I Was Born In A Small Town: Stories From A Small Town Life

I Was Born In A Small Town: Stories From A Small Town Life

I am originally from a small town in the Appalachian Mountains of southwestern Virginia. I won’t mention the town’s name here, because some folks might get a little upset with me for posting this. But, I really thought that this would be a fun post and, hopefully, give you all a little chuckle. You see, this town, albeit small, had its share of characters. I mean, if you thought Mayberry had characters, you ain’t seen nothin’ til you see this town. Yes, I realize that sentence is full of grammatical errors, but that’s the way they talk there. For that matter, that’s the way they talk throughout the South.

I Was Born In A Small Town

A & The Bicycle
Anyway, here’s story number one. One of the characters in this town we’ll call “A”. “A” was a little…well…he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic, if you know what I mean. Another character in this story was a man who had so many drunk driving tickets that he no longer had a driver’s license but instead rode a bicycle all around town. One hot summer day, the drunkard was riding his bike when when someone he knew saw him and offered him a ride back home. The drunkard accepted, but there was no room for his bicycle. “A” was doing his normal thing, standing out in front of the local hardware store, begging people for money. The drunkard yelled over to “A” and said, “A, I’ll give you a dollar if you’ll push my bicycle home for me.”

“A” answered with a quick, “Alright,” and walked over and grabbed the bike. About an hour later, someone was sitting out on their front porch when they saw “A” come by, pushing the bike. Curious, the person on the porch asked, “A, why don’t you hop on that bike and ride it?” A’s answer was simple: “He didn’t say nuttin’ ’bout ridin’, he said push.”

My Grandfather & The Insurance Adjuster
Here is my personal favorite story. It involved my grandfather. After he retired from his job as a security guard, he took to driving a coal truck for a living. One day, with a friend of his from town in the truck with him, his truck stalled out on the railroad tracks, just as the train was coming. No one was injured when the train collided with the truck, however the truck was totaled.

A few days later, an insurance adjuster came to town to investigate the accident. He asked to speak with my grandfather. He then asked my grandfather if anyone else was in the truck with him at the time of the accident. My grandfather looked at the guy and realized immediately he was a city slicker with no idea how things worked in this little country hick town. So, he decided to have a little fun with this guy.

He told the adjuster that there was someone else in the truck with him. The adjuster said he would have to speak with that gentleman, too. My grandfather laughed to himself and thought, “Gentleman? He don’t know Tom at all. He ain’t no gentleman.” My grandfather explained that Tom did not have a car or a phone, so they would have to ride out to see him. The adjuster agreed, and they got into my grandfather’s car and drove out to Tom’s house.

Tom lived in a small development on the outskirts of town. When they got to the street where Tom lived, my grandfather told the adjuster, “I ought to warn you, the further you go down this road, the meaner the people get. And they don’t like strangers.” The adjuster asked, “How far do we have to go down the road?” My grandfather wryly replied, “Last house on the left.” You should have seen the look on the adjuster’s face.

Don’t Blink Or You’ll Miss It
One final story. There was a little section, and I do mean little, that we will refer to as “P-ville.” When I say this section of town was tiny, well, I’ll just let the story tell you how tiny. There was only a factory and one little country store in this section. One day an out-of-town business traveler came through looking for the factory. He stopped at the country store to ask for directions. When he asked the man behind the counter if he knew where P-Ville was, the guy threw his hands up and screamed, “DON”T MOVE!” The traveler was startled. His eyes got as big as silver dollars. The man behind the counter said calmly, “If you do, you’ll be out of (P-Ville).”

Did You Grow Up In A Small Town?

I told you, the town I grew up in was full of characters. I could go on all day, but I will spare you, for now. What was the town or city that you grew up in like? Were there people that you remember to this day that you haven’t seen in years? Feel free to tell us about them in the comments below.

About Jay Crawford

Jay enjoys cooking, music {his favorite artists are KISS, Def Leppard, the Eagles and a lot of the newer country music}, and sports {Carolina Panthers, Tarheels and the Appalachian State Mountaineers}. He also enjoys grilling out and cruising around with the radio up and the windows down.

Comments

  1. I grew up in a small southern town and have the fondest memories of growing up there. I’ve blogged about my hometown on more than one occasion. Every single time I visit, I’m reminded of all the good times I had. I stay in touch with all my old high school friends and we try to get together when I visit. Who says you can’t go home again . . . at least to visit.

  2. robin masshole mommy says:

    Yes, I grew up in a small town, but small towns are different up here in the north. For Massachusetts, where I grew up is still considered a small town.

  3. We live in a small town where everyone knows your name. We have some interesting characters but they are ours and we take care of everyone. Yes it can get frustrating when everyone thinks they know your business, but when in need everybody joins in to help. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

  4. I love stories like this! I was raised in suburbia, but currently living in a small town. I love it! I don’t think I’ll be able to go back!

  5. I was born and raised in the city and it just makes me wish I had a home town. I am sometime envious of some friends when they tell stories about growing up in a small town, the warmth, the caring, and the closeness of the residents in their town. I hope my children would settle in a small suburb so that they can provide their kids the pleasure of growing up in a “small town.”

  6. You are lucky to live in a small town, sometimes its really nice to grow up in a simple yet happy town.

  7. Your stories made me chuckled! Such a fond memories. I too grew up in small towns where everyone knows everyone. I miss those simpler days and I wish my son could experience that freedom of small town living. Here living in the big city of Jakarta, there’s no way my son could freely play outside or ride his bike freely like I did when I was little. Small towns always have their charms.

  8. I love stories like these. I think it’s awesome that everyone knows each other in small towns and there is such a sense of community.

  9. Lol, yep pushin is different from riddin hahaha. Thanks for making me start my days with a laugh.

  10. Rebecca Swenor says:

    These are all cute funny stories. I grow-up in a small town too and there are stories I could tell that are very similar. Thanks for sharing the small town life.

  11. I grew up in a tiny country town of 75. The stories I could tell are so similar to this. It makes me miss that life for sure.

  12. How interesting! We live in a small town now and I always wonder how my kids will view growing up here. I grew up in a large town, close to a big city so I cannot relate to the childhood my kids are having. My hope is that they do not hate us! :/

  13. I grew up in a tiny town in south Arkansas. I wouldn’t change that experience for the world!!

  14. I love small towns and the stories that come with them. I am a city girl but my mom is from a small town. It’s like the best of both worlds.

  15. I grew up in a small village in the Philippines and had lots of memories there. I miss home to even think about my village.

  16. I often wondered what it would be like to grow up in a small town. It always sounds so charming and gives a warm kind of feeling when I think about it (I’m sure there are downs to it as well!) but I always look forward to escaping the city life for a week vacation in a small cute town.

  17. Love this post! I grew up in a little town called Weare – that’s pronounced ‘where”. So while there aren’t any town characters I recall, we had plenty of jokes. If you look on a map we lived in No. Weare. or north side of town.
    Let the jokes commence.
    I seriously love small town living though. Better air, nicer people, more of a true community feel.

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