delta, utah

thought i'd give a little info abt my current hometown. but to really appreciate it, i have to backtrack....
born and raised in maplewood, new jersey i was exposed to all kinds of people from an early age. i really believe that nj is the melting pot of the melting pot, so friends and family were from different cultures, religions, etc. i "transitioned" to where i am now...if i had gone from jersey to delta i'd have hopped out. but like cooking a frog, things have to move gradually... on to byu in provo in 1985, then a jaunt to ricks college in rexburg, idaho, waynesboro, virginia, then folsom, california, colorado springs, colorado, soldotna, alaska, and down to logan utah. each of these places were home and wonderfully accepting and enlightening. most recently was north logan. i lived in the ideal location....(in fact, the home is still available for any potential buyers! :) )...walking distance to library, post office, grocery store, church, schools, bus stop, grandparents, etc. i loved, loved, LOVED the mobility we all had living in that house. and i was ACTIVE... active in the PTO, CERT organization, teaching at Red Cross, a webelos leader in the boy scouting program, involved in my church with various callings, even had a dating club for 16 yr olds and up.... but still, i could go to the walmart just a few blocks away and not see a dang person that i knew!! :(    enter eric:  every trip to delta we would go "somewhere"....quality grocery store, bank, SOMEWHERE...and allllways SOMEone would call out "ERIC!! HOW ARE YOU?"  ???? REALLY???? i knew i wanted to live here. everyone recognizing you and welcoming you and TALKING to you. contrast w/jersey...if you were walking down the street and came across someone walking towards you, you crossed paths looking at your feet. unless you were in a swimming suit and it was a perverted foreigner, then YOU looked at your feet and he catcalled and looked wherever perverts eyeballs don't belong...but i digress... :(     delta is a small town w/the benefits of friendliness only discovered in the crevices of american small towns. :)

however, along w/the friendliness, i would be remiss to leave out the fact that gossip spreads faster in smaller towns. and when the measles hit our family, imagine my surprise when i called the hospital and sd, "my husband has the measles.." and was interrupted w/ "ERIC?" i nearly swallowed my tongue! "HOW DID YOU KNOW?"  her curt response: "EVERYONE IN THE COUNTY KNOWS". wow. welcome to delta.

but it's good. it's very good. i thought when i moved here that i would never be able to go to the grocery store w/out putting on makeup, but i don't think that's the case anymore. since it tends to be windy and the air is so dirty (we live in the desert, mind you...not a lot of greenery to filter the sand and dirt), my hair is bushy and cotton candy-ish and covers my face most of the time. i probably look like a neanderthal as i bike ride around the community. no rumors have come back to me, so i'll keep on  keepin' on.... :)