Today I'm sharing a sample of my writing for a hometown grocer essay contest. Enjoy!
The smell of popcorn and cotton
candy, barbeque ribs and peach cobbler fills my nose. Squeals of delight escape
metal contraptions that twirl to music and blinking lights. Barkers beckon with
midway game prizes. I bite into a fresh cob of corn after waving to a neighbor
across the way. It’s Peach Days in all its glory.
Once a year my town puts on a
celebration to be remembered. Neighbors leave errands behind to gather on Main Street
Not many towns can boast quadruple
population swells where former residents make up their share of the visitors. This
is a town that folks are proud to call home, whether a local or making the
annual pilgrimage. It’s where they went to school, hiked to the “B”, bought
peach ice cream and stole their first kiss. It’s where mothers plan
neighborhood park days and young men shovel walks for the elderly.
Around here, you’ll frequently find
a smile on my face.
2 comments:
I love Peach Days. I only lived in Brigham City for three years, but it got me hooked.
That's a fun thing to have in common. Thanks for telling me, Cathy.
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