From interstate highways to the tiniest dirt roads in small town America. They will be filled with many travelers to achieve one purpose…To get home for Thanksgiving. Or to get to the people who make their hearts feel like home again. I have read so many comments from people who no longer live here. Many are happy where they are with no desire to live here again. But yet, they miss some things about here. In their tree of life thats branches have extended north, south, and towards the west. Their roots remain firmly here. Nothing can ever change that. And as they grow older. They think of that little town that helped shape who they are today.
Thanksgiving week represents a familiarity among us. Whether our families are strongly united or dysfunctional. For most of us, there is somewhere to go. Or to host family and friends in our own homes. And think of those who are alone that we hope someday won’t be. And painfully, those who have passed. But who we know would want us to cherish the day. And cherish the life we’ve still been given. With that, we look around us and feel fortunate.
To call Pennsville home is a privilege. And if you are out and about on Thanksgiving morning. Allow yourselves a few moments to ride past the boat ramps in Penn Beach and get a glimpse of The Delaware River that flows past our shores. Or a slow ride down Industrial Park Road to feel the gentle presence of the trees. And to finish it off. A relaxing cruise down Fort Mott Road to get a true sense of the natural beauty around you. Because in the pathways through our hearts and our souls. And in whichever direction they shall take us. The road always leads to home…