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Travel from sea to shining sea; by car or by plane, there's plenty to see in the good ole US of A.
The Pearl of the Tri-Pasture Area
I have made mention of the city of Clem, the Pearl of the Tri-Pasture Area, before. It is barely more than a collection of mailboxes now but back in its heyday, the city of Clem was quite the place, boasting of a number of pool halls, a fire station, two grocery stores and a dry goods place. Its tidy streets were carefully laid out by considerate forefathers in the early settlement days of the area.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Wander
Welcome to Kenosha
Welcome to Kenosha, and yes, I do mean that Kenosha. It’s the place I’ve always called home even when I didn’t live here. It’s a very special place right on Lake Michigan. Anyone who lives here has probably called it Kenowhere jokingly once or twice, referring to the fact that it’s a small city that has dreams of being a big city like Chicago or Milwaukee. The irony is that this past year thrust my hometown in to the national spotlight.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Wander
Milford
Where else can you walk out to a little island in the ocean when it's low tide? Where houses look like ice cream cone palettes of pretty colors? Where surprising wildlife like foxes, turkeys, and even bears visit? Milford, CT where I grew up, an idyllic coastal town with warm summers and cold winters. I remember running 6 miles in 19 degrees, skipping over snow on the sandy beach, eyes watering in the wind, breathing in my youth, exhaling my worries. Milford feels safe, life will be ok here. There is comfort in little things like the small ice cream shop by the marina, looking for seashells on the rocky shore during low tide, watching the ocean waves rise up to the steps of the road during high tide. Here is where I could go to carnivals and ride all the fun local rides (except ones that made you vomit), eat terrible carnival food, and walk around feeling satisfied and hopeful. Here is where the annual Oyster festival brings crowds of thousands downtown with live music and good food, the best pizza, and local artists selling goods. Local landmarks like a giant willow tree leaning over the river by a dam. The old movie theater with a balcony, adorned with soft velvet curtained interiors, made you feel fancy and vintage. But they tore that down to make a parking lot, and you lost a little bit of your youth. The local library where kids liked to hang out and some of my grandpa's paintings would hang at times. The parades I marched in as part of my high school's color guard, with my uncle as St. Patrick, the streets lined with merry buzzed townsfolk. The beach was always my favorite of course, the smell of the salt water, the beauty of each sunset, the sounds of gentle waves because we rarely had any due to Long Island blocking the big ones. The one time I kayaked out in the ocean with my sister, becoming sea sick on the way back in as the waves carried us. The time I arrived to my middle school dance on a boat to the Milford Yacht Club, thinking that was the height of sophistication and coolness. I had my first job here, learned how to drive, and navigated the ups and downs of adolescence and early adulthood, thinking it was lame because “nothing happens here.” But now I crave to return.
By Silvie Ward5 years ago in Wander
My Illustrious Hometown
Stefan Ardey My Illustrious Hometown I come from a place that gave birth to a couple of well-known basketball players in the NBA. I grew up in a town that's in the Big Apple, the city of dreams. My hometown is probably only one of the few one block twenty buildings apartment complex around. Each floor has eighteen floors. My hometown breeds rappers, too. These rappers leave the hometown but still represent it. The numbers five and seven are used as hand signs to symbolize and signify the hometown, and its broad road that goes straight down after Junction Boulevard and ends at 99th Street. It's called 57th Avenue. This hometown has everything within a five-block radius. You can cross the street and go to a supermarket. You can cross the street and go to a fast-food restaurant.
By BigSteff SA5 years ago in Wander
Small Town, Olympic Hopes
I've lived one place my entire life. My family did move at one point but it was only from "old Kearns" to "new Kearns" a few miles away so we could have a slightly bigger house with a slightly smaller yard. Nothing changed but my ability to keep dogs.
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Wander
3,000 Miles
While I love them dearly and each one holds a place in my heart, my home is not my friends or my family. It isn’t where I was born, where I grew up or where I made the most memories. Home for me is a place I’d fantasized about visiting and living in for almost seven years. A place that I wasn’t able to go see until this year, for the weekend of my 23rd birthday.
By Kirsy Massiel5 years ago in Wander
I am from Gary, Indiana
I am from Gary, Indiana which is the birthplace of thousands of great people who make positive contributions in the world. There is good news that continuously happens in my hometown because of all the resilient people who make it happen. I am from a hometown with deep roots that produce strong fruit. I stand on a firm foundation built with the wisdom of my ancestors who invested so much in me that I can never give up on my dreams. As a result, each day that I rise I choose to write and speak life, no matter how difficult it seems.
By Tavetta Patterson5 years ago in Wander
My Hometowns
I claim more than one hometown, starting with the one handed down to me, the one I had no choice in choosing, but in which I took my first breath. That’s true for all of us until we eventually search out and decide for ourselves if where we lay our heads are hometowns.
By Mark Elliott Creative5 years ago in Wander
Dungeness Crab Capitol Of The World
I was born in a sleepy little fishing town on the Oregon coast…well, in 1963 it was a sleepy little fishing town, now it is a bustling tourist hot spot. Newport Oregon is affectionately known as the Dungeness crab capitol of the world, and for good reason. Newport averages around 16 million pounds of tasty Dungeness crab yearly – though during the 2004-05 season they saw a record 33+ million pounds of crab come in on the crab boats. The crabbing industry in Newport is the main source of income for the area, with tourism a very close second. It is such a big deal that there was even a spin-off season of The Deadliest Catch filmed here, titled Dungeon Cove.
By Terresa L Nelsen5 years ago in Wander
