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City Girl Moves to the Country (Funny Little Stories)

Theresa shows her humorous side here. She is one who loves to laugh at herself. She tries to not take herself too seriously.

Leaving City Life Behind

File: Montgomery, Alabama panorama.jpg Author: Spyder Monkey CC-BY-SA-3.0

File: Montgomery, Alabama panorama.jpg Author: Spyder Monkey CC-BY-SA-3.0

Making the Transition to Small Town Living

Long before we left the city four years ago, and moved to the country, with its beautiful peach blossom orchards, I worked at an insurance company as an underwriting examiner. To my defense, I will say I was very young at the time.

I will never forget the day, after examining the back of an insurer’s policy amendments, which lists any accidents, etc., which I had to review and red flag anything out of the ordinary to then be given to the Underwriter for approval. At that time, we were all out in a large open space with hundreds and hundreds of desks all lined up (no cubicles at that time).

So, I was examining a particular policy amendment, which indicated this person had an accident, and that his vehicle was totaled due to a bush hog running out in front of him. Well, my naïve self commenced to comment out loud to everyone nearby, “Wow, that must have been one big hog coming out of that bush to have totaled out his vehicle!!!” Then, I also added, “That must have been a huge bush to have hidden a hog that big!” Ha. Ha. Well, there was dead silence (I wonder why?) Ha.

Growing up, although we did not live in the country, we drove through the countryside many-a-times, and seeing the farm equipment out in the fields, etc., I just always thought of any type of tractor-type equipment as just being a tractor. I did not realize they all had different names. Ha, again.

Needless to say, my co-workers, at the time, never let me live that one down!!!

So, when we moved to the country, I was prepared to be informed of bush hog equipment, etc., not being a tractor and what the difference is between the two.

New Home in Small Town

New home in small town.

New home in small town.

At Home in Small Town Country Life

The view from my front porch.

The view from my front porch.

Friendly People

One of the very first differences I noticed about small town life, as opposed to big city life, was when I went to the nice little post office to mail a package.

While waiting in line at the post office, every single person who spoke to the postal employee behind the counter, started up a conversation of how their family members were doing, etc., and they both conversed back and forth, naming each person, i.e., “So, how’s Uncle Joe doing and your brother Bennie?” This went on with every single customer, i.e., “So, is your Momma out of the hospital and doing well?” or “Did Eddie get that job?

Then it was my turn to speak to the postal employee, who was nice and greeted me, but then after the salutations, dead silence. I could tell she was trying to figure out who I was, as was everyone else waiting in line behind me. Hmmm, someone new in town has arrived.

So, I instinctively said, “Well, my husband is doing much better after our dog chewed him up the first day we arrived here in town, thank goodness.” Everyone present, in unison, said, “Oh, that is good!!!” Apparently, a lot of people in town heard the commotion of all the rescue people, blaring down the road that day.

Found out later, it was in the local paper. In small towns, etc., news travels fast to say the least.

Small Town Post Office

Small Town Post Office.

Small Town Post Office.

Everybody Knows Everybody...

Speaking of that first day we arrived in town, while my husband was still in the hospital from, you know, being chewed-up by our dog, I had to go to City Hall to get our utilities placed in our names, as we just moved in.

When I arrived at City Hall, the police lieutenant noticed me, and asked about my husband. I told him that I was so appreciative of everyone for arriving so quickly that day and I apologized for causing a commotion on the very first day we arrived in town. I told him we just wanted to come and go peacefully and not to disturb anyone. That is why we moved here, for the peace of country life. He was beaming with pride, and said that they were happy to be able to help and implied that much of nothing happens around there, so they were glad to be able to help someone.

