop.  One table is celebrating a birthday and the whole room sings an off key happy birthday.  Never mind if we know them or not.  Towards the end of the night, Jennifer, the owner, comes out and visits with us.  She asks about my friend’s daughter whom she went to school with.  That sets off a brief trip down memory lane of kids in high school stories.  I’m sure the room is laced  with others who have things in common, also.  It’s a small town on a Thursday night.  And I love it.  There’s a history in a small town.  It may be a 24 hour history or a third generational history, but that’s what sets a small town apart and above a city.  Do I miss some things about a city?  Of course.  But I can get in my car and drive forty five minutes and get my fix for whatever it is (plays, musicals, opera, symphony, gourmet grocery etc.) and appease that temporary pang.  BTW, that drive is getting shorter and shorter with Austin growing towards us.  I’ve always been a bloom where you’re planted kind of girl and I’ve always said I live in the best part of the best state in the best country.  That’s why I love the Frost Bank commercials that ran a couple of years ago – you know, the ones that the theme was “We’re from here”.  It was a brilliant way of outright

Cathy and Georgie at definitely the most colorful booth at the bazaar.  You can order custom made wreaths from Cathy at www.facebook.com/creativewreathsbyhand

Cathy and Georgie at definitely the most colorful booth at the bazaar. You can order custom made wreaths from Cathy at www.facebook.com/creativewreathsbyhand

scorning the big city mega banks that had belly crawled into Texas and made you loved being down home .  My particular favorite was the one that the little boy stood in the corn field and promised to eat more chicken fried steak.  Ya gotta see it.  Here’s a great example of why I love a small town.  Yesterday, I met my friend, Georgie and drove to Burnet (for you foreigners,that’s BURnit— durn it, lern it) for the Christmas Bazaar  at the YMCA where my friend, Cathy, had her wreaths for sale.  Then, I went back to Marble Falls, got a fresh lemonade at CHOCCOLATTE’S  (Their hot chocolate is muy good, also and the toffee is to die for) and watched the Christmas parade.  The parade started on the north side of downtown and went down Main Street and ended at THE WALKWAY OF LIGHTS.  I watched parents and grandparents put down their folding chairs and visit with other parade goers as they waited.  Didn’t matter if they knew them or not.  Didn’t matter if they had anything in common.  They all had a friendly conversation and shared the perks of a small town.  As I sat on the curb across from the old Uptown Theater and sip my homemade lemonade, I really get a lump in my throat and wonder how many people really

THE MARBLE FALLS HIGH SCHOOL BAND MARCHES IN THE CHRISTMAS PARADE

THE MARBLE FALLS HIGH SCHOOL BAND MARCHES IN THE CHRISTMAS PARADE

appreciate this snapshot of life.  It’s a Norman Rockwell moment.  My phone battery runs down and I can’t take a picture of the young couple pushing the stroller with red and green helium balloons.  Or the cute girls in the drill team almost marching in sync.  Or the huge blow-up christmas character tied on the front of the local firetruck.  I text a friend and tell her where I am and spell out in big letters “I LOVE SMALL TOWNS!”…….There’s a story called ACRES OF DIAMONDS.  You probably know the story—the man searches for diamonds and of course, all the time they were right under him.  I’ve reeeeely simplified it but here’s my point.  When you’re planted in a small town, look around……..There’s a ton of diamonds.

THE BOY SCOUTS ARE UP FRONT IN THE PARADE.  I LOVE THIS PICTURE!

THE BOY SCOUTS ARE UP FRONT IN THE PARADE. I LOVE THIS PICTURE!

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