Centerville, “America’s hometown.” Centerville, “Home of the world’s largest square.” Centerville, “You can’t describe it, you just have to go there.” Centerville, “Welcome home.” These are just a few of the brands depicting Centerville that have been documented or suggested over the recent past and present.
Inside my front entryway at my home is a sign greeting guests that reads, “Home is where your story begins.” Graced among framed photos of childhood and family homes, for me personally the inscription pertains to my roots, my family, love, peace, comfort, security, pride and humility.
But on a more encompassing scale, what does Centerville mean to you? What or who brought you here? What attracted you to come here and make this your home? What has changed over the years? What defines Centerville to you? In other words, let’s share some stories as to why you call Centerville home. Let me begin…
I moved here in 1972 as a single mom to live close to my job. As a stranger to a foreign community, my focus was on working and raising my son, but he required child-care, so I sought the best fit for all. Even though the providers have long-since left this community, we still remain friends! This to me was critical as to why I chose to make Centerville my home…the relationship and the eternal bond that was formed out of an essential need. Centerville was becoming my friend.
It wasn’t until 1975 and a new job in the downtown retail district that I began to participate in the “fun stuff”! I fell in love with Pancake Day! Of course, I had just met my late husband and his family that summer, so things were beginning to look up for my son and me as well. Married in 1976 and a new son and home in 1977, our blended family was taking root.