Then he commenced to ask me in a very southern accent, and seemed to be very excited at the possibility . . . but he asked me, “Would it be okay if we posted a giant blown up picture of your bloodied-up husband lying on the ground, right here on this big wall in City Hall, so people can see it when they first walk in, and have a caption saying, ‘Could your dog do this to you?’” Ha. Well, to say the least, I was taken aback when he asked that, and I really did not know how to answer him, other than, “Well, I’ll have to run that by my husband and get back with you.” I never got back with him on that issue.

Thank goodness, when I went to vote, I did not see my husband up on the wall at City Hall!

I sure did not want any small children coming in there with their parents and being terrified of seeing a man all chewed-up and bloody on the ground! I am assuming the point of him wanting to place such a photo in City Hall, was to bring awareness of letting dogs run loose around town and the dangers, if you happen to have a dangerous dog, of course.

Soon after that incident, we found out the town had adopted a resolution regarding dogs not being able to run loose in the town. However, I still see a lot of dogs running around town.

Small Town City Hall

Small Town City Hall.

Small Town City Hall.

Home Sweet Home

My house in the country.

My house in the country.

No Locking the Doors Here...

On another occasion, I noticed up the road from my house, someone was having a giant yard sale, and they had even advertised it on a billboard in town that this particular family (well-known) was having a giant yard sale, and you would not want to miss this yard sale. I had to run up to the post office to have something mailed, but then noticed all the people there for the yard sale, and they did have plenty of items.

So, I stopped to check it out, and was able to find some great stuff. I saw two beautiful, long cement planters painted black, that would be perfect to place on the bricks lining my driveway, and they were only seven dollars each. They were so heavy that I could not pick them up. So, two nice, big gentlemen were kind enough to pick them up for me and place them in my car.

I walked with them to my car and opened my trunk. Then I had to get my keys out to unlock my car to place the other items I wanted in the back seat of my vehicle. When the two gentlemen saw I was unlocking my car, they asked, “Why did you lock your car?” I was surprised by the question, and said, well, just a habit, as we just moved from the big city, and one always had to make sure one’s car was locked. They just laughed and laughed, and said, well, you do not have to worry about that here, as we do not even lock our doors at the house!

So, I told them I had to run to the ATM to get more cash, as I had picked out more items to purchase from the yard sale. When I arrived back, the two nice gentlemen, once again, helped me to load up my car. As we approached my car again, I had to get my keys out to unlock it. Both men just laughed once again, and said, “You locked it again, didn’t you?” I replied, “Yes, I know, it is just a habit.” Ha. Now, that is one big difference between big city life and small town life. However, one can never be too safe even in a small town, as it is not always immune from crime.

Granddaughter at Town Park

Granddaughter riding pony at Town Park.  Swedish Fest was going on at the time.

Granddaughter riding pony at Town Park. Swedish Fest was going on at the time.

Other granddaughter at the park long ago...

Other granddaughter at the park long ago...

At the park...

At the park...

Small Town Park

Another great thing in our little town is that they have “Movie Night in the Park” every Friday night and it is free.

The park is so nice and right in the center of town, just up the road from where we live.

Our granddaughters love that park.

So, if the children do not care to watch the movie, they can go play on the playground while the parents are watching the movie.

It is not a big park, so you can watch your children play easily without worry.


A Cool Class of Sweet Tea Is Always Waiting

When you go out to dinner, the waitresses are always so pleasant, and I noticed that the majority of them always call you, honey, baby, sweetie or something of that nature. They are always happy to see you and actually enjoy waiting on you.

And, of course, they always have a nice cool glass of sweet tea ready for you.

Oh, how sweet it is in the south!

Small Town Families

In church, what I love is that there are families with a whole generation of family members who are members of the church. You will see a great grandmother, grandmother, daughters, sons, grandchildren, and so on, all right there at that one church. I think that is so neat, as my family is spread all over, i.e., my brother and his family and one sister and her family and my mother are all in Georgia, and one sister and her family is in a city in the southern part of our state.

I would love just to be able to go a few houses over or a couple of streets over to have coffee with my sisters, brother or see my mother, without having to travel several hundreds of miles. However, I know that having family too close, is not always the best thing either.

