Thanks for he share. thats how I remember it growing up in rural Virginia in the 50's Small town where most everyone was related, or knew you. If you farted too loud it made it into the local paper.
what I remember most though, and still miss, is the really black nights and how quiet it was. I remember one night it was snowing/icing and so quiet you could hear the flakes fall. They sounded like tiny silver bells.
It was like that here still until Sandridge came in and put wells every half a mile across NW Oklahoma lol. Now those are complemented by red turbine beacons in every direction.