Kincaid, A Small Place, creative assignment
If you come here, you will, as you have expected, find that we are indeed simple. You are probably here for leisure, maybe on a field trip, but probably on a small vacation… yes, vacation. Maybe you are here because of the town’s history. Maybe because you hate living in the city. Nonetheless, you are here to step away from your normal routine. So, you have chosen my town as your own personal getaway for whatever messed up reason you might have. You wanted something quaint, something that’s not the normal Myrtle Beach, or Panama City, or if you’re lucky, Jamaica. No beaches today; you’ve tired out of those from the past summer. Besides, it’s autumn. Who would go to a beach in the middle of autumn? You want to embrace this season and find some place that is the epitome of an autumn postcard. Some place with multicolored leaves, lakes, ponds, streams, mountains… mountains. I want to get away… into the mountains, you think. It’s quiet but vivid, full of nice people, full of history, but at the same time simple. Nice and simple.
Plus, it is a low cost vacation. It is a place with genuine people; not a place like the city, where people pick-pocket you for every penny that you have. Not that you don’t have money to spare. However, this is your second, third, or forth vacation this year and you do need to save money for that additional Colorado trip that you plan to take this winter.
Some of the locals here don’t even have money for one vacation. They are not successful business people like yourself. They might be involved in a business or have a business, but here the economy is not booming like the hustling and bustling city. This town has a college, but even so, many residents still have not attended college. You imagine that they envy you, with your successful lifestyle, not significantly tied down to a family at home. They just try to make ends meet. You come to the town to throw your money in the air for a trip that you don’t really need! But, you work hard, right? Of course you do. In fact, your back seems rather stiff from being cooped up in that office for what seems like forever. You make a note to yourself to see the local spa while you’re here, when you look out of the window of the nice town car that you are driving. You notice the college…
It has a nice, big, golden dome. But, is that real gold, or something else? As you learn, it is indeed real gold! How odd, you think. Then you remember the history, part of what drew you to this small place. Small Town, Georgia: part of the first gold rush in America. Sure, our history is “neat,” but are we, the locals, actually grateful for this cultural enrichment? Maybe when the annual Gold Rush festival comes around (it’s our own version of county fair). But for the rest of year, we locals barely recognize it. You see, we just want a place to linger around on the weekends (other than the notorious Wal-Mart). A bowling alley would be nice, or a skating rink, or maybe a movie theatre that actual plays the latest movie. But that’s out of the question; it might distract from tourism, i.e. the economy. That’s at least what I’ve been told. But if tourism is such a big revenue, then why do locals constantly need more money? Perhaps because they are trying to keep up with you, the wealthy tourist.
So you get the idea that this town is small and simple. However, you will never know what it means to the individuals here. Most grew up here. Those that grew up here find that they can never leave because of their nagging families, or their inhibitions of trying something new. This town is our routine. It’s beautiful, but we don’t realize it. Leaf season isn’t magical; it’s annoying. We wish tourists would scat so that we could have this town to ourselves. Let us live our daily routines in peace. You tourists think it’s cute; we locals just see it as a small place.