Playing Possum

We learned the hard way, about what the saying, “playing possum” really means. One night we had a possum in our front garage and our dog was just barking up a storm. So, we went out to see and sure enough there was a possum.

Our dog, a little Jack Russell, jumped on that possum and grabbed it by its neck. We thought it was dead. Little did we know, it was just “playing possum.” I told my husband that we could not allow our dog to be running around all day with a dead possum in its mouth while we were in the city working, as other critters may come into the yard and try to fight her for it.

When I looked out the window I saw my husband and my dog playing tug-of-war with the possum!!! I could not believe my eyes. My husband finally got our dog to let go of the “dead” possum. So, he placed it in a plastic bag and placed it in the large trash container.

After we arrived home that night, we had taken more trash out, and noticed that the possum had squirmed out of the plastic bag. So it had been alive the whole time my husband and dog were playing tug-of-war with it, and it could have bitten my husband in the stomach, and he may have had to have rabies shots or whatever!

Our Dog Notices Cows for the First Time

Cookie outside playing.

Cookie outside playing.

Black Angus Cow Behind Tree

Black Angus Cow behind tree.

Black Angus Cow behind tree.

City Dog Notices Cows for the first Time

Oh, when we first moved to the country, our dog, keeping in mind she is a city dog, and never lived in the country either – is obsessed with fetching the ball when it is thrown and will do this for hours if you let her, regardless of how tired she gets. Anyway, I was on my front porch after coming home from work one evening and decided to throw her the ball from the top of the ten brick steps leading up to my front door.

She loves to jump in mid-air and catch the ball. Well, it did not dawn on me that my dog had never seen a real live cow up close and personal before, and that afternoon, all of a sudden, a lot of the Black Angus cows appeared in the pasture. There are three pastures that run alongside our home across the road and around back of our home, which is good that they do not use just one pasture all the time, as we never have smelled any bad cow smells.

Anyway, I go to throw the ball to my dog, who leaps from the top of the ten steps in mid-air to catch the ball, and I guess, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the cows, and she immediately forgot about that ball (which is amazing) and almost flipped over in mid-air and flipped out after seeing those cows. She immediately ran to the side of our yard facing the pasture and just was barking out of control at the cows, and I could tell she was trying to figure out what the heck kind of animals they were over there. It was hilarious.

The poor cows got so tired of her barking at them, they all, almost in unison, turned around and went to the back of the pasture out of sight. I had to finally bring her into the house, just so she would shut up.

Donkey Braying

File: Donkey06.jpg  CC-BY-2.0  Rogerine "Donkey at Heaton Park, Manchester."

File: Donkey06.jpg CC-BY-2.0 Rogerine "Donkey at Heaton Park, Manchester."

What is that Noise?

And finally, one more little story. After arriving home from work one evening, it was so pleasant out and peaceful, I decided to get the garbage container at the end of the driveway and pull it back up into the garage.

Our driveway is on a little slope. Anyway, about a third of the way up the driveway, still enjoying the peacefulness of the country, all of a sudden, I heard the most terrifying noise, which I could not even identify at the moment, coming from the back of the pasture.

I did not have a clue what it was or exactly where it was, but I was so scared that I let go of the handle to the extra large garbage container and it rolled all the way back down the driveway. As I turned to run back into my house, I saw in the pasture a donkey bucking so fast and braying so very loud, and realized that it was the donkey I heard. If you have never heard a donkey braying up close, just let me tell you it is deafening and scary when you hear it for the first time!

I thought then, well, I know if the neighbors saw me, they were probably thinking, that girl just needs to go on back to the city from where she came. Ha. To top it off, that donkey is really getting to me, as almost every morning right at 5:00 a.m., when I am in the bathroom, I can always hear in the distance that donkey braying. I just have to laugh. That must be its wake-up time too. Ha.


