America’s Hometown

I am thinking today of the place where I grew up, the place where I was born, saved, educated, married, and where my parents still live today: Plymouth, Massachusetts.

Although I don’t have any desire to return there long-term, there’s a lot of things I love about the area. Boston, for one. What history buff wouldn’t love good ‘ole Beantown? And then there’s the sports… Pats, Red Sox, Bruins, Celtics… Green Monstah, anyone? And then, there’s the ocean. I grew up literally ten minutes from the harbors of the Atlantic Ocean. Not really “beaches” where we could go swimming and sunbathing, but the real harbors with rocky shores and lots of boats in the water. Of course, I’m used to seeing the Mayflower there. And Plymouth Rock. {And Plimouth Plantation isn’t that far away either.} And then there’s the cranberry bogs… one of those things you just have to see for yourself. I was blessed to grow up in the same house from the day I was born until the day I officially moved out on my own, so there’s lots of other little places and things, that I grew up with year after year, that I have fond memories of.

Do you have fond memories of your childhood hometown? What are you thankful for from those years? Places, regions, histories, etc. Do share!

211. Boston
212. Cole’s Hill
213. Early American history
214. Ocean harbors
215. Cranberry bogs
216. Ocean State Job Lot
217. Friendly’s
218. Papa Gino’s
219. All American Diner
220. Cordage Park

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