It’s been far too long since I’ve posted here – again.
In the midst of the chaotic aftermath of the 2016 Presidential election, I find myself thinking once more of life at Table Rock and it occurs to me that my decision for the domain name I chose for this site may have been somewhat prophetic. I always thought it was kinda’ cool, but today, I’m thinking that there’s more to the name than
“Table Rock was us.” The fact is, “Table Rock was U.S.”
For those who don’t get it, Table Rock, to me, was a microcosm of what America used to be. It was a melting pot. It brought people of various ethnicity, religious beliefs and backgrounds together and gave us a unique opportunity to learn from each other and celebrate both our similarities and differences. We had a common goal: the security and strength of our community.
It was far from a Utopian society. Put 50 families in close proximity to one another, far from everything else and you’re going to have your share of problems. People are fallible. We learned from our mistakes, with various levels of repercussion. We made and lost friends. We did all those things that people do to each other, but we found ways to make it work.
Through it all, we had a community that could come together when it was called for. We helped support our children. We pitched in to help with projects. We learned to treat wounds and save lives. We not only survived extreme winters, we found ways to make then fun. Meanwhile, those of us that were employees took our jobs seriously and “brought home the bacon” in more ways than one. (Table Rockers will understand.) We counted on our families and the community to keep the home fires burning.
Our common goals were more important than our petty differences. Yes, there were times when we trod on each other, sometimes in inexcusable ways. Through it all, we didn’t shoot each other, we didn’t interfere with each others’ beliefs and we did what needed to be done. There were more good times than bad, and man, did we know how to party as a community.
Oh, and that community security I mentioned? Some Table Rockers will remember the night it was reported that some escaped convicts might be headed our way. I can tell you that those individuals will never know how fortunate they were to have never wandered in. On the other side of the coin, we met and chatted with curious travelers and gave stranded motorists lodging and help regularly. Our borders were open, but marked and protected.
I miss the USA that Table Rock mirrored. The one in which standing up for yourself and for others came naturally. The one where we knuckled down and made a good life with what we had. The one where our children learned to be strong and kind. The one that made me and others like me.