Settled by Scandinavians

What is really unique about our little town,

is that is was settled by Scandinavians,

and every year in October,

the town has the Swedish Festival,

which is great fun.

How the Scandinavians wound up in the middle of

Alabama is bewildering, but they did.

Also, every year there is a Peach Jam festival, as we have the best peaches here ever!!!

We even have a giant peach water tower!

Never Know what One Will See in a Small Town, Maybe even a Car in the Air

Yep, there's a car in the sky.  One never knows what one will see in a small town.

Yep, there's a car in the sky. One never knows what one will see in a small town.

One never knows what one will see in a small town. Maybe, there will be a car up in the air for some unknown reason. Ha.

Loving and surviving life in the country, or should I say, small town life. Kind of like a nowadays Mayberry.

© Copyright Faith Reaper July 25, 2012.


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 21, 2016:

Hi Glenn,

So nice to see you reading here. Thank you for digging up this one of a big transition in my life. However, I still make that hour commute into the city during the week.

But coming home to the serenity of the rolling green pastures across my home is worth it.

Yes, you never meet a stranger it seems in a small town.

I appreciate you sharing that you had no idea what a bush hog was either! That is too funny and makes me feel better.

I'm glad you found this fun to read.

Glenn Stok from Long Island, NY on August 21, 2016:

This is a wonderful story about your experience moving to the country. You wrote it so well that I felt I was right there with you with all those experiences. I didn't know that a bush hog was a tractor either. I actually had to look that up while reading your hub.

I think it's nice how people are so friendly in small towns and how they he to know each other, and help one another.

Your story sure tells a lot about small town living and is very educational, in addition to being fun to read.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on November 15, 2014:

Hi Availiasvision,

So nice to see you stopping by my side of HP Town! Yes, we love the serenity and peace here. When we lived in the city we did not have any such peace. Even though I have my 50 minute commute to work each day during the week, it is a blessing to come home to such peace and serenity. We don't regret moving here for one minute. City life is city life, and it has its benefits with culture and such to enjoy too. The crime and violence is what finally had us no choice but to move.

I do know some great country boys but they are already taken. However, being that you are such an intelligent, beautiful, interesting and gifted woman, I believe you will not need any help in that area. I do know of a cowboy/country singer that I used to be obsessed with LOL and even wrote about my obsession with him (humor), who is from Bakersfield, California, but he may be married at the moment? LOL He is easy on the eyes, but does not follow along with the mainstream country, so he sometimes does not fit in, and that is what I think I like about him. He is an older than you I am sure. His name is Gary Allan.

Hmm, that is a thought there about a book on the transition from city life to country life, as I have a few my stories still up my sleeve.

I appreciate your kind and most generous comments here.

Have a great Saturday.

Jennifer Arnett from California on November 14, 2014:

Faith Reaper,

You write so beautifully about life in the country and capture all of its tastes, sights, and sounds. I would love to see more Hubs about life in the country. It's something that is so foreign to me, I can hardly imagine a place like that exists.

I long for a sense of community, for a simpler life, and southern hospitality. It feels like country living is the way we were meant to live. I just don't know how to makes the changes needed to get there. I really think I would fit in, in the country, but I have been a suburban girl my whole life. Know of any single country boys?

You should write a book about your life in the country, I would read it for sure.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 04, 2014:

Hello again, ElleBee,

Thank you for visiting my side of HP Town this day. I am so glad you enjoyed my touch of humor here. Oh, we still lock our doors too!

I hope you have a wonderful day and I look forward to visiting your side of HP Town later this evening, as I am going out the door now.


ElleBee on September 04, 2014:

I am a small-ish town girl, and this definitely gave me a good morning laugh. Although, for the record - my family definitely does lock our doors!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on May 04, 2013:

Hello SidKemp,

So nice of you to stop by and read. Hahaha I know it is an adjustment no doubt. That is so funny about your friend having the opposite problem.

