| February 12, 2005 - Crapperton, we adore thee |
| Dear Friends, it's time for another CRAPPERTON tale. For those of you new to my website, CRAPPERTON was the dumpy little town where I attended high school. I've written quite a bit about the place in some of my other journal entries, so you might want to take a look at them Anyway, I had completely forgotten that the CRAPPERTON newspaper, "The CRAPPERTON Crapsheet" was on-line and that they had a guestbook that readers could sign. I've looked at their guestbook in the past, but for some reason they've now deleted most of their old entries and only have a handful of comments. However, I noticed that all of the entries tend to praise CRAPPERTON (for what, I don't know unless it's the town's crapulosity). The entries are all from people who grew up there and moved away or from people who briefly visited relatives there. Not a single one that I read has ever been from someone who moved there and then moved away, like myself. A typical guestbook entry might run like this: "I growed up in CRAPPERTON when I was born. We lived in a house up the rode from the Furst Baptist Church where I sung in the kwire every Sunday while waiting for my mamma to have Sunday dinner ready with biskits and all the trimmings. Now i live now in Santa Fe now, but my heart is still back in CRAPPERTON and my memmories of my kwire days at the Church where we all new that Jesus was Our Lord and Savior and He Blessed CRAPPERTON in so many ways I come there every year to see famly they are so Blessed to live in CRAPPERTON. I wish I did to." People who have visited generally will write something like, "I have relatives in CRAPPERTON and have enjoyed my occasional visits there. The people are very friendly. Congratulations on posting your newspaper on-line." If those visitors only knew, Dear Friends! I suggest they spend a few months there and they'll think differently. One of the guestbook entries once was from a high school student in Germany who was being sent to CRAPPERTON as an exchange student. He was writing to ask people to send him information about the place. Dear Friends, I wanted sooooo much to write to him and say in impeccable German, "I hope it's not too late for you to find another place! You will regret the day you ever set foot in CRAPPERTON!" Speaking of which, I found the website of a young woman who was a medical student and had done some sort of rotation in CRAPPERTON. While she didn't speak vilely of the place, her entries make it clear that she thought it was full of fast food joints and nothing else. Every time she had a few days off, she dreaded driving back to CRAPPERTON at the end, and, in fact, began spending most of her nights away in another town with her boyfriend. She lamented several times that she was afraid people would find her journal boring because there was never anything to do in CRAPPERTON. And she also complained of being lonely; so much for the friendly folk of CRAPPERTON. I can assure you, dear Friends, they are a hostile bunch to anyone who doesn't have a family history there. Under Yahoo's filing system for topics and categories I once found a message board for CRAPPERTON. I've not been able to find it again in spite of various search parameters, so I think it doesn't exist any longer. But I remember one entry that read something like this, "The Lord has moved me to establish a church in CRAPPERTON. Can anyone tell me if there is churches in CRAPPERTON and what their are like? I want to bring the Lord to CRAPPERTON." What a hoot! The last thing CRAPPERTON needs is another church. As I've mentioned in another journal entry, CRAPPERTON has more churches than the size of the population warrants. I'd be more interested in inviting someone to CRAPPERTON who had a gigantic bulldozer and planned to demolish the place. The great and powerful JOHNNYLEEN has spoken! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |