We weren't all born in Brownwood. Whether or not we were born there, or just spent our formative years there, we have found that wherever we go, we encounter somene who knows Brownwood! Someone once introduced me as being from Brownwood, Texas to a group of people in Boston, and within seconds a man asked me if I'd ever eaten at Underwood's. Uh...yes... I've never been anywhere that someone didn't know about my hometown. One time I stopped a man to ask directions at a Greek Orthodox seminary on the East coast. When he responded, I immediately recognized his Texas accent, and within minutes found out he was married to a schoolmate of my daughter from...you guessed it...Brownwood.
No matter whether we were born there, moved there, grew up and left, or stayed there, there's still something fascinating about gathering ourselves back up and being surrounded by the people who shared our youth.
We may be very different from each other, and may have even grown apart. Yet somehow, we understand each other. We speak the same 'language'. We know what it's like to be champions, and we know what it's like to know everyone in town - Even if we DON'T know everyone in town anymore!
That's why I keep going back every five years for our class reunion. It's not fancy, and it's not designed to impress any of us. Being around my oldest friends for an evening or a weekend just always reminds who I am at heart - a small town girl who lives in the city, but still knows where home is.
I'm proud of that.
Mary Beth Groce Smith
Dallas, TX
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