My name is Julia Hersey Gibbs. I live in a small town known as Grover's Corners, New Hampshire, just across the Massachusetts line. I was born here. I grew up in this town with my family, the Herseys, and nothings changed much. Mainstreet, the railway station, the church, Mr Morgan set up a drugstore near the grocery store, but not much else has changed. And the families are all the same around here, have been for years now, the Gibbs, the Herseys, the Grovers, and the Cartwrights. no one really comes or goes that often. Everyone is pretty content with where they are.
When I got older, my parents arranged my marriage to Frank Gibbs. A young man I had never seen before in my life. I was terrified, but no matter how much I hated the wedding, I knew it was the right thing. People ain't suppose to be lonely, it ain't natural. Plus, Frank is kind and I grew to love him. Mr. Gibbs became a Dr. and works very hard at his job. And we have two beautiful children: my son George and my daughter Rebecca. George was a baseball star, but gave it up when he married his sweetheart, Emily Webb, from next door. The Webbs are good people. Myrtle Webb is practically one of my best friends. I was there when her son, Wally, passed away. I died from pneumonia, and I missed my family, but slowly everything began to fade away. George and Emily gave me two grandchildren before Emily died too, in childbirth. When she arrived here she was upset too, and I tried to put myself in her shoes and remember what it was like. I tried to share the small amount of wisdom that I have been lucky enough to receive.
When i was alive, I wanted nothing more than to leave Grover's Corners. I wanted to visit Paris. I wanted adventure, to be in a country where they don't even speak English and don't want to, but the doc wouldn't have any of it. To me, life should be lived while we have it. Grover's Corners is too small compared to the world of possibilities that await. I never made it to Paris because my life was too short, so I left my legacy money to George and Emily when I died. Hopefully they can truly live with it. But no matter how much I wanted adventure, I know my role as a wife, mother, and home maker. Traveling to Paris, a wild dream. What truly matters is family. I would do anything for my family, anything for my hard working husband and loving children.
Even my extended family like Emily and the Webbs. Adventure is fun, but it is nothing without family to share it with.
As time goes on I know that I will forget more and more about my life. I don't know why, maybe it's just easier that way. One day Frank will join me here and so will Rebecca and George and Myrtle and Mr. Webb, and the next generation of Gibbes, Webbs, and Herseys will live out their lives in our small town. Maybe they will grow the town. I hope that they remember to enjoy themselves when they can. I hope George spends time with those babies everyday and remind them of how sweet their mother was. I hope Frank will get to retire eventually, or at least take a few days off, maybe take a trip to Paris and think of me. and poor Myrtle, I hope she doesn't shut down completely, haveing lost both her babies. In the future I bet nothing much will change with our town, but there is hope that people might grow and pass on their wisdom to the future generation. The bit of wisdom that I have for y'all is this: live life to the fullest. Take the adventure when opportunity knocks. Spend time with your family while they are here. Life is short so enjoy it.