The Great Neels always waxes lyrical on the subject of Village Life. Araminta Euphemia Dawlish Spencer Darling would much rather live in a teeny tiny, itty bitty village than London. One village store that doubles as the post office is the only day to day shopping experience she needs. Of course the village will also boast a Norman-style church (with attached graveyard), a pub, a school, village green and perhaps a garage (where cars may be hired).
While on vacation last week, we stayed with my sister-in-law in the small town of Byron, Wyoming (population: 500+). I imagine Byron is larger than a typical Neels village - but in spite of that, it doesn't have all the amenities. Along the main street (which also doubles as a well-known speed trap, but hey, Frankie (the policeman) has to pay his salary one way or another), there is a tavern, a high school and a Mormon church (which sounds like the beginning of a joke). A block or two away is a nice park, and just a little way out of town is the nicest, most well-cared for plot of ground in the area. What is it? The cemetery. Yes, Byron has a lovely cemetery. Did you notice the lack of gas station and grocery store? Yeah...sorry sis, but Byron is not my idea of a great retirement spot.
|Betty Marcy in front of the Meeteetse Bank (museum).|
Our favorite small town was Greybull, Wyoming. It was a little larger (1,800+) - practically a market town - but it still had a ton of character. My favorite stop was the museum. It was roughly 20 feet by 20 feet - and packed with local treasures. Betty Marcy and I giggled a lot as we perused the displays...but I promise that our giggles were of delight not derision. Here's a sampling of the wonders therein:
|Dolls with handmade costumes...|
|...just SOME of the salt and pepper shakers donated by one lady...|
|...a German helmet (from The War)...|
|...local soil samples...|
|...the natural history portion of the museum included fossils...|
|...I'm pretty sure the bright plastic dinosaurs aren't actually fossils...|