Saturday, August 02, 2008

 

Changing Times

I feel a kinship with country music song writer Mac Davis who "thought happiness was Lubbock, Texas in my rear-view mirror." My hometown of Flomot was surrounded on every side by cotton patches and I couldn't wait to wave good-bye to her back-breaking work.

Within a few months of graduation, I was living on cloud nine, married to the man of my dreams who made a decent living working in road construction. Added blessings came with the birth of baby Joe, but before Molly arrived two years later, we were farmers once again.

This time around I was allowed to drive the tractor, another dream come true. Instead of dragging a sack of cotton down the dusty rows, I rode in the trailer forking and redistributing the cotton, an even dirtier job. But I loved it! I felt more in control of my destiny, and having experienced a few years of city living, I appreciated country life as never before.

Now I look forward to the Flomot homecoming every three years, as old friends become more precious with time, even though I'm the oldest-looking one of the bunch. "The more things change, the more they stay the same."

Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net

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