I appreciate your kind words and sharing your stories too.

Have a great rest of the weekend, Faith Reaper

Sid Kemp from Boca Raton, Florida (near Miami and Palm Beach) on May 04, 2013:

Thanks for these wonderful stories. It took me about 5 years after leaving New York to stop locking up the car!

Many years ago, a friend of mine came from a small town and moved to Washington, DC. She had the opposite problem. She couldn't stop waving and saying hello to everyone she saw on the street as if she knew them!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on May 02, 2013:

Hi Alastar Packer,

So great to have you stopping by to read about my big transition from city life to country life! Yes, I'll never live down that bush-hog story, hahaha. You're right. Those possums really do play possum! LOL

Thanks so much for the wonderful comments.

God bless, Faith Reaper

Alastar Packer from North Carolina on May 02, 2013:

You start your recollections off so funny with the bush-hog anecdote Faith Reaper! Liked the yard sale fellows laughing about your big city door locking habit but you never know. Well Sweetsie, I really enjoyed your stories about moving from the big city( got a feelin' which one) to the rural southlands- no playing possum about that either!:)

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on May 01, 2013:

Hi Vinaya,

Aw, I am so glad you thought this piece touching and can relate. Yes, it is indeed a life full of a mixture of emtions with the transitioning from the city to the country each day really for me.

Hugs and love, Faith Reaper

Vinaya Ghimire from Nepal on May 01, 2013:


your first person narrative is very touching. I can relate to the emotions of the narrator, because my life moves between the city and the country.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on October 22, 2012:

Hello vnsatakopan,

I am so glad you have visited my transition from city life to the small town life hub. Thank you so much for your kind words.

I appreciate you. Have a lovely day.

God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Dr.Vangeepuram Navaneetham Satakopan from Chennai, India on October 22, 2012:

Very interesting. I like the humor splashed in. Voted up.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on October 10, 2012:

Hi Eddy,

It is great to see you here stopping by to read and leaving such lovely comments. Thanks for the vote up. I appreciate you so much.

God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Eiddwen from Wales on October 10, 2012:

What a great hub and here's to so many more to come.

Up up and away here!!!


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 21, 2012:

Hi Terrye, I just commented, but here it goes again - Thank you for visiting here today, and I am so glad you enjoyed reading of my transition to small town life. I still have to drive an hour each way to and from to the city, but only seven more years!!! It is well worth it, believe me. When I get home, such sweet peace and quiet ---have a lot of stories yet to tell of the "lovely" city life - NOT. I really appreciate your lovely comments here to add to the content of this piece, and I thank you for sharing about your precious son. I know he misses that too. That is sweet to know. You are welcome always, and please do stop by again. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Terrye Toombs from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map. on September 21, 2012:

A very enjoyable read, Faithreaper. :) I grew up in Anchorage, Alaska (population 350,000) and currently live in a small town of 6,000 in Montana after spending almost a year in a town of 900 in North Dakota. Yep, I still lock my car and house doors even thought we get laughed at. :) And boy oh boy, news really does fly faster than lightning! When we living in ND, my son was the only autistic kid in the town and EVERYONE know who he was and they would all stop and say hi to him. He loved it. I miss it. *sigh* :)

Great read and left me with a smile. Voted up and more.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 25, 2012:

pstraubie - I am so very glad to see you stopping by to read and leaving awesome comment as always. Yes, we love small town life, as the people are the "bestest" as you say!!! I love your stories of the post office too. It is truly a lovely feeling to not be fearful of just walking down the street in small town USA. I appreciate you, my Sister! God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on August 25, 2012:

Faith Reaper...this was too cute. I have lived in the South for most of my life and while I have lived in 'big' cities I truly pfefer the con'tree.

