Home Is
Where the Heart Is
There is a
saying by Naval Captain Pliny the Elder, “Home is where the heart is…”, but
what if your heart is in several places?
Are all of those places home? I
tend to believe so because home is with the people you love presently, but can also be where you grew up and where your childhood friends are. We always tend to remember our childhood home
and the memories that helped to shape us into what we are today.
A piece of my
heart calls Ulysses, Kansas, home. This
is the small rural, out in the middle of nowhere town in the very southwestern corner of Kansas where I was born and
raised. It’s where I went through 13
years (K-12) of school with most of the same friends. It’s the place and people that helped shape
and mold me into who I am today.
It’s the
place where you could ride your bike clear across town and your parents didn’t
worry. It’s where we made our own fun
and let our imaginations rule by playing outside until it was dark, and it was way
before the days of cell phones, video games, and the Internet.
It’s where I
met my most cherished, best, and lifelong friend in the whole world. It’s where I decided I wanted to be a teacher
because of the influence of the teachers in my life.
It’s where once a Ulysses Tiger,
always a Ulysses Tiger. It’s where you
chant, “We’re from Ulysses couldn’t be prouder.
If you can’t hear us, we’ll yell a little louder,” and “Give me a T…give
me an I…give me a G…give me an E…give me an R…give me an S. What’s that spell? TIGERS!”
With those chants comes the sense of pride that only growing up in that
small rural community can give.
It’s where I epically
failed to ever learn to drive a stick shift, but learned to drive an automatic on
muddy, dirt roads with wheat, milo, or corn growing on either side of the
ditch. It’s where I spent quality time
riding in the tandem truck with my dad and brothers on a cold Saturday in
October during sugar beet harvest. I
didn’t see them often during harvest time so it was a treat for me to ride with
them to the dump to unload the sugar beets.
It’s where I attended church every Sunday with my family… and friends
that became family.
It’s where I
always returned after spreading my wings and leaving the nest. It’s where I still return to because I have
family there and my parents and oldest brother are buried there. It’s where a piece of my heart is and always
will be. It’s HOME!
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