I just found a story I wrote while in College. In fact it was the first time I ever aspired to be a writer. Or at least that I can remember. Picture this… second semester, just turned 18 years young, was at Western Kentucky University, dreams were shattered, boys were dumb/mean to me (just some of them), working 40 hours at three different jobs and I was only passing one class….Creative Writing.
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I wish so much I could remember his name! However, the professor was around 5 ft 8 inches tall (maybe a little taller), salt-pepper hair, kind of happy face like a clown without makeup, but a happy clown. He gave us a story to write about home. I remember thinking what a dumb thing to ask us to write about in the beginning of the second semester. I mean I am never going to get homesick so eh this is a dumb writing assignment.
As most of you know he didn’t care what I thought of his lesson! At all!!!! Therefore, I did the assignment. I wrote funny short stories about events that had happened over the summer between graduation and up to that particular point. I remember receiving my paper back and it looked like a blood bath. It needed editing in the worst kind of way! However, I had an A++. I was confused. At the top of the paper I received an excellent GRADE, but more importantly I remember the teachers words written on the top of that paper. It said, “Teena, you are a great writer. This should be your career don’t let anyone tell you any different.”
I don’t think I told anyone for a long time about my class, grade or his beautiful words because I was unsure I believed him. A writer? I don’t want to be poor! Why would I ever be a writer? I was always told I sucked in English from every English teacher I had except for one.
IF you need to skip to the best part! Begin here!!!!
However, I recently found my paper entitled Home Sweet Home! As I read his words on top of that paper and began to read my writings the tears flooded my eyes. I would read between tears dropping one by one. You see what he wrote changed my life forever, but what I wrote changed me.
The first paragraph began with this introduction: Come on! Come on…take a walk with me! Be careful because as you read your desires to move to the place, I call home, will become overwhelming! As you enter the county, crossing any county line you would like, the first thing you will enjoy is the rolling hills, full of beautiful trees that look so enticing you will want to stop and explore. (Don’t, it might not be safe). Maybe the nature doesn’t impress you, but the people will. Walk into any business including gas stations, banks, ummm okay the Country Store or drug store and you will find a smiling face. If they are not smiling they will tell you why and before you leave you will have made a new best friend, plus they will be smiling. Some people will walk up to give you a big hug and ask how your grandma is doing. Every turn, hillside, home is perfect. As for entertainment that is even amazing. We have community dances, dinners, Fall Festivals, hay rides, great bonfires for whenever and the Ohio River for summer fun. Still not impressed? Neither was I! However, let me continue because I didn’t know what I had until I was gone!
I will stop there because my paper was long and included names of some dear friends.
This paper entitled Home Sweet Home is still true today. I was with my husband most of the day and finally on our trip down Coopers Bottom he said, “Honey you talked to more people, hugged them, called them by name, sang to them (Happy Birthday) today then I think most people do in a lifetime! I am not complaining, but wow I am not sure you will ever be able to move.”
I looked at him for a long time before I responded, “No matter where I go or what I do. No matter how many places I visit or live…This will always be my HOME! Where everyone is friendly and it is beautiful beyond belief. It may not be perfect and definitely has limited amenities, but I don’t care. I love these people, our community is the greatest. Anyone who was born and raised here may have left many years ago, but if you ask them where are you from? They will still respond Trimble County!”