I smiled and nodded at so many of these antecdotes. They are so true. Way back when I was a very young girl we lived in a tiny town and we all got our mail at mailboxes in the post office. If you got a postcard from someone the postal lady would tell you everything it said on it before you read it ...hee hee In my present small town, the whole catching up on everyone's business in town thing is alive and well. If you don't want every one in town to know it, don't tell it there.

Sweet tea...um ummm....when I go to the local restaurants I just ask them to hook me up to an IV of ST.

But the very bestest thing, and I used that word intentionally, is the people are awesome. I know no strangers. I walk daily around the town and never feel fearful when anyone approaches me. It is a lovely feeling.

This is pricless, Faith Reaper. I so enjoyed it.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 19, 2012:

rebeccamealey - Ha, I like that about the city mouse and the country mouse, and that is about right. Ha. It is pretty country here, and that is a good thing. We lived in a once great neighborhood in the city, then gangsters moved in right next door!!! Or wanna be gangsters, and there was no peace at all. It was like a McDonald's drive-through with all the cars stopping and going in front of our home in the city, we just had to go. I prayed about it, as I did not want a family moving into our previous home and suffering with all of this nonsense too. And the Lord is good, as the man who bought our home saw what was going on and said he was not afraid to call the police, and we were not either, but it made no difference! Now, it is peaceful once again, as his girlfriend is best friends with the sheriff and they ran them all off pretty much. So God sent the right person to buy our home. We had notified the Police Chief and DA, who both came to the neighborhood watch meetings, but to no avail. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment. I appreciate you. God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Rebecca Mealey from Northeastern Georgia, USA on August 19, 2012:

Great Hub. I grew up in the country, moved away and then back again. It always reminds me of that old fable about the city mouse and the country mouse. Looks like pretty country out there!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 19, 2012:

sgbrown - thanks for much for stopping by to read and leave wonderful comments. No, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Thanks for the share! God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Sheila Brown from Southern Oklahoma on August 19, 2012:

My family lived in the city until I was 17. At that time we moved to a fairly small town in Oklahoma. I went through "withdrawls" for a little while. As a teen-ager there was not a lot to do here. I learned to love the country life as a young adult. I loved your stories, you sound a lot like I was when I first moved to the country. I wouldn't leave the country life for anything now. Great hub, lovely stories, voted up, awesome and sharing! This hub deserves another round! Have a wonderful day!!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 27, 2012:

Gypsy Rose Lee - I am so glad you enjoyed this one and for the great comments! Ha Ha Ha That is probably so true about the donkey. He is probably so thrilled, he just brays and brays and brays. Ha. I am glad you were brought down memory lane to when you lived in the Catskills. I know that was awesome. Thanks for sharing too. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 27, 2012:

Mhatter - I am glad it was able to take you down memoray lane. I love Savannah. That is where we went on our 25th Anniversay. Thank you for reading and for the wonderful comment.

In His Love, Faith Reaper

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 26, 2012:

Thanks for these wonderful and delightful stories. Voted up and awesome. Enjoyed this lots. Have always loved the country as opposed to the city. Your little place in the country sounds wonderful That donkey probably has such a great life he can't help but laugh everyday. Love the pics. Brought me down memory lane about how much I always loved being the Catskills when I lived in N.Y. Passing this on.

Martin Kloess from San Francisco on July 26, 2012:

GREAT! I can relate. I took Arlene to Savannah. What a hoot! thanks for re-awakening a great memory

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

westnosedogs - I am so glad you enjoyed reading this hub. Yes, critters are real fun when dogs are involved too. When we lived in the city, believe it or not, we actually had an otter get under our deck and both dogs were going crazy all night in the pouring down rain barking. I could not get my husband to get up for nothing, as I was sure there was a snake or something for those dogs to be barking out in the rain like that for the whole night. Finally, my husband got up in the morning, and chased it out from under the deck, and that otter just flew and jumped right into our pool, with my Jack Russell, right on its tail. The otter has huge fangs for teeth, and then it swam so fast and leaped out of the pool and went under our storage shed, where we found out the city sewer drainage was built, and it had been raining for days, so the drains were flooded, and that otter came from who knows where. Weird for the city life. Ha. Thanks for reading and commenting. God bless you. Welcome to the south! It's way too hot right now. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

kashmir - I am so glad you were entertained and enjoyed reading this hub. Thanks so much for the votes. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

