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...