Whatever happened to that old-fashioned Grandpa? If he still survives, he must be hiding in the small towns. You sure don't see him very often in the big city. The big-city Grandpa has gone big time. . . . He is the life of every party . . .

There is a comfortable feeling in small towns. It is salubrious.

Admittedly, they [(places in novels)] didn't all have such ridiculous names as the ones in the Piddle Valley where her father's group of parishes was centered. It would have been hard to make credible a romantic fiction set in Farleigh Piddle, Middle Piddle, Nether Piddle and Piddle Dummer.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

When I read 'To Kill a Mockingbird,' I was so struck by the universality of small towns.

Whatever happened to aging gracefully? [Miranda] It got old.