I grew up in Sonora, Texas. I haven't lived in Texas in over 10 years. I think it's safe to say that I miss home. Unfortunately, home is now where my heart is. When my father passed in '96, I stayed in Sonora only a little longer so I could graduate from high school. After that, I left - and Sonora has never been the same.
I have friends on facebook who still live there, and every now and then they'll post a picture and I see the West Texas landscape in the background and my heart lurches, and a lump forms in my throat and I have to hold my breath to keep from crying... Oh how I miss Sonora.
I borrowed these pictures from unknown photographers off of google images:
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| I miss Sutton County Days, and how this lawn fills up every summer with FUN! |
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| I miss Main Street, and parades... |
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| I miss driving the backroads, bluebonnets along the highways, and sunsets... |
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| I miss school... the crunch of the yellow grass in the winter, and the crisp, cold air! |
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| I miss the oak trees, and the wild mesquite... |
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| I miss the cactus, and the limestone, and ... and... **tear** |
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| Oh how I miss Sonora... |
I miss that era of my life! I could go back, I could buy my house and raise my children in the same schools that I went to - but it wouldn't be the same now. I'd give anything to spend a day or two there though - just driving the old stomping grounds, taking in the scent of country air and dust through the vents on a dirt road. Maybe just park the car out on a quiet hill and waste an entire day reminiscing about all those wonderful years I spent in small town America. God blessed me with Sonora :)
You even made ME miss Sonora with this post...
ReplyDeleteand i was there this weekend! ;) I feel so blessed to have been raised in a great small town with even better small town folks! I hope you can come and visit sometime and bring those girls. Mom has a little cottage outside her house that is YOURS anytime you want to visit.
Thanks Kristi! I hope to make it back there someday - if for no other reason than to visit my father's grave. . .
ReplyDeleteI miss that place IN that era of my life. My last visit back was this summer and it just wasn't the same...for me. I no longer knew everyone on the street, like I used to. It took that for me to realize that it wasn't Sonora I missed all these years - but it was the familarity of its people. :) I finally found your blog address again and I'll be adding you to me. :)
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