So you married a boy from a small town

That's my husband. I'm going to ball park his age at about 7 or 8. He still makes that face at me. Whose the blonde kid? I believe that's my brother in law Jake. He grew up in an itty bitty town. It's just wee tiny. By strict definition I don't think it actually qualifies as a town. He says it's a village...I say shire...we don't meet eye to eye on that.

Here's a little perspective on how small the town is. His graduating class has 15 people in it. Population is about 200 and the class of 2010 that just graduated had 7 kids in it (my other brother in law being one of them.) Oh in case you were wondering, grad still took 2 hours. He lived in the same house his entire life. He went to school with the same 15 kids for 13 years. People he went to kindergarten with were at our wedding.

Just for contrast I'm a city kid. I've lived in several major cities in Canada and one in England. I attended 2 different elementary schools and 2 different high schools. The smallest city I've ever lived in had a population of 43000 and it drove me batty.

If you're like me and married a boy from a small town I'm sure you can relate to some of the things I'm about to say. These are things you only learn if you marry a boy who gets mad when you refer to his hometown as being "in the middle of Boobsweat Nowhere."

1. He knows everyone within a 100 km radius. No really he does. They're like beach sand, these small town people your husband knows get EVERYWHERE. Case in point, we were in Newfoundland (aka the ends of the earth) for Christmas 2006. We attended a German Department student mixer with my parents (My dad is the department head, he likes stopping by these things.) My dad introduced my husband to someone from within that magical 100km radius around his hometown. Turns out he reffed his guy in hockey. Go figure! Another case in point, recent roller derby bout. After the event I approached the av booth where John was. He is our all might scoreboard guy. He was chatting with someone. I heard a name I recognized. Turns out they played hockey together for YEARS and he was there with his wife. Who skates for another league in my province but was helping us by being one of our stats people. Huh. Mind you this also brings up the fact he will have played hockey with most boys his age within a 100 km radius and refereed most kids a few years younger than him within a 100km radius.

2. People from said hometown will assume you know who they are. I have NO idea how many times I've had people approach me and said, "Oh you're Johnathan's wife!" and then proceed to chat for a while. I'm a polite person and I smile and nod a lot. But I have no idea who this person is. I've gone home and said, "Someone from your hometown says idea who it is though." Then he starts asking me about people they mentioned hoping to narrow that I'm going to remember.

3. The notion of store bought bread is foreign to him. Growing up on a farm and being the oldest of 5 meant his mother made A LOT of bread. So when we got married and brought home bread when I went grocery shopping he looked at me funny. Not that he had NEVER had store bought bread before he just rarely had it. He declared immediately it tasted weird. Now, if you know me in real life you'll know the only kind of bread I can rock is pita bread. Other breads turn out like bricks rather than light pillows of bready wonderfulness. It's taken me 4 years to find a store bought bread he will eat without claiming it tastes weird. Do keep in mind I was raised on good German bakery bread. Wonderbread never crossed the threshold of my families home.

4. Animals don't equal pets. This has been a bit a battle for us. I grew up with pets. I had cats (3 to be exact, one of whom is still alive) fish and two hamsters. John had several farm dogs and lots of barn cats but nothing he would EVER qualify as a pet. He really liked one dog they had named Patches but he still wouldn't call her a pet. She was a farm dog. Though according to family lore the reason they got a dog in the first place was because. John liked to wander as a child...a lot. So they got a dog to follow him around. When they needed to know the direction on the property John gone they would call the dog, it would come running and they knew vaguely where he was. So when I wanted to get a pet he just didn't get why we needed one. Then we met Dylan...and Dylan picked us. Then again, John still doesn't see Dylan as a pet. Dylan is a cat (no kidding) that happens to live with us. Whatever.

5. Just because he grew up in a small town doesn't mean he wants to live in one or move back to his. This actually surprised me a little bit. I knew from the beginning, getting involved with a small town boy might mean living the rest of my life in a small town. This scared me. But for John the phrase is true, "you can never go home again." That is no longer where his life is. He loved growing up in a small town but doesn't want to raise children (if we have them) in a small town. He says he's experience to much to ever go back. His family is still there so we visit often but the one time I mentioned if we would ever live there. He laughed at me. So I think that answers my question.

Interesting side note: another thing, just because he was 1 of 5 doesn't mean he wants a big family. Popular misconception I'm told.

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  1. that's funny. I married a small town farm boy and some day I can see him wanting to move back. and Yes everyone knows who I am. lol. So now Donate something!

  2. We moved to a small town in the first years of our marriage. Within weeks the video/ice-cream/burger store clerk knew all about the new building my inlaws had built in a town 45kms away!
    ~auntie elfe

  3. He's right, you really can't go back least not if you've grown up at all since high school.


  4. Oh small towns. I relate!

  5. Why would one even want to go back. Here and now is way too interesting.


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