Back Home in Indiana
I’ve lived a lot of places and even been around the world since that March day in 1977 when I left my hometown in Southern Indiana. Being a kid at the time, I thought there would be greener pastures in the place we were moving too. It was a real surprise, even as a youngster, when I realized that things would never be quite the same again. There’s not very many places that I’d lived since then that I could say truly felt like home, as when I lived in Indiana.
There were some rough spots I remember while living here. But the good memories far outweigh the bad ones. I wasn’t the most popular at school, and there were times the school bullies targeted me for ridicule, but that’s to be expected anywhere someone lives. I had some great teachers and school administrators that helped me through some of the more difficult times. In spite of some of the negatives, Indiana still has always been my home. The down home temperament of the Hoosier people are second to none. Even if you’re not a member of someone’s family, they still treated you like you were.
Probably the greatest thing I learned while living here is faith in God, and support of family. The church I attended was my lifeline. It also got me through many difficult times. Where I may have suffered occasional rejection at school, I got love and acceptance at church, at least for the most part. That’s where I “honed” in on my musical abilities and learned that I did have talent that would be another outlet in the difficult times.
Fast forward to the year 2008. After having been gone for so many years, here I am, back home in Indiana. My choice to come back home is the longing I'd never lost, to experience the same old Hoosier hospitality that I missed so much. When someone comes back to an area after having been gone for some time, there are always things that change. But most of what I remembered is still pretty much in tact. I got a lump in my throat as I passed the old home place, and a newer, more modern house replaced the house I lived in, but the memories of childhood days gone by can still be felt.
Two weeks before we begin our journey back toward my childhood home in Indiana; I began to meditate on those past memories that have not been thought of for so long. I composed a song that I wish to share with my readers. I believe it will be a blessing to you, and a tribute to a place where love for God and family are still a way of life.
Back Home in Indiana
Back home in Indiana on an old dusty road,
We’d ride in the back of my uncle’s pickup truck singing strong.
We’d sing, “This Land is Your Land”, followed by, “Country Roads”,
We’d sing the hymns we loved so much as we were traveling along.
The sun was shining bright in Indiana,
The memories still run fresh in my mind.
We learned of God and faith in Indiana,
Many joys will be remembered in the good ‘ol days gone by.
In our little country home a few miles outside of town,
We’d go and play and not come back for hours, we were free!
The woods they were our fortress, protecting us from harm,
But we knew that we were loved at home as we come back to reality.
Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong…
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