A Small Town Borrowed

Weeks and weeks of rain and storms.  Every dropless moment  spent dashing to complete some chore before the next torrent began but today there was sun.  A perfect sort of day,  with bright warmth streaming through canopied leaves and cool breeze  rising off the water, a day to take for ourselves and nothing more.

There’s a small town  about 30 minutes away that we enjoy visiting, Eldon Missouri.  Founded in the late 1800’s, it is home to part of the areas  mennonite community and a market we love, Nolt’s Country Market.


Out front, is a greenhouse filled with vibrant hanging baskets, succulents and the most gorgeous homegrown produce.

Inside, the shelves are lined with every home canned vegetable, jam, jelly and preserve imaginable.  Huge bags of homemade pastas, cake & cookie mixes, and tubs of candies beckon and hand stitched aprons line the wall.

The baked goods are fresh and real food, like bread that must be eaten within a few days or it goes moldy, unlike the store bought loaf in my pantry that I’m too afraid to eat.  3 months and counting and it’s as soft as the day I bought it and not a spot of mold!  People, it’s not an epidemic of gluten intolerance that’s making us sick!  It’s eating fake food!


If you’re interested in spices, this place has an entire room dedicated to that alone!  Spices sold in plastic containers for a paltry price.


The ladies behind the counter are busy making sandwiches for the long line of customers and we join them, Clay getting an Italian and myself a turkey on rye.


Taking our fare, we drove through streets lined with small clapboard houses to the city park, already teeming with life and children’s laughter.  Finding a shady bench, we sat and ate our lunch while enjoying the children’s lively play and conversations.  Apparently the boys were all zombies but, as one girl reminded us, zombies aren’t really real.

On each side of the bench stood a “Little Free Library” book box.  I browsed through adult fiction, young adult and children’s books, vowing I’d bring a book next time to share.

As the sun began to drift, I became nostalgic, recalling how wonderful it could be to live in a tiny town.  They remain places where children can play at a neighborhood park without fear, where neighbors are neighborly and everyone knows one another.  I imagined the town, gathering at the steepled church we passed in the center of town, on Sunday mornings and afternoons at the small ball field across the street.  How wonderful it must be to grow up here… live here… die here, in this tiny town and how lovely it was to borrow it for even just one day, for a day spent just for us.



    • Oh it is a spice heaven! The prices were simply amazing too! The containers hold so much more than the small bottles I normally get at the grocery and cost so much less! And the variety was second to none! Boy, do they make an incredible sandwiches too! I could barely wrap my hands around it much less my mouth. Lol
      And, they are so warm, friendly and inviting, always.

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    • I love that little town and want to explore even more of the area. There’s actually a map of all the mennonite stores and bakeries in that area that I want to visit. I buy all my plants there each spring and the produce is the freshest, ripest and biggest, I’ve ever seen! Plus the company, warmth and welcome are always the best feeling of all.

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  1. we live in a small town that has grown into a “city” we are surrounded by 15 to 30 min drives of real small towns I love visiting them, the kids not so much. Our youngest is 14 and soon enough hubz and I can venture off on our own to enjoy all the small towns around. I even joke we will move to one of them soon as this town is getting to busy


  2. What a blessed little place to be able to visit! Everything looks awesome!

    And I agree.. our food is poison. Perks of modern always on the go life.

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  3. Sounds delightful Laura. Also I do agree – so much of the processed foods are loaded with chemicals and preservatives that we have no business ingesting – that’s what makes us sick.

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    • It’s true! I keep that loaf (in horror) in my pantry. This is not really food any longer. Real bread molds, goes stale….thus sandwiches, croutons, French toast were created….it had to be used as quickly as possible but food is meant to be biodegradable right?

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