My husband teases me and doesn’t seem to quite understand how a song can bring back so many strong memories, but I know I am not the only one to whom this happens. When those first few beats of a dear song start playing on the radio, I am instantly taken back in time. This just happened. As I sit at the kitchen table correcting tests, Tom Petty’s “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” started playing. This song will forever and always remind me of my friend Andy. When I was a sophomore in high school, I borrowed (I am using the term borrowed quite loosely here) my mom’s car and went to the neighboring town to see some friends. As I was cruising around with Tom Petty blasting from the radio, Andy literally hopped through the window to join me. He entered the Bonneville just in time to belt out “Oh my my, oh hell yes, honey put on that party dress” right on cue. It is one of those memories that puts a smile on my face and makes me so glad to have remained good friends with Andy after all of these years.
One of the things Andy and I have in common is that we are both very sentimental. Neither one of us likes change. We treasure most things traditional: church services, Christmas programs, classic country music, etc. Over the last few years, I moved away; then last year, our friend Reid moved away, too. Now, next year my parents are moving. Home will no longer be Lyons, SD. This means that on holidays and summer vacations it will no longer be a few minute car ride to hang out with my friends, like Andy. My parents are very open, welcoming, loving people. Three of my closest friends, Alicia, Reid, and Andy, spent a lot of time in Lyons, SD, at the Iseminger home. It is going to be so strange not having that any more. Growing up has its perks, but sometimes I struggle to adjust to the many changes. Although my parents will no longer live in the same house or in the same town, Lyons will always be “home.” I am going to have to disagree with Tom Petty, because I am not “tired of this town.”
The Displaced City Girl