My Memories of Haigler

By Viola (Schmutte) Pearson

Haigler, Nebraska, 1986

Not long ago I heard someone on T.V. say that once you leave home at an age when it is time to be out on your own, that it is never quite the same when you go back home, that you can’t really go home again. Well, in a way, I wouldn’t know for I have always been home. With the exception of a few short terms, Haigler has always been home to me.

I was born in the little white house on the corner and my brother Voland was also born there.

OUR TOWN: MAIN STREET.

For twenty-five years, Voland, my brother Bill and I grew up on Main Street when Mom and Dad had the Café.

How deep in the soul run memories of one’s Home Town. Memories of good times and bad times, some joyful and some sad. Friendships made at that time of our lives last forever.

Then we moved up on the hill into our nice new home and a new little baby brother—Teddy.

Lord, we thank you for the memories that are all stored away in the past, to grow up in a town where each day and each change is a part of our lives.

I can’t go home again because I am home.

But Jesus tells us we can find a new Message of a new tomorrow and a new Home Town. He can lead us to a new life—in a New Home Town.

-- Haigler Centennial Book, 1986