downtown Garland, Texas
image from garlandchamber.com
Garland in 1960~ a town stitched together with sunlight, screen doors, and shopping in the ‘square’ The air smelt of freshly cut grass and the faint sweetness of Dr Pepper drifting from corner stores where we kids pressed nickels into warm palms and dreamt of comic-book adventures. Main Street moved slow then~ shop windows filled with promise, diners clinking with coffee spoons, the art deco Plaza Theater on Main Street~ its clock stopped as if time had nowhere else to be. Evenings arrived quietly, twilight’s hush settling over the ‘square.’ Crickets played their tiny violins; and porch lights flickered on like small, faithful stars. And in those wide Texas twilights, the world felt safe enough to wander barefoot, to believe in tomorrow, to carry home the quiet certainty that life was good and grace was near.
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