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Bloggers Photo     Taking Stock...The Things That Matter Most.  I have always loved that title.  It will be the title of my forthcoming book of poetry as well.  If I ever get the time that is.  The first thing I want everyone to know on Poetry Soup is that I appreciate every single comment, critique and greeting.  I read them all and hope to respond to all in time.  The second thing is that my time is very limited right now between work and family.  I devote most my time to my family when I'm off work because, to be honest, without them much of my poetry would not exist.  I also put in a ton of hours at work teaching our young US Navy Sailors the combat skills they require to come back home to us.  I Love my job regardless of the hours!! 
     I was a sailor as well, and retired after my 20 years.  I have seen most of the world, met some of the most interesting people and lived the dream of a small town boy who wanted to see the world. 
     I am from a small town...or should I say village.  I grew up in the Village of Woodson, IL  Woodson had but 300 homespun souls that would do anything for you and tell everyone about it.  Everyone knew everyone and everyone waved know matter they knew you or not. 
     Most summers were spent on Grandma's farm which was a magical place for an imaginative boy who wanted to travel.  I would hop in the old rusted cars that littered the farm and pretend drive my way across the world.  I have written several works about my Grandma and her farm.  She is inspirational to me.  On her way to the century mark now...I Love Marian Stock dearly! 
     Thank you all for reviewing and I will review when I can...Kevin sends

Small Town Boy...

Blog Posted:4/21/2011 10:47:00 AM

     I grew up in a small town called The Village Of Woodson...that's right...Village.  There were only 300 hard working, honest, home-spun souls that lived in Woodson back then.  I think there might be a few more now, but not sure.  Woodson sits pretty much smack-dab in the south central part of Illinois.  That's Ill-in-oye, not the ever so popular Ill-in-oise.  We had a livestock sale-barn, a grain elevator (corn and soybeans), US Post Office, 4 churches and (of course) a bar.  Even the smallest towns have bars.  What we didn't have was a gas station, grocery store, or stop lights.  Not a single one.  Life was Mayberry simple.  We fit that mold in Woodson where everyone knew everyone, everyone helped everyone, and everyone waved to everyone no matter what.  A small version of Mayberry minus the sheriff and deputy.  No need for those back then.

     It was a different time back then and our idealic Village was in a time capsule.  There was no crime, not a soul locked a door.  Not to their car, truck, their sheds or their houses.  We were never indoors unless we were asleep, in school, eating (we had family meals back then and there was NO breaking that rule), or sick.  My curfew was the moonbeams' glow or my Mom yelling to get home.  If I was too far away to hear the message from my Mom was passed through the town by others yelling.  Caddy-corner from my house was the town park.  Don't get the wrong was small with not much in the way of equipment.  That suited me just fine friends and I made use of the lack of "stuff" to incorporate wiffle and baseball fields.  The basketball court was fine, as long as we provided the nets and the upkeep.  We also fashioned our own tennis court on that asphalt as well.  Resourceful.  Needless to say we loved our sports and the whole town of boys my age or thereabouts would come together at every opportunity to play whatever sport was in season.  We played every day...all day.  For football we played in a lot next to the Baptist church so we wouldn't accidentally be "tackled" by a merry-go-round or the monkey bars.

     I didn't realize it back then, but The Village of Woodson was the perfect place to grow up.  By the time I was 18 I just wanted to get out of there, I wanted to see the world.  I felt trapped and confined.  Little did I know how free I was in that small town?  I miss it now.  I do not wish to go back, only to hold onto the memories I have, and the smiles those memories still bring.  Other than a trip to see relatives in Arkansas and a canoe trip to neighboring Missouri, I never got more than probably 100 miles away from home in my 18 years there...Yet after seeing more of the world than most ever get the pleasure to; mostly, my fondest memories are of The Village.

     To be continued....

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  1. Date: 4/25/2011 2:40:00 PM
    Kevin, I really enjoyed your recounting details of your life in small town (oops! -- er, village) USA. We all tend to relish our childhood years of safety, acceptance, and good will, and holding these idyllic times and places up to serve as exemplars for our present is a noble undertaking. Keep the memories flowing.

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  1. Date: 4/23/2011 5:45:00 PM
    Yes Village life had it's joys. The smallest town I ever lived in was 3000 and I felt that was ideal. Nice to meet you! Light & Love

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  1. Date: 4/22/2011 4:20:00 PM
    @Andrea I know Davenport but not Muscatine...There's something about those small towns that holds on tight. @Constance Ha, you'll have to google it...and look VERY hard for that small little dot!! I don't get back there as often these days, but Mom and Dad still live there in the same I said, time-capsule. Honest and down-to-earth no doubt...special...I hope!

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  1. Date: 4/22/2011 6:42:00 AM
    Well could you send me a map on how to get there, Kevin! Because it sounds like a place my soul wants to be, uncomplicated and serene. You were a lucky small town boy, you traveled the world ,I see, but how odd your special memories are of the village where you grew up, and I bet it made you a very honest and down to earth and special man~~

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  1. Date: 4/21/2011 2:14:00 PM
    Kevin, there is a certain charm to those old fashioned towns. My aunt lived in a small town and I really enjoyed spending some of my summers there. It's very strange how different it all feels when you go back to it after wanting to escape it. I lived in a small city in Iowa, maybe you know Muscatine, near davenport. I wish sometimes now that i had never left because I don't get to see my relatives very much at all anymore!!

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  1. Date: 4/21/2011 10:49:00 AM
    The first paragraph of this blog got cut off...will rewrite when I have more time. Sorry.

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My Past Blog Posts

Kevin's Interview....Part One
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Small Town Boy...
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Who Is This Kevin Guy Anyway???
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