My hometown is Menomonie, WI. The town is small and consists of about 14,000 in population. I remember, while growing up, my sister and I use to love playing outside; we would run around the house, climbed the tree in the backyard, and roller blade around the block. In Menomonie, there's not much, but a few things to do and see. There is a small waterpark to bring families and friends for a swim, game of volleyball, and picnic. There's also a small recreational park for people to go skateboard, bike, play basketball. Menomonie is also a great place for fishing; There's panfish, catfish, walleye, sucker fish, bass and plenty more different fishes you can
The Village of Skokie v. National Socialist Party of America The National Socialist Party, a Nazi group lead by Frank Collin, proposed a march, in full uniform, to be held on May 1, 1977 through the Village of Skokie near Chicago, Illinois. Skokie was the home of thousands of Jewish Holocaust survivors. Shocked by the announcement, the survivors rose in protest against the march (Downs book cover flap). The controversial march that was planned to take place right in the middle of town would clearly have caused problems. If trouble was pretty much guaranteed in Skokie on the day of the march, then should the US Supreme Court have let the Nazis keep their plan to march through Skokie?
Hoovervilles were small towns that were built by homeless people during the Great Depression. They were built with any scrap material that they could find. Hooverville houses were very small and lacked a lot. An entire family would live in one small hut or tent. Most Hoovervilles were next to soup kitchens to get food.
I grew up in Hemet, California in a neighborhood filled with friends that I grew up with. I remembered a lot about my home that I grew up in mostly because I remember details better than most people. I may remember details, but I love looking back on memories I had with my family and friends.
Washington D.C: Our Nation’s Capital Although the entire world is familiar with the City of Washington as the United State’s capital, the city was nonexistent when we became a nation in 1789. Thanks to the brilliant design of the French born engineer, Pierre Charles L’Enfant and his assistants Benjamin Banneker and Andrew Ellicot, our capital city that was once a swamp now is beautiful with many different parks, gardens trees, tall buildings and wide avenues. Washington, District of Columbia named after Christopher Columbus, has played a unique role in the wars of our nation and has been dramatically affected by their awesome events.
“The Only Waunakee In The World” Is what they say about the small unknown town. Everytime someone asks where we live all we say is just outside of Madison, but not many people know all of the history this town holds. Trains and Farming, If you dig below the surface you can really find some interesting facts about this wonderful town.
Nestled deep within the Berkshire Mountains rests the small town of Westfield, Massachusetts. Every morning, a light, tepid fog settles among the quiet streets, devising a peaceful and calm atmosphere. Light winds gently brisk through the many oak trees, swaying the branches back and forth. From afar, the tall mountains border the limits of Westfield, forming a panorama of natural landscape. Fortunately, I was able to call the town of Westfield my home for many years. However, the town serves as more than a source of scenery. Westfield, Massachusetts, has profound personal importance as it portrays the majority of my lifetime. In fact, residing in Westfield has positively impacted my life as a result of the particular climate, historic motif, and community entrenched within the town.
Growing up in a small town provides you with a close knit community which can be a good or bad thing when you think about it. Growing up, everyone knows everyone and we all attend the same school from elementary all the way up to high school. Although this has provided me with some close friendships, it has limited my viewpoints on other things and it has no allowed me to spread my wings and discover myself.
I was a very active kid with activities like tumbling, soccer, tap, jazz, and swimming. My brother and I also liked to play out on the driveway or in the yard as often as we could. Our house in Lafayette had a basketball hoop, a very climbable cherry tree in the front yard, two sheds in the back, a playground, and the neighborhood pool down the street. We were always doing something active like soccer, riding our bikes, or swimming.
I live in Mermentau Louisiana. It's a small town on the side of a highway, with two stores, one restaurant and a small school. Everyone knows everyone which means everyone also knows everyone's business. There’s not much to do and there’s
I grew up in a little house in the big woods. A log cabin, one room, with a cozy cellar and an attic filled with herbs, garden vegetables, and jams.
I’ve finally made it. When you first land here the immediate difference is all around you whizzing around you creating a sense of life. It 's a sense that you rarely have in a small town it 's bigger I can’t quite obtain a hold of it. It moves fast all through the night and during the day. It peaks in all of my senses to create a brand new sense of the life of the city.
Each one of us have a special place that we like to call home. For me home is not only the place where I currently live. Home is where I made my most important memories both good and bad, where I have no regrets, and the place that I have to look back to every time I need to remember who I am. My hometown for me is not only the place where I was born and raised, it is the place where my story begin, the place that made me who I am, and perhaps the place that defines who I will become. As stated before, the place I call home is the place where I made the most important memories in my life. Nonetheless, other factors like people, certain places, situations, and historical events make up those memories. Therefore, all those other factors together make up what I define as home.
My grandparents’ farm house in the little town of Beechwood, Wisconsin was a very special place to me. I spent most of my childhood at that house and created many memories there as well. Every Sunday, my family and I would go to 9:30 church service, then after hurry to my grandparents’ house for the lunch awaiting us; salty mashed potatoes, corn and a different meat every time. Every week I would look forward to lunch after church at the farm house.
My favorite place as a child was County Park Lake. When we had family picnics because we all got together and there was great food and kids playing and the adults playing horse-shoes and could tell there was love for one another. There was no other place like this when I was a child. Some of my fondest memories was at that picnic site we should all have memories likes those.
The place that I visited was New York City over the summer about three years ago. My mom and I stayed with my aunt who lives in Poughkeepsie, which is about thirty minutes outside of New York City. Poughkeepsie is a small town that you find outside of a big city, it was a small family owned shops that consisted of knick knacks and second-hand stores. My mom and I got in on a late Friday night so we didn 't go out to see the town and instead headed to bed.