I grew up around Bedford, Iowa. When you look at it everday of your life, you never notice the difference of the architecture when compared to other towns and cities.
This summer, personal reasons had brought me out of the large cities to the small living life. My children saw the best Fourth of July parade that they have ever seen in the oldest life time of 7 years old. In comparison to the city streets the brick street was historic enough. The two young boys looked at me in shock as they asked me if the Cavemen had built this street in the old days.
It was then that I realised that what I had taken for granted all those years of driving along on those streets and listening to the weird shrill noise the brick make with the tires, that I had actually missed the sound. As I drove along another street I began to give the history lesson.
These brick streets building began in 1910. The history lesson was given about fifteen minutes prior to the shocking actual seeing of a 1913 Titan tractor, which actually ran, drove along the bricks. The metal wheels wobbled and groaned as my two boys’ mouths literally hung open with shock. The youngest claimed, “No Way! It’s not the cavemen, it’s the cowboys.”
This comment was loud enough, that yes other people in the crowd heard him. Granted this parade is held in a town of less than 2,000. This I must remind you does not include the miles and miles of farm lands that surround it. The smaller towns that surround it, that Bedford is the chosen place to travel for the entertainment of the county. Given this, then you should know there were at least 2,000 people that surrounded me and this youngsters shocking comment.
An older lady, in her 70’s began to laugh and claimed to have actually known the “cowboy” who owned the tractor. This settled the laughs that surrounded us, and the comment soon became another history lesson. So the young guy was right in assuming it was a cowboy who in fact had owned that tractor, was even a cowboy who drove it as well.
I went to our local Hy-Vee which has a selection of one kind of panty hose that is hung next to the rental videos. There is no pharmacy, no deli, no chinese, no buffet, just rows of cans and some frozen selections. When I first walked into the door, shelves were moved. These shelves have been there since I was four years old, an estimated time of twenty years, as well as the same ugly lime green paint on the walls.
Beings I was in such shock I complained quite openly, “What are you doing to the place?” “We are painting, new color.” I replied with a shocked, “But its been like this since I was a kid.”
How comforted they must have been when I spouted that, but it was true. For a historic town to suddenly after twenty plus years to paint some walls, shocked me.