The City Comes to the Country

 The house I live in now is on the land I love. It’s where I spent my summers growing up—at Granny’s house, about four miles from the small town of Taylorsville, in the country.

Back then, the road in front of Granny’s house wasn’t paved. After it rained, cars couldn’t get through the mud. Once the mud dried, only vehicles with high clearance could navigate the deep ruts. Now, the road is paved and even has a center line down the middle. Cars fly by as if it’s a race track!

                                                      Image by Aubrey Odom on Unsplash    

Down the road from Granny’s house is Okahay (Cohay) Creek. The concrete bridge that now crosses it replaced the boards that rattled and could be heard for miles when a car crossed the creek. When Granny heard the rattling of the old bridge, she would send whatever grandchild was there at the time running to the front door to see who was passing.

Party line telephones reached Granny’s house during her lifetime, but many other changes have happened since God took her away in 1973.

Almost two years ago, we finally gained Fiber Optic WiFi thanks to the Rural Electric Associations in our state. It’s now possible for people living in the countryside to telecommute.

Today was the best of all. We learned that WalMart, almost 20 miles away, would deliver to our house! What a joy that was!

First it’s WiFi, then WalMart delivery—what’s next—DoorDash?

I can only comment, what would Granny think? Of course, we’d first have to explain WalMart and WiFi!