My home village had a population of around 420 people when I was growing up...everyone knew everybody and practically everyone was related to someone somehow. The town my grandma lived in 7 miles away had a population of 80! And in that village, I really WAS related to almost 60% of the people living there. LOL Talk about "inbreeding"...Growing up in a rural Nebraska village was not an easy life...particularly for someone like me who longed to LEAVE that life and explore the world. As I said, I attended 12 years of schooling in the same buildings with a senior graduating class of 17 students. Saying I was the valedictorian really doesn't hold much weight in a class size this small, but...I was.
I think the things I miss the most about my village are the open spaces...the farm lands...the seasons...the camaraderie of being soooo small, you had to get along with and participate in everything. I miss the fall air and the football/volleyball games...the Halloween pranks that, in this day and age, we would have been arrested for "terrorism". LOL
As you can tell by the current day photos posted here, little remains of my farming village...now only somewhere around 200 people live in the village and it grows smaller and smaller each year as corporate farming takes over the land for profits. But it IS still there...somewhere on the plains of Nebraska...reminding me of a simpler time without MS or the things that occupy my mind these days.
(I painted this fading mural in 1976 with the help of my mother and sister...it was for the bicentennial!)