Dear Editor,
Sometimes we need to be reminded how blessed we are to live in a small town with policemen who still serve and protect us.
Blessed to be living in a small town
This was brought home to me very vividly the morning of Friday, May 13. A friend and I were driving down U.S. 1 when we reached First Methodist Church. All at once two city police cars, with lights flashing, swerved around in the road blocking north and southbound traffic.
Everyone began stopping, craning to see the reason. Had a criminal escaped? Was it a car check? What was it? Then two husky policemen jumped out of their police cars and stood waiting. Was it some dignitary? Someone special and important? What?
Then we saw the reason - definitely special and important - about 30 or 40 tiny children with their teachers from Promise Land, going to Burger King for a treat! All the little ones were holding hands, crossing in a path between the two police cars, lights still flashing and all were looking at the two policemen who stood there smiling, and all were amazed that this was all for them.
I was amazed too, and blessed. It was a perfect Norman Rockwell scene. Where else but in a small town would police stop traffic on a federal highway and stand like guardian angels for little children to cross the highway for a treat?
I am so glad I live in a small town and I’m especially glad that I live in Baxley. I thank God for our community and our policemen and policewomen.
And for all those who enjoy Norman Rockwell’s works and yearn for those simpler times, let me just say, “Norman Rockwell’s America is still alive and well in small towns.”
Thank you,
Brenda A. Black
Everyone began stopping, craning to see the reason. Had a criminal escaped? Was it a car check? What was it? Then two husky policemen jumped out of their police cars and stood waiting. Was it some dignitary? Someone special and important? What?
Then we saw the reason - definitely special and important - about 30 or 40 tiny children with their teachers from Promise Land, going to Burger King for a treat! All the little ones were holding hands, crossing in a path between the two police cars, lights still flashing and all were looking at the two policemen who stood there smiling, and all were amazed that this was all for them.
I was amazed too, and blessed. It was a perfect Norman Rockwell scene. Where else but in a small town would police stop traffic on a federal highway and stand like guardian angels for little children to cross the highway for a treat?
I am so glad I live in a small town and I’m especially glad that I live in Baxley. I thank God for our community and our policemen and policewomen.
And for all those who enjoy Norman Rockwell’s works and yearn for those simpler times, let me just say, “Norman Rockwell’s America is still alive and well in small towns.”
Thank you,
Brenda A. Black
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