I live in a small town. It used to be mostly retired folks but over the last few years, a lot of younger people are moving in. It’s a cool mix of traditional, old-fashioned with just enough funk.
I don’t mean the funk in the local pub bathroom, or funky stuff like the scary lady snowman outside the beauty salon with the corncob nose and real human hair glued to its head.
I mean funky random things like the mysterious person who decorates trees along the walking trail with tinsel and ornaments and knitted decorations made out of toilet paper rolls. This year there was even a wreath.
And this, the local elementary school which is built on the original site of the Gallow’s hill (yeah, where they hung criminals) and is located next to the the town cemetery.
And this beauty which is the local haunted house. Yes it’s pink but check out those turrets. Plus it’s sinking into the ground very slowly and surely, and it just screams to have a story written about it.
For some reason my computer won’t let me upload a picture of my favorite tombstone epitaph (which was pointed out to me by my mother who in true British fashion noticed it first). It depicts a stylized farmhouse with rolling hills and cows and underneath it says “Please Pass the Butter”. I can’t think of anything more appropriate (or funky).
Hoping all of you have a happy holiday!
Awh that’s awesome! I love it when hometowns have personality. 🙂 thanks for sharing