July 7, 2009
I live in Pflugerville, Texas, “between a rock and a weird place.” The signs when you come into town now claim a population of about forty seven thousand; when we moved here five and a half years ago they said something like seventeen thousand. Pflugerville was growing rapidly before the current economic problems started and while things have slowed down some it still seems to be growing.
To our north is Round Rock, to the west and south Austin, to the east a wide open swath of mostly agricultural land. (On the evening of the 4th of July we went about a 30 minute drive to the east to the house of a family in our ward and watched them set off fireworks.) I think I could get to somewhere cows live faster than I get to the interstate.
Pflugerville has two creeks and a small lake. There’s a Deutschen Pfest festival every May. If you’ve watched the TV show “Friday Night Lights” you’ve seen Pflugerville High School; that’s where they film the school scenes. For about three years we’ve had a chapel here in town, 1.6 miles from our house.
Although it‘s growing and part of a metropolitan area, Pflugerville still remembers being a small town. When you get to Pecan Street (the main road through down town) along FM 685 there’s a sign saying, “The Future Farmers of America welcome you to Pflugerville.”
Pflugerville also remembers its children who have served our country. Just before memorial day the city or chamber of commerce put up banners along our major streets with the names of young men from Pflugerville who died in wars, from World War I to Iraqi Freedom. We also have a memorial in the main park, and our post office is named for Sgt. Byron Norwood, who died in Fallujah, and whose parents represented the families of our military at the 2005 State of the Union address. When I was teaching Seminary a couple of years ago I attended the graduations for Pflugerville High School and Hendrickson High School, and at least a dozen graduates of each school were joining the military. One of my Seminary students is currently serving in the Marines in Iraq. (I think. He may be back home by now.)
So that’s a little bit about Pflugerville, the town I now call home.