Sunday, October 13, 2013

Don't Mess with My Texas - Memories!

A picture of my hometown's main drag. 

Van Horn,Texas is 697 miles away from my home here in Denver, Colorado but only a nano-second from hundreds of memories. 

In Van Horn, population 2800 in the 70's, my dad had a belt. When it come out, the four of us would promise each other our first born in order to show Pop how much we really loved each other. To no avail.
We were not abused.
We were disciplined. 

We didn't have cell phones, but we coud walk all around town in the dark with no fear. But if we got home after Mama said be home, well, we had plenty to be sceered of. 

I grew up on fried chicken, fried okra, fried squash, fried eggs, fried potatoes...and hamburger gravy. Yep, I've dealt with weight issues all of my life. Did kale exist in the 70's? 

Memories are colored with rosy shades of perspective and gray tones of fact. But as I look back on those years between the ages of 4 and 18 - the formative years they call them - my memories always paint a picture of gratitude. 

Van Horn was a wonderful place to grow up. 

I've written a novel set in Texas called Cecilia Jackson's Last Chance. In preparation for the book launch on November 15th, I'm going to tell some tales of my time in Texas. I invite you to read and maybe visit your own childhood. No matter where we're raised, many of us share the same characters and scenes. 

Tell me, were you raised in a small town or a city? Which would be better? 


Sandy Nadeau said...

I was raised in a small town in Minnesota. Small back then, not so much now. We walked to school and sports. And afterward, we always stopped at the drug store soda fountain for a Kit Kat bar and a cherry coke. Or after basketball practice, we got half a dozen glazed donuts to still the carb craving from the workout on the court. We had a small town carnival every summer, a park to hang out at, and lots of friends. Small towns rock!!

Robbie Iobst said...

Sandy, I will never know what it's like to be a kid in a city because I, too, grew up in a small town. Sounds like small town Minnesota had a lot in common with small town Texas, especially the cherry cokes. :)

Unknown said...

I grew up in a small town in Nebraska - pop. 2500. We used 'miles' when we talked about how far away something was instead of using time. The nearest McD's was 75 miles away.

Robbie Iobst said...

Absolutely! I so relate to that. El Paso was 120 miles away. The only mall was 120 miles away. :)

Cheryl Barker said...

Robbie, what a neat idea to lead up to your book launch. I grew up in a fairly small town -- around 20,000. Small compared to the big city anyway! :)

Lisasmith1970 said...

I grew up in a big city but in the outskirts of town. We had a small farm in the track homes. My dad was silly. I loved having the best of both worlds.