The
Solar Eclipse
Best
in Small Town America
Our
family went to Virginia, Nebraska to watch the solar eclipse this past Monday.
We watched the sun dance behind the moon above constantly shifting bands of
clouds before a muted darkness descended during the brief totality. While not
as dramatic as seeing the corona of the sun surrounding a black moon, our
experience was quite satisfying and I got a t-shirt memorializing the event to
complete the bargain.
Our
experience was shared by about 100 people who decided that a small, almost
ghost, town surrounded by corn and soybean fields in southern Nebraska was the
place to be. Virginia, Nebraska has a population of about 20 on a good day.
Downtown is three blocks long with the major hub being the grain elevator. Large
trucks pulled in and out the whole time we were there dumping their loads and
going out for more. No time to stop to watch the once in a lifetime event
happening in the clouds.
There
were three small places open on the main drag to welcome the population surge.
Terry’s steakhouse is evidently the only restaurant in the area for miles
around and called in every worker to prepare and serve a special eclipse styled
breakfast, lunch and dinner to all who came. There was a steady trickle of
customers in and out of Terry’s all day with folks retiring to lawn chairs set
up in the empty lots on either side of the building, food and drinks in hand,
to gaze upward. Across the street, the five people who work at Citizen’s State Bank
closed up from 11 to 2 and brought their lobby and desk chairs into the street
to watch the show.
The
American Legion Post, a vacant lot down the street from Terry’s, put on the
best welcome for traveling strangers. They opened the doors so visiting sun
gazers could use the bathrooms. Legion members prepared pulled pork in roaster
ovens and set out sides of coleslaw to sell to the hungry that did not bring
picnic supplies. They put out a clearly homemade sheet cake decorated with a
large sun at the total eclipse phase to share with the anticipated revelers,
asking only that visitors fill out a large poster board with their name and
hometown along with how many miles they had traveled to get to small town
Virginia for the eclipse.
The
rest of Virginia’s main street is made up of long empty small buildings. The
faded sign for Staples Store hovered over windows boarded up and most of the
rest had broken windows or none at all speaking to the town’s decline as a
local center of commerce.
We
set up our chairs in the town park across the street from the grain elevator
and a small deserted shop that locals opened to set up their picnic table. The
park had oak shade trees, a swing set, a half basketball court and a push me,
pull you merry go round that I went round on with my grand daughters and some
other kids who stopped by the red painted antique. The two picnic tables used hand
welded farm wagon wheel rims to support the seats and tabletop. We got there
around 10 am and by 11:30 there were 6 other families looking up through the
clouds at the sun with our special glasses or welding goggles brought from
work. Two local young teen boys walked around with a cardboard sign proclaiming
tongue in cheek, “The End is Near,” before playing some hoops and then pulling
out their glasses for the event.
We
chatted amiably with others who came to look up into the sky. There was a three
generation local family, a couple from Minnesota with a fancy filtered camera,
a family from Texas and two guys with very fancy drones that hovered 400 feet
up while filming the event at opposite ends of the street. I could not
understand what they gained from a higher aerial view that was still under the
cloud cover, but to each his own. When the totality arrived, all the watchers
cheered and whistled.
It
was refreshing to be at that small town event, bigger than all it held, and
share it with family and quietly nice people who just wanted to see something
they had never seen before. It was a thoroughly positive and genuinely American
event.
Waring
R. Fincke is a retired attorney and serves as a guardian for the elderly and
disabled.