Pamela - it is a wonderful town to live in. I always cannot wait to get home in the evenings from work, just to enjoy the peacefulness. I am so glad you enjoyed reading it. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

Sparklea - I am glad the bush hog story made you laugh. It seems to make a lot of people laugh when I tell it. Yes, we have a whole town of lovely people here, so far so good. I never really knew about the possoms either until I realized the possum was not really dead, but just playing dead. One morning, while eating breakfast, I looked out the window and saw a red fox just walking around the back of my house to the front of my house with something in its mouth, and I realized my dog was asleep in the front garage up on the top of the steps. Thankfully, my dog did not wake up and see that fox! Then a few minutes later, I saw that fox (well I thought it was that same fox) come back around the back of my house, but it was not red in color, and so I realized that it was a coyote! And thankfully, once again, my dog did not noticed the coyote either, as she would not have faired so well with the wild animals. Then on another morning, I was backing out of my driveway and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flash or fly right past me, and I realized it was a deer that just leaped over the brick walls lining my driveway and disappeared just that quick. It came real close to hitting my car. Just a few more little stories to add to the mix. Ha. I know your cats are blessed to have you, and we do miss our cat, but she had a good long life up until we moved, as we know older pets do not like to move! God bless you and thank you for the wonderful comments. In His Love, Faith Reaper

wetnosedogs from Alabama on July 26, 2012:

I enjoyed this read and agree the Southern people have that sweet way of talking. I am originally from the north.

I have had a possum or two in my yard. That critter stuff is fun when you have dogs.

Thanks for sharing wonderful stories.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

lord de cross - Ha - that is so funny about the possums and the politicians. I never thought about that, but I do work in the political world, so you are right on with that one!!! Ha Ha Ha Love it! Yes, I will NEVER live down that bush hog story for sure. It is good to laugh at oneself. So, I do laugh a lot. Ha. Thanks for the encouragement always, and for leaving thoughtful comments. That is a good idea about a book, like gottabegod suggested too - only if it is His will to do so. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

teaches - wow, you moved around a lot, and I am sure you've had plenty of different types of experiences too. I am glad I brought back some memories for you, and thank you so much for the awesome comments and votes. I am glad to make people laugh. It is always good for me to laugh at myself too. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

Dearest Jackie, that is so very sad for your little town. Our town is located at the halfway mark between two major cities, so we are hoping and praying the same does not happen here, as that is why we moved from the city, being the crime was so bad. Now, a lot of people are moving out of the city north of us to the next county, so we are a little concerned. They are moving out due to the terrible crime, murders, etc., as you stated. We wanted to move out far enough so that it will take a good while for all that to catch up to our town, hopefully. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

gottabegod - Dearest Sister, I know it is a hoot when a city girl moves to the country! Ha. I know you can relate, as you have lived in this lovely town for a good long while now. I am glad you enjoyed my funny little stories, and I am sure there are more to come. I am glad it made you laugh so much, as a joyful heart is good medicine. Thank you so much for the awesome comments. I went back and added an image of the rolled-upf hay in the acres of green pastures, as I just love seeing that. Today, when I came home, the pasture across the road from my house has some on it. In fact (this is funny), the first time I saw acres and acres of that rolled-up hay, I was awestruck! Ha Ha Ha. The sad part is that I am serious. I really just think that is the coolest looking thing to see. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

LaThing - Ha (that is my old-school for lol), "the boonies" I remember saying that growing up whenever we were driving somewhere, i.e., "Boy, we sure are out in the bonnies or the boondocks." Yes, that post office experience was an experience, and I was able to learn a whole lot about everyone's family and what was going on in their lives at the time. Ha. Thanks for reading and I am glad you enjoyed it. Do not worry, though, it is nothing like that movie, Deliverance or anything scary!!! Ha, again. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

girishpuri - I am glad you enjoyed reading it. Thank you so much for the lovely comments. I am glad you feel "village" life is real life. That is great. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 26, 2012:

billybuc - It sure is a lot different, and in a good way for me - now that I am getting used to it - with no surprises! Ha. Thanks for reading as always. God bless. I forgot about how much I love to be driving down the road and then all of a sudden seeing the hay all rolled-up in acres and acres of green pastures, so I went back and added an image of that as well. Ha. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Thomas Silvia from Massachusetts on July 26, 2012:

Hi my friend, great interesting and fun story which i enjoy reading .

It was a very entertaining read !

Vote up and more !!!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on July 26, 2012:

It sounds like this new town certainly agrees with you and I loved all of your stories. The town sounds like a wonderful to live. I really enjoyed your hub very much. Blessings.

Sparklea from Upstate New York on July 26, 2012:

Faith Reaper: I burst out laughing at your story about the bush hog! Great hub! Voted up, funny and awesome. I LOVE small towns. I lived in Margaretville NY for 2 years (in the catskill mountains NYS) and I cried when we had to move. Also lived in 2 other small towns.

You brought all that back to me. How WONDERFUL you live in this wonderful country environment with so many beautiful people. I LOVE the picture you took across the road from where you live. I would love getting up to that every morning (even with the donkey noise!).

Your story about the possum was incredible, never really realized they did that even though I've heard "playing possum" all my life.

Thank you for another wonderful story. I still haven't recovered from your experience the day you moved in. But time is a great gift. Since I read that hub I've been hugging our four cats even more.

God bless you, Sparklea :)

Joseph De Cross from New York on July 26, 2012:

Great stories Faith. Have bumped into possums on the road. They walk like politicians at time. The first story was hilarious "totally!' I wonder if you can write a book about these funny stories. Transitioning from big cities have its up and downs. Nowadays, we don't feel secure nowhere. Thanks for taking your time in writing these stories. God bless you, and your family.

Dianna Mendez on July 26, 2012:

I voted this one up all the way across, even funny. I relived my life through your hub. I have been in your shoes. We moved over eight times during my husband's work promotions, and most of them to smaller metro areas, even "country". I do miss those times though.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on July 26, 2012:

I am from a small town like yours with wonderful people but our problem is the criminals who are moving in. Murders occurring in our town and the small one next to us, it really is a shame. Of course they are mostly murdering each other so far, that at least is nice of them. I am not trying to be funny for it is a real shame we have lost our innocence. May your town stay true.

gottabegod on July 26, 2012:

I am still laughing as I write this comment!!! I enjoyed this hub so much, maybe even a little more than most others will because I live in the same small town and I also moved here from the big city - I can relate!!

I think I could read your stories all day long, they are so entertaining and captivating. Maybe some day you can publish a book filled up with your stories - it would be an awesome read!!

Much love & God's blessings upon you sister!

LaThing from From a World Within, USA on July 26, 2012:

lol, FaithR, this is wonderful! Brought back memories from way back when I moved to Maine, to the boonies, as they called it, lol...... What a shocker...... But later on I enjoyed it. The post office story is Soooo true .... Hahaha. Thanks for the wonderful read!

Voting up and awesome!

Girish puri from NCR , INDIA on July 26, 2012:

awesome experience of village life and indeed village life is a real life, what i feel, thanks nice share, voted up

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on July 25, 2012:

I lived in a small town in Vermont for two years and another smaller village in Alaska, and I can verify that life is, indeed, much different from the city. Great hub; loved every little story in it.

Blessings to you,


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