Small-town generosity

We are overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity extended to us by our community, friends and family. Thank you does not seem like enough.

To the Republic Lions Club, thank you for the chicken barbecue benefit. We really appreciate the members giving up their time.

To the Scipio-Republic Volunteer Fire Department, thank you for partnering with the Republic Lions Club and sponsoring the 50/50 drawing.

This community has supported us so much over the last few years. Please know we are truly grateful for all you have done. There is nothing quite like living in a small town.

The following poem truly captures the feeling of life in a small town like Republic.

In Praise of Small Towns

A Wonderful Life

by Donna S. Michener

In a small town you know people you’d never meet in a city, and you know them well. You see someone in church and meet them again at the bank. You discover you have friends in common. You borrow eggs or a cup of sugar from your neighbor. You hope your daughter gets a crush on a friend’s son, in a few years, of course! It’s easy to think long term in a small town.

Our town has town meetings, and a Memorial Day parade that ends with a touching ceremony at the cemetery. It has a post office where people meet when they pick up their mail. There is a Christmas parade, with Santa Claus riding on the fire engine and visiting with treats for all the little “believers.”

Small towns rally behind residents in need. Spaghetti suppers, fish fries and sometimes auctions of donated items are fundraising events to help with major medical expenses. The loss of a parent triggers compassion and generosity for bereaved children.

Small towns demand commitment and time. If you miss the town council meeting, you will be unaware of the rate increase on the water or electric until your bills arrive. If you skip the summer street fair, who will help fry the hamburgers in your organization’s stand? These are not life-altering responsibilities, but they are the glue that hold a community together. … You feel needed!

the Trott family,