Small Town Simple

The Simplicity Adventures of a Mother and Daughter

Simple Days

Small Town Simple

“It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.”  Laura Ingalls Wilder

While growing up in Fort Worth with my parents and sister, simplicity offered itself in a variety of forms.  I was vaguely aware that we didn’t have a lot of money but my sister and I never felt that we lacked for anything.  The beauty today of reflecting on these memories is appreciating the simple life we lived.  It was not one filled with lots of commitments, extended work hours, acquiring possessions and constantly going places.  Instead…

  • We ate our meals together.  Mealtimes are one of my favorite memories because we talked and shared with one another.  The television was not on.  And we were certainly way ahead of cell phones, tablets, etc.  So while sharing a meal we also shared our lives.
  • Mama made many of our clothes.  Some of this was due to economics.  Some of it reflects on the time period.  She took pride in the clothes she made even though she tried very hard to convince us she wasn’t much of a seamstress.  Her sewing machine was set up in her’s and my Dad’s bedroom.  No television.  There was a radio.  And when we wanted a good chat with Mama, she was easy to find.  So off we’d go, propped on the bed, spending time with her.
  • Daddy took a great deal of pride in caring for our yard.  He made stepping stones that led from our house to a storage shed after he priced them at a retailer’s.  He was always coming home with something for us to do in our backyard – croquet, badminton, etc.  He built my sister and I a fort in our backyard.  It was the next best thing to a treehouse and was a gathering spot for the neighborhood.
  • There were lots of homemade cookies, talking with neighbors, mud pies, hide & seek and bicycle rides.

The beauty of those days was how we chose to spend our time.  We played outside.  We made good food in the kitchen.  Not elaborate.  Just good.  Our parents performed skills around the house that added value.  We had space in and around our home – closets were not crammed, our one car garage held our car – not stuff, tabletops were clear and one bathroom served our family of four.  We chose to keep it simple.  And I’m thankful today that I still choose to live simply.  I own what I need and I forego the rest.  Simple and beautiful.  I hope you too will find ways to choose simplicity and live within the beauty of your choices.

xo, Carolyn

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