I Was Born In a Small Town, Grew Up In a Small Town


It has been a tough week for my small, hometown of Louisville, Mississippi and the surrounding areas. This time last week, none of us dreamed of the devastation and destruction that would take place…This time last week, high school seniors were preparing for their final days of school, athletic banquets were being planned, a child was committing his life to the Lord, a daycare worker was resting up so she could tend to her beloved children, and doctors were taking care of their patients inside the county hospital. It was all the usual and the normal…this time last week.

  But…there is a silver lining…there is hope for a better future…a brighter future…because my hometown…my small town…those small, rural communities…came together…worked together…help flooded in from all around…near and far…to lend a hand…to prepare meals, to deliver supplies…to help make way for a better, brighter future. No tornado will rob us of our Southern hospitality…of our love for one another…NOPE. Stay Strong, Winston County.

Before I just start uncontrollably crying…again…Let us turn our attention to someone who explains growing up and loving a small town…and who does that better than John Mellencamp! *SIDE NOTE* The following pictures are from a photo shoot at my Gran’s house. She lives on the outskirts of Louisville…and on the outskirts of Noxapater…This blog is dedicated to all small towns and communities. God Bless Small Towns!


Small Town

by: John Mellencamp

Well, I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Prob’ly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities

All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity


Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic that’s me

But I’ve seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town
Now, she’s small town just like me

No, I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be

Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look who’s in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and that’s good enough for me


Well, I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And that’s prob’ly where they’ll bury me


Stay Fabulous,

Abby Hathorn



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