A trip to memory lane, part 1
I returned last night from my weekend trip to Ohio. I have several great stories for you that I’ll share next Monday for “Monday’s Moments”, but for today, I’ll just give a story from my wife Carie and what she thought of our first trip together back to my hometown.
It has been 15 years since I graduated from high school and left Fremont, Ohio. The town has not grown any and seems to be slowly headed for extinction by way of run down buildings and businesses that hardly seem used anymore, save for the liquor stores and tattoo parlors.
To be honest, Carie found the whole experience in Fremont to be creepy. This coming from someone who grew up in some of the smaller towns of Massachusetts, that’s saying something. It also didn’t help that it was a dark day due to a storm system across most of the midwest. I really don’t think it was as bad as she did, but she’s my wife, so I certainly will respect her opinion.
What also didn’t help was that everyone who we talked to made her feel like a martyr for being a Christian and living in Massachusetts because “It must be so hard to be a Christian and live there,” or “How do you live in that blue state?” to which we constantly were saying, “Actually, we like it” or “We just take it one day at a time.” (yes, I occasionally use sarcasm)
Carie also wasn’t thrilled that everyone she talked to said “God bless you” as if it were a pat on the back or a handshake. I told her it was just a common greeting in the midwest, and this didn’t make her feel any better. “Why would they want God to bless someone they don’t even know?” she asked. Good question.
All in all, I enjoyed my time in Fremont, though there were moments of awkwardness and moments of resorting back to a religion (please don’t take this to mean something it doesn’t, like that I hate God or something) I have no desire to return to. But going back into memory lane can be a lot of fun, and on this day, it was….about 50% of the time.
Until next time…
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