|Andy in front of our little Pioneer Theater|
in downtown Manteo
Well anyway, one thing about the town I call home, it definitely IS Mayberry. Coming from a family where my dad was one of eight siblings we had a pretty big family when you count all the cousins. It's a place where when I went back to visit and was in town 15 minutes I ran into three people I knew in the tiny grocery store..one of them being my uncle! My husband always teases me that I'm from Mayberry because in the town limits (before I left) there were only about 4 stop lights on the one main road...OH, and of course, Andy Griffith lived down the street...ha ha. My little town was a great place to grow up. It was quiet and definitely moved at a southern pace...something I miss terribly. When I got married I was so ready to get away from the small town drama, but what I didn't know is that there is always 'small town drama' no matter where you live...Only, here in Philly, it's easier to get lost from the drama if you want to.
So anyway, just thinking about our dear Andy Griffith I am reminded of a sweet small town way of life. Where people say hello and lend a helping hand with a smile on their face. Maybe I'm remembering an idealistic small town, maybe it still exists, but either way it is going to move on without Andy. He will be remembered, though. And maybe we would all do well to think about Mayberry and let it continue in our hearts and actions. Treat others with respect and kindness and follow the golden rule "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you". This picture I found on Facebook says it all..."The world needs more 'Mayberry' and a little less 'Jersey Shore'. Amen! Thanks for listening!