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Originally Posted by MichelleB12
I grew up in the Brownwood area (actually even more rural) and my only advice: get a boat and head to the lake.
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That's apparently what my mom did for all her teen years. She grew up there, my Grandma grew up there, everyone was delivered by the same doctor for several generations!
My great great Aunt (deceased), lived there too and she was (gasp) a
LESBIAN! Shhhhh! Everyone in the family still pretty much insists she just "didnt' like men" and had a "roommate" for a very long time.

I cannot imagine living there in the 20's, considering!
Anyway, we used to go to B'wood to visit my mom's G-Aunt who helped raise her. Occasionally for family reunions and to visit the cemetary. Lots of family all lived and died there. I loved running out the screen door into the back yard of her old house with it's screened in front porch, hardwood floors, old quilts on the bed, and antique pedal sewing machine still in daily use. Down the street was the old Five & Dime where my mom used to get milkshakes or root beer floats or somesuch. Her stories of growing up there always conjured up idyllic '50's sock hop images for me when I was 9 or 10.

Even her stories of it being "dry" and she and her friends having to sneak around to go get beer in another county.
There was a back alley with blackberries to pick, and an old water spigot in the back yard, and chickens... oh and an old antique Ford in the separate garage.
After she died, other family sold her house. We used to visit one of my mom's high school friends on his ranch near Brownwood, go to the tank and row around in the rowboat or fish, sit on the porch and watch the stars, the deer, and take in the silence and the huge Texas sky.
However, I could never stand more than a week of that!!

Then it was back to "the city" for me, post haste! I'm from San Antonio for most of my life, which some argue is just a huge small town, but compared to Brownwood it might as well be NYC.

I grew up in a relatively small town, moved away when I was 13, and vowed never to do that again. To each their own!
I bought a house very much like my GG Aunt's old house, except it's 2 miles from downtown SA.
Hang in there... small town life is hard if you're not used to it but it seems you're making the best of things!