An Evening in Nebraska and South Dakota Right Here in South Carolina

Posted by on Jul 16, 2011 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

It’s not like I was hurting for something to do tonight. I have a huge list of tasks that need done this weekend while I’m home here in Newberry. And tomorrow will be a wash since I have a class to go to for work. So, I really needed to stay home and put my nose to the grindstone.


However, once I saw the notice in the paper that the concert in the park downtown was Cowboy Music I knew there was nothing on the list that couldn’t wait. Or wouldn’t have to.


When I got to the park I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were cowboy hats in the town square. Cowboy hats on people wearing jeans and cowboy boots. I could feel my heart rate jump. I picked a park bench close to the microphones. I wanted to hear every word.


Oh my. For the next hour I sat and alternately resisted the urge to jump up and twirl across the grass like a child unable to contain her joy at this piece of home, or sit and wail because I missed my family, especially my Grandpa Jones.


They sang a lot of the old cowboy songs and the crowd of mostly seniors sang along. I heard comments about memories from the picture show when they were children. My memories were a bit different.


I was remembering helping Grandpa saddle Brownie. I was remembering riding with Grandpa to get some cows in. I was remembering watching hours of the old westerns on TV on Sunday afternoons at Grandpa and Grandma’s.


When they sang a song by “Grandpa Jones” from TV I laughed because I remembered how much my Grandpa Jones loved watching that show. When they sang a song asking where the cowboys have gone I wanted to stand up and shout, “THEY ARE STILL THERE!”


I thought of my cousin Gordon, riding across the Sandhills on his horse. I wished every one of those people there could see a real cowboy, on a real ranch. I felt like I knew something they didn’t know. I am blessed.


It was cool here today, the first day under 90 degrees since May. The humidity was low and there was a chilly breeze. If I closed my eyes I could imagine myself in Nebraska or South Dakota. By the time the concert ended I was shivering in the cool air but I certainly wasn’t going to get up and go anywhere.


I was right where I wanted to be, enjoying an evening in Nebraska and South Dakota right here in downtown Newberry, South Carolina!