This morning, on the Today Show, there was a quick segment about Happy States. This is not the “state of mind or body” kind of state. This is your HOME state… as in your geographic boundaries.
The top Happy States are listed as Utah, Hawaii, Wyoming, Colorado and Minnesota. This got me thinking about “Happy.” My paternal grandmother was born in Minnesota. Hibbing, Minnesota to be exact. She would move from there with her family to Arizona, then Illinois, and on to Michigan. My dad was born in Chicago, and I was born in Michigan and my first home was my grandmother’s farm in Benton Harbor.
My Grandma Martin died when I was a young teenager, but I remember her so vividly and distinctly from our visits to her farm when I was a child. I remember her warmth and tenderness. I remember her all-encompassing smile. I remember her as “Happy.” Life on her farm was not easy, but in my memory it was “Happy.” The gardens were happy… especially her strawberry patches. The apple orchards were happy. Her roadside vegetable stand was happy. Trips to market in my grandfather’s old red truck were happy. The gravel walkway from her home to her barn was happy. The kitchen was big and bright and happy. The creaky stairs were happy.
My Grandma Martin made me feel happy. She still brings me happiness. Could it be because she was born in Minnesota. Is it possible? Does a place like Minnesota make people happy and multiply that happy state?
What do you think? Are you in